Feature Friday — Morgan King

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Tom is gutted when his business partner and ex- boyfriend Liam tells him he is seeing someone else. Tom and Liam’s relationship has been over for more than year, but it is this news that convinces Tom it is time to move on with his own life and he finally finds he courage to do something out of character: ask the handyman out.

Jax hasn’t tried to hide the fact that he’s smitten with Tom and he’s thrilled that Tom has finally put Liam to one side and is showing an interest in him. He’ll grab his chance to date Tom with both hands! However, he likes Tom enough to want to be more than just a rebound fling.

Can Tom truly let go off his feelings for Liam, and will Jax have a chance to win the battered and bruised heart of his boss?

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Excerpt:

“I don’t mind being the guy you experiment with, even if it’s rebound, even if it’s tit for tat with Liam for finding someone else, as long as that’s not all it is. I really like you, if that wasn’t obvious enough.” Jax said.

Tom gave a sigh of relief, “I really like you, too, and thank you for saying yes.”

“I’m sure it should be me thanking you. You are my superior after all. I’m just the handy man.”

Flirting, I can do this. “And a very fine handy man you are, too.” If he’d been typing Tom would have added a winking emoticon, but as it was he couldn’t pull the real thing off, so he’d just have to hope Jax got the message.

“Perhaps you’d let me thank you and demonstrate just how handy I am.” Jax walked towards Tom as he spoke, not just right up to the other side of the desk, but all around it, invading Tom’s personal space, so that Tom had to lean back to look up. That was until Jax got down on his knees in front of him.

Was Jax doing what Tom thought he was? Hoped he was? Was this how two people who weren’t dating had sex for the first time? Tom had always wondered how two people went from chatting to more. The first time for him and Liam had been after a great deal of build up. They’d been friends who had decided to take it one step further, and the act itself had been well planned. They’d also never had sex in the office before. Given they owned the building it had always struck Tom as a tragedy.

Tom’s mind might not be up to speed with how quickly Jax was moving, but his cock certainly was. It was pumped up and ready to go, pushing against his slacks and trying to get his attention.

It appeared to have Jax’s attention. He reached one hand out to caress Tom’s cock through the silky material. “A good workman needs good tools, and this one feels like it might just suit me.” With heart-pounding slowness, at least in Tom’s body, Jax pulled down Tom’s zipper. Tom’s cock surged forward for one brief moment, but remained restrained by his cotton underwear.

“Here, wait a minute,” Tom said, and then when Jax instantly shifted back, a look of hurt rejection in his eyes, he went on. “No, I don’t want you to stop, I just thought it’d be easier if I…” He leaned his hips up and shimmied his trousers and trunks over his hips, down to mid-thigh, demonstrating his intention before resting his naked butt back on the cool leather of the seat.

There was no way he wanted Jax to stop.

“Ah well, that does make my job easier.”

Jax grinned up at Tom, flashing his sexier than any one man deserved to have dimples. He knelt just looking at Tom’s cock for what felt like an eternity to Tom, every second marked by the pulse throbbing through the long vein running down the underside of his cock, and an increase in size, centimetre by centimