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Painful Passion
She was the youngest of them all. I had picked out a new slave. One that was beautiful than most and the one that I had paid top price for. I thought that she would be like all the rest. As young as she was I thought she would enjoy my company.
I was going to show her one way or another that I got what I wanted. Whether she gave it to me willingly or the fact that I might have to take it from her.
I wanted to train her. We would see how far that would go. The sight of her though, I couldn't wait to slip inside her sleeping quarters the first night to show her how things were done around here.
Benjamin Joseph Freeman was born and raised in the Bronx, New York in 1980. He spent most of his adult life abroad, being a massage therapist in Paris, fitness instructor in London, living with lions in Africa and taking part in latin dance competitions in Colombia. He's getting the most of his life what makes his creativity limitless. He's passionate about male-female sexual interactions, so his books are mostly based on his own experience.
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Bound to Billionaire: Dominate Me
Alex Stone is a self-made billionaire with a secret life. Lora Taylor is 40-something divorced mom with an ex-husband who left her for a younger woman. She's given up on second chances, that is until Alex Stone enters her life. Confident, attractive and successful, Alex is used to being obeyed. Drawn into a world beyond her wildest dreams, Lora must learn the rules of domination in order to be bound to the billionaire. But if she can't learn to surrender and embrace her deepest desires, she may lose everything.
"I respect you, Lora. Do I want you? Yes. But I know you aren't completely comfortable. The way you talk about your ex-husband, well, it seems like he's still in your head."
Yeah, he was. "I didn’t realize that. I'm sorry."
"Don't keep apologizing," he said. "I get it. But you're a beautiful woman. You're fun to be with."
"Am I?" I asked. "You could be with anyone."
"I don't want to be with just anyone. We have a lot in common. We're mature adults who just want to be happy."
That was true. I was tired of going through the motions. And I sure did not want to get caught up in the dating scene. I felt a connection with Alex that I hadn't expected to feel. He wasn't dangerous like Carlo, he was comfortable and he made me feel protected.
"I have to ask you. Someone I was dating said I was submissive. Do I seem that way to you?"
Alex's eyebrows arched. "He used that word? Who is he?"
"Someone I met at work. His name is, Carlo."
"Carlo Crain?" he asked.
"You know him?" Of course he would. Carlo was Mr. Greene's client too. Oh no, maybe they were good friends. Maybe I shouldn't have asked.
Alex sighed and stretched out his legs. "I know him. Did you—"
I knew what he was going to say. "No, I didn't."
"He's in a certain lifestyle," Alex said. "I used to see him in the clubs."
I held my breath. What was he saying? "You're into that lifestyle too?"
He nodded. "Yes. But not the way he is," he said. "Everyone is different. I do my thing, he does his. Does that scare you?"
I had to admit that it didn't scare me at all. "No, it doesn't. I want to understand it."
Alex chuckled. "I didn't want to bring it up, not without knowing you better. But now that we're talking about it, I do want to be with you, Lora."
My heart was racing now. "Then tell me about it."
He slid his arm around my shoulders and gathered me into his arms. "Tomorrow night. Come to my house and I'll show you."
About Maxi Kane
Maxi Kane writes sensual romances for grown-ups. Her stories are about women who choose their own adventures, and who don't apologize for their fantasies. Maxi loves reading, writing (of course) and spending time with good friends when she has the chance. Since her characters insist on whispering in her ear, she's usually working on her laptop on most days. A few other favorite things of hers are, Netflix, chocolate ice cream and coffee. www.MaxiKane.com
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Written Together
What if the woman he needs is the one he thought was out of his league?
Adam Pallas knows what he wants out of life—to teach history, to be happy and to have a hot woman by his side. He’s got one out of the three. He should be happy, but he’s not. There’s one woman who grabs his attention every time. The catch? She’s very much out of his league. Can being himself actually snag him the woman of his dreams?
Melissa Murphy isn’t looking for love, but every time she sees Adam her plans go sideways. The English teacher knows there’s a confident, hot man hiding behind the slightly nerdy history buff façade. But her past and the things she wants between the sheets tend to scare men off. She believes the odds may be stacked against them. Could it be their lives are perfectly written together after all?
Her thoughts drifted to Adam. He tried so hard to please people and deserved a happy ending. The image of him when he’d stood up before the run remained in her brain. She shouldn’t be thinking about the outline of his junk in those shorts, but damn. He sure seemed to be packing. She liked the way she felt in his arms, too. The right height, the right build…and his smile. He’d brought up her ex. Thinking about Kevin set her teeth on edge. Smug bastard. He always seemed to think he knew the right thing to say and do. Except he didn’t know a damn thing.
“You look lost in serious thought.” Adam stood in her doorway. “You okay?”
She jerked in her seat. “I didn’t hear you.” This time she blushed. “I’m fine.”
He nodded once, then folded his arms. For the first time, she noticed the muscle definition in his biceps. Given a tight T-shirt and jeans, he’d be darned hot. She shivered. Real hot.
“We’ve got a meeting in ten. Dennis wanted to introduce the new teachers. We just have to fill the space.”
“You don’t need the word just.” She took her glasses off the top of her head and stood, then stretched. “It’s redundant.”
“Thank you, Miss Murphy.” He unfolded himself. “Do I need to do time in detention?”
Man, did he know how to read her without even realizing he could. She crossed the room and stood face-to-face with him. “Mr. Pallas, are you coming on to me?”
The tips of his ears burned, but the grin deepened. “Yes, I believe I was. Is it working?”
“It is.”
About Wendi Zwaduk
Wendi Zwaduk is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to BDSM and LGBTQ themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com and the former AllRomance Ebooks. She also writes under the name of Megan Slayer.
When she’s not writing, she spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. Find out more about Wendi at:
http://www.wendizwaduk.com/ or on her blog: https://wendizwaduk.wordpress.com/
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Reading His Submissive
Raven:
I’ve spent my life depending on one person: myself. I’ve learned the hard way other people will only let me down. I’ve worked for everything I have, but thanks to my drug-addicted mother, I’m about to lose the one thing I’ve craved for years. Needing to make some extra cash, I ask my boss at Restrained Fantasies, a Dallas BDSM club, for some extra shifts. Much to my chagrin, Master Carter Burkes is with him, and Carter leaps to my rescue, bound and determined to save me—only I’m not the kind of girl who needs to be saved.
Carter:
I can’t sit by while Raven, a recurring figure in my fantasies, is in trouble. My job as a detective keeps me busy, but I’m not looking for a relationship, just a sub to assist with a class I’m teaching: Reading Your Submissive. Raven always claimed she wasn’t a member of the lifestyle, so imagine my surprise when I discover a budding submissive inside her. She gets under my skin in ways I can’t fight, but emotions are dangerous. I learned that the hard way. Is getting close to Raven a mistake? Will I destroy her life like I destroyed the life of the only woman I’ve ever loved?
This is book two in the Restrained Fantasies series but can be read as a standalone.
Publisher’s Note: This romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, BDSM, sensual scenes, romance and adult language. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
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Raven punched the elevator button and waited for the doors to open. Damn her fucking mother. Damn her, damn her, damn her. Ten thousand dollars. How the hell was Raven supposed to come up with that kind of money by the end of the month?
Who fucking screwed over their own child this way?
She fisted her hands at her side and fought the urge to punch more than the elevator button. Taking out another loan or getting new credit cards with credit limits large enough to help was out of the question. She was over-extended as it was; served her right for trying to help the bitch in the first place. After helping her mom out with attorney fees and bail after her last arrest, Raven had been left holding the bag. She still couldn’t believe her mom had skipped on bail. Again. And crazier still, Raven didn’t know why she’d bothered helping in the first place. That had been her first—twentieth?—mistake.
Meth was slowly destroying Raven’s life, and she’d never touched the stuff.
The elevator doors slid open, and Viv Michaels strutted through. Viv was the boss’ sub and the love of his life. She was a sweet, vivacious woman Raven had come to like a lot.
Viv was dressed in her usual club fare. Black fuck-me boots, red miniskirt, and a matching leather corset which barely contained her ample breasts. She was the boss’ perfect match in every way—and it made Raven a whole lot envious. She’d never trusted anyone enough to let them in, let alone have what Viv and the boss had.
Viv’s lips curved into a friendly smile. “Hey, Raven. How’re you?”
Raven forced herself to return the other woman’s smile. “I’m good.”
Viv’s gaze sharpened. “You sure? You look… upset.”
“Just having a bit of a tough time today, but everything will work itself out. It always does.” More likely it won’t. It never did.
Over the years, she’d gotten damn good at lying about her emotions or redirecting the conversation, so with luck, Viv would take the near-lie at face value and move on. Because this problem wouldn’t work itself out. She might as well face reality and get used to it.
She’d be homeless by the end of the month. Viv placed her hand on Raven’s arm and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
“Okay. Just know I’m here if you need to talk.”
The offer warmed Raven. Part of her acknowledged the impulse to accept Viv’s offer, hug her close, and let the tears come. The other part, however, the stronger part, reminded her trusting another person only ended in disaster. She’d had enough tragedies in her life already. The only person she could depend on was herself.
“I’ll keep your offer in mind,” Raven lied.
“Good.” Viv flashed another smile and then headed toward the boss’ office. She seemed so sweet and sincere. Maybe, if Raven was very lucky, she could trust Viv.
Yeah, and maybe someday, Raven would have more than two fond memories of her mother.
Raven stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. She still needed to go home before her regular shift. She’d come straight from the bank, and she wasn’t exactly dressed for—
“Hey, Raven, wait up!” Someone forced their arm through the sliding doors and kept them from closing. When they opened again, she found herself staring at the handsome face of Carter Burkes. And her libido jumped to immediate attention; it usually did when he was around.
The sexy cop might be close to ten years her senior, but he wore his age like a badge of honor. Defined biceps and triceps bulged from the sleeves of his black T-shirt. The cotton stretched over his trim torso in all the right places, and his leather pants did little to cover the contour of muscular legs she’d admired more than once in the club.
A few strands of gray decorated the hair at his temples; otherwise, the perfectly messy brown locks appeared thick and lush. More than once, she’d had to squash the temptation to bury her fingers into the strands just to see if they were as soft as she’d imagined.
A day’s worth of growth covered his cheeks and square jawline. And damn those dimples. Why’d they have to amp his fuckability to stupid levels? Didn’t she have enough shit to worry about?
Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that's way more interesting than the truth!
In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders.
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Master Me, Please
Krista Matthews thought nothing could be harder than losing her husband and Master to suicide until the man he’d entrusted her care to left her also. By the time Dr. Dax Hayes returned from an overseas, volunteer medical tour, she thought she was over his deflection and ready to re-immerse herself in the BDSM world she needed and missed so much without his help. One scene proved how wrong she was and after Master Dax’s timely rescue, she agrees to let him tutor her back into the lifestyle. She hadn’t counted on her growing feelings for the strict Dom or his refusal to take her over completely, like she craved.
Dr. Dax Hayes fell for Krista Matthews the minute he looked into her blue eyes and saw the sated, content look she shared with her husband, Dr. Kurt Matthews. He managed to keep his feelings and lust under control until his friend and colleague asked him to join him in gifting Krista with a menage for her birthday. Knowing it was a mistake, but unable to resist, Dax succumbs to the temptation of this one-time scene, never realizing where it would lead. A year later, after sealing his fate with a questionable act, he flees on a guilt trip only to return and discover nothing had changed-he still wanted Krista Matthews with an ache that wouldn’t be assuaged by anyone else.
Unable to resist stepping in when she gets herself in trouble, Dax again gives in to temptation and aids the one woman he can never have back into the lifestyle her submissive nature needed. When a vindictive woman tells Krista the truth, will her feelings be strong enough to forgive him, or did he gamble everything only to lose it all in the end?
DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
“Why didn’t you stop?” Dax growled at the other man, each of them positioned at Krista’s sides and reaching to undo the cuffs.
“I didn’t hear her,” he snapped in defense, his posture as rigid and unapologetic as his icy tone. “She should’ve spoken up louder.”
Dax snapped his mouth shut and turned his attention to Krista’s shaken, perspiration damp body as she collapsed into his arms. Regardless of the less than favorable circumstances and his guilt, it felt damn good to feel the press of her soft, lush curves again. Lust joined his rage, the two volatile emotions a bad combination when they revolved around her. Wrapping one arm around her slender shoulders, he allowed her to bury her face in his shoulder for now as he reached for the clothes the Dom handed out.
“My apologies.”
Nodding, Dax watched the man stalk off without a backward glance and gritted his teeth against the urge to snap at him again. His indifference to Krista’s struggles proved what an asinine Dom he was, but nothing else. He sure as hell didn’t intend to call him back to fulfill his duties and take care of his sub. That job just landed in his arms, and he wouldn’t turn away from it this time like he had after Kurt’s death. Temporarily, for good or bad, she’d just become his to see to, at least for now.
“Get dressed. We’re leaving.”
About BJ Wane
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I much prefer being homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.
I have to get an interview with the elusive billionaire Damien Pierce - my career depends on it. But Damien doesn't give interviews, and especially not to a shy, clumsy girl like me.
Until he spots me in the mass of journalists at one of his lavish parties. Damien decides I'm worthy of his attention, and I promise to let him do anything if he answers my questions.
I'm only a step away from falling for him, and he wants to make me his dirty plaything at any cost. I know I've signed a deal with the devil. And Mr. Pierce sure likes his whips and chains...
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Dirty Plaything is a full-length bad boy billionaire novel with light BDSM. No cliffhanger, no cheating and a happy ending.
Angelina is tired of being the chubby doormat of a rich girl. She's thrown out her no-good, cheating bastard of a fiancé and now she's ready to rebound...with some revenge sex. What better way than to go out on the town with her friend and secret crush, aka her bodyguard. But, he's made it clear they are nothing more than friends.
Gray has been Angelina's bodyguard for years and in love with her for every second. When she finally kicks her stupid fiancé to the curb he's got a chance to help her be the beautiful, strong, passionate woman he always knew she was.
But, he won't be her rebound.
He will help her find that kinky desirable side of herself. Even if it's with two other men.
Curvy Seduction: Rebound is the first in a six-part serial telling the story of Angelina, also known as the present day owner of Angels and Devils, the BDSM club from the Curvy Love series.
Each part has a full story, but will leave you wanting oh, so much more from this tempting couple.
You'll have lots of fun getting more and more of Gray and Angel's story in each part of this curvy seduction.
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“Let’s get out of here and do something fun to celebrate your freedom.”
“I am going to have fun. Sex is fun.” Or so I’d been told. Or so I had fantasized.
“So this is about the sex.”
I absolutely, positively, unequivocally refused to blush. I watched the bartender, mostly so I didn’t have to look Grayson in the eye while lying. “No.”
He leaned in close and whispered so softly in my ear, his breath heating my skin. “You’re a horrible liar.”
Liar, liar, pants seriously on fire. “I am not.”
He didn’t back off an inch. “If this isn’t about sex, why did your chest and neck flush?”
I could feel the heat creep up my face like the warmth from a good glass of red wine. “It’s the alcohol. Plus, why are you looking at my chest anyway?”
“There isn’t a man in here who isn’t.” His eyes rose back up to mine. “And you’ve only had about a half a sip of that whiskey and even less of the beer, so good try.”
I grabbed the shot glass, downed the remainder, and slammed it on the table. “Fine. It’s about the sex.”
The tables around us went quiet. Oops. I said that a bit too loud.
I smiled and held my beer aloft, toasting the gawkers.
If Gray didn’t like my plan, that was his problem. It had taken a lot of cajoling to get him to go along with my scheming, after several false attempts. I certainly didn’t have the cojones to do this on my own. I needed a friend…and a bodyguard to pull this off.
I lowered my voice for this go around. “So what if it is? I’m entitled to spread my wings, or in this case my legs, if I want to. If I want a one-night stand and to have sheet-sweaty, shouting sex, I’m going to have it. I’m not engaged anymore. I can have dirty, dirty sexcapades with anyone I want.”
Gray nodded and his eyes flicked down to my chest and back up. “Yes, you can. It’s about time, too.”
Uh, not the reply I expected. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He chuckled. “Just that I doubt Sparky was very imaginative in the sack.”
“I have no response to that.” Mostly because the only correct comeback would have been duh.
Gray searched my eyes then smiled. “What turns you on, Angel?”
You. This time it was no light flitter in my belly, this was a full on hurricane of butterflies attacking my internal organs with a barrage of trembling beats. Oh no. “I’m not talking about this with you.”
“If you really want to get your rocks off, this isn’t the place to do it.”
“You’ve got someplace better?” I sipped my beer and looked around the dank bar. Okay, so anyplace was probably better than here.
“Yes.”
“Where?” Please say the carriage house, or the back of the limo, or my room, or on one of his motorcycles. Not that I had spent anytime fantasizing about how sex on Gray’s motorcycle would work.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived to write stories of happy ever after. During the day. But at night, oh at night, her world transforms into one of dark desires, deep passions and the forbidden.
She combines the two sides of her imagination by penning stories of erotic romance, true love, and dirty fun.
Read the delicious fantasies of hawt heroes and heroines you want to be or want to be with, come to life under the covers and between the pages of Aidy’s books.
Charlie Flynn never gave much thought to need. She wanted mostly to keep her head down and do her job. It had never crossed her mind that she deserved to be happy, loved and wanted - by a man. A second date with someone interesting was about all she could aspire to.
But her well-intended sister figures Charlie has nothing to lose by going out on a date with Declan Pearse, the man who just happens to be Charlie’s incredibly sexy new boss.
Throwing caution to the wind, Charlie falls headlong into a dangerous and dark romance that leaves her bound by her desires and ripe with need.
Declan Pearse, youngest of the Pearse brothers, wants nothing more than to succeed as head of the Pittsburgh branch of Pearse Publishing. He never mixes business with pleasure, but all of that changes when he is set up on a blind date with research associate Charlotte Flynn.
Suddenly, Declan stops playing by his own rules and claims Charlotte for himself. And when a man like Declan Pearse wants you, the only thing you can do is give in to his every desire.
Part One of “The Power to Please,” a dark and sensual series about shattering loss and redeeming love
Who knows where one night of passion might lead?
Recently-divorced Nonnie Crawford craves a new beginning — it arrives in the form of an enigmatic, dark-eyed stranger she dubs The Businessman. He seduces her with a sizzling introduction to the thrill of sexual submission. As the days pass, she can’t forget him or how he made her feel. She seeks him out, her search leading to a BDSM club where she meets Michael Weston, a charming playboy who’s keen to seize the reins left dangling by the absent Businessman. Nonnie wanted her life to change, and now it’s changing in ways she never imagined.
This story contains explicit language and scenes of a sexual nature.
Approximately 42,000 words, 150 print pages
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To keep myself busy I decided to clean out my closet and organize the shelves. When I found the purse I had carried to the bar the week before, I opened it to clean out the few cosmetics I hadn’t bothered to put away that night. I pulled out a lipstick and some mascara and a pen and back in the corner a ... what was this? My hand closed around a silky fabric. I pulled it out.
It was The Businessman’s tie.
Really.
I stood there and stared at it like it was some foreign thing, as if I didn’t know the thing hanging from my fingers, a specimen of unknown origin.
But of course, I knew its origin. It belonged to The Businessman. He must have put it in my purse before he returned it to me.
I studied this physical evidence of Eros. The tie was a dark blue silk, with a deeper shade in diagonal stripes. It felt slinky and cool in my hand. I checked the label. Some Italian name I wasn’t familiar with, but that wasn’t surprising since my husband never had a reason to wear ties when he was wallowing on the couch.
There was nothing on the tie to indicate the name of the owner. Damn.
So why had he given it to me?
Perhaps it was meant to be a memento, a little something for me to remember him by. Or perhaps it was a calling card that he left for all the women from his hallway dalliances, an accessorized version of a slashed “Z” for Zorro. If so, his conceit verged on the ridiculous.
No, I couldn’t believe that was it. I didn’t know who this man was, but I couldn’t believe him ridiculous.
In the mindless way we do things sometimes, I raised the tie to my nose and inhaled. It smelled like him, spicy, masculine and clean. I sensed him in that scent, surrounding and looming over me in the shadows. His voice, a deep rumble coming from behind.
I remembered something he said.
“Our kind will always find one another.”
I thought he would take me when he said it. But he didn’t. And I didn’t understand why not. The intensity in his eyes, in his voice, as if he meant more than he was saying, I interpreted it as a command to remember his words. Even then. More so now.
And then I suddenly understood what he meant. I realized why he left his tie in my purse.
He wanted me to find him.
I held the tie to my nose again and breathed in his scent. It was like a time machine delivering me back to the minutes I spent with him. I still wasn’t sure what he meant when he had said “our kind,” but I was certain he wanted me to find him.
The Power to Please, a four-book, BDSM erotic romance Nonnie Crawford journeys into the alluring but sometimes dangerous realm of BDSM. She yearns to submit herself to a powerful, dominant man and two Doms vie for that submission, the enigmatic Businessman and the charming Playboy.
Knowing who to trust is always a challenge, and the odds of making a mistake are multiplied when gripped by new, intoxicating desires. Nonnie’s choices prove the difference between perfect bliss and devastating ruin. Truth and trust. She’ll need both as she struggles to earn indestructible love, and to claim, with that love, the ultimate power to please.
This series contains explicit language and scenes of a sexual nature.
I think nothing could be finer than having a job which demands I spend my days in worlds of my own creation.
I've completed a BDSM erotic romance series, "The Power to Please." Try "The Businessman's Tie" for free. The three other books in the series are available individually and are bundled together in a money-saving collection.
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I live in the Midwest USA with my partner and a rowdy, plump beagle.
Mandy Fox is the alter ego of Amanda Delaney, the owner and president of a wildly successful video game empire. When Amanda mixes business with pleasure in the form of a dominating bodyguard, she'll have to face her darkest fantasies and her most vicious enemy.
Read an excerpt:
"Unlock your door five minutes before I get there, and wait for me in your living room on your knees. Your gaze should be down and I want you to clasp your hands together behind your back. Do you understand?"
"Yes. What should I call you while we're together tonight?" Amanda knew that asking questions was expected and acceptable in the beginning of a relationship like this. Even if they would only be playing at this for one night, there were still guidelines to follow.
"Master Brett." He practically growled. "And don't pleasure yourself before I get there."
Although having sex with Charlie might have been everything that she had remembered and more, waking up with him isn’t, and Annabelle finds it odd that she can hardly wait to be alone.
After bumping into Reuben once more, she realizes that the chemistry between them is only part of it, and when he promises her a night that she’ll never forget, Annabelle throws caution to the wind and enjoys every second of the man’s fantasy come to life.
But on the last day of the cruise, she discovers that she is not the only woman in Reuben’s life.
Excerpt:
Charlie took the chair across from her, still naked. She assumed he would stay that way until he actually left. He had always been completely confident about his body. She had to admit that even without a hard-on, his physique was still impressive. Her hands touched him everywhere last night, and it appeared that her mouth had been too.
“Jesus, I’m a little sore.” He grimaced and then laughed. “It’s been a while.”
“A while since what?” It seemed odd to her, the way that being in bed with him was no problem, but having him here in the morning seemed awkward.
Jessica Johannsen has been writing romances since she was a little girl. She always dreamed that one day her knight in shining armor would come and she is equally addicted to fairy tales as she is to chocolate and caramel. Unfortunately, like the heroine of most great romances, the princess has some drudgery before she meets her prince and Jessica worked in advertising for many years while penning her prose at night under the covers with a flashlight. Her husband was down there too. After their ten year marriage ended, Jessica found herself 38, single and kissing frogs once more. What happened to romance, she wondered? As the bad dates continued, she thought, what does a big, beautiful girl have to do to flag down a handsome prince?
She realized that while she was waiting around for him, she could give the rest of the world a little more romance, as well as chocolate and a few dirty thoughts, by sharing her stories. The Cruise series is the first of many more to come. Jessica recommends curling up with a good book and a bag of treats until you find yourself under the covers with your next sexy prince. When not reading, writing or snacking, Jessica can be found on the Gold Coast neighborhood of Chicago, salivating over impractical shoes or having a cocktail with an impossible cute frog.
Having been married to sourpuss Brent for so long, Annabelle had forgotten what passion is…until she meets Reuben.
After a spanking that leaves her teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure, Annabelle goes to dinner with Reuben and finds herself drawn in by his sweet side just as much as his ferocity.
When she returns with him to his room, although shocked by the tools of his BDSM games, she can't say no and doesn't even want to. In fact, all she wants to do is be a part of his world; and after they play, Annabelle finds herself wanting more.
Is Reuben the man that she’d been dreaming of all along, or is this really a longing for her old flame?
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“Let me check,” was all he said as he unhooked the towel and let the wet cotton fall away from her body.
“Wait!” She tried to grab it, but felt Reuben’s hands hold her shoulders to the back of the chair.
“No, Annabelle. I want to see you naked this morning. Is that clear?”
As usual, his voice was calm and low, but this instruction frightened her far more than anything he had directed her to do so far. She could feel her fingers twitch, and her heart pump faster at the thought of being exposed like this in front of the young stud. She could feel his eyes on her, and it was almost too much.
“Please don’t, sir.” She tried to throw herself on his mercy.
“Shhh.” He brought his hands down to caress the lower curve of both heavy breasts, and it brought back the heat of last night in a rush. She felt pleasure coursing through her immediately.
“Our guest is going to enjoy watching you, Annabelle. You should be naked more often, actually.” Reuben turned the tanned young man beside her. “Aren't you enjoying this, Steve?”
“This book was simply written. While BDSM is a polarizing issue, this book is not going to be divisive because it was not written in the ‘50 Shades of Grey’ tone. It’s simply written to show the different men in the life of the heroine Annabelle and how she reacts to different sexual encounters.”
Jessica Johannsen has been writing romances since she was a little girl. She always dreamed that one day her knight in shining armor would come and she is equally addicted to fairy tales as she is to chocolate and caramel. Unfortunately, like the heroine of most great romances, the princess has some drudgery before she meets her prince and Jessica worked in advertising for many years while penning her prose at night under the covers with a flashlight. Her husband was down there too. After their ten year marriage ended, Jessica found herself 38, single and kissing frogs once more. What happened to romance, she wondered? As the bad dates continued, she thought, what does a big, beautiful girl have to do to flag down a handsome prince?
She realized that while she was waiting around for him, she could give the rest of the world a little more romance, as well as chocolate and a few dirty thoughts, by sharing her stories. The Cruise series is the first of many more to come. Jessica recommends curling up with a good book and a bag of treats until you find yourself under the covers with your next sexy prince. When not reading, writing or snacking, Jessica can be found on the Gold Coast neighborhood of Chicago, salivating over impractical shoes or having a cocktail with an impossible cute frog.
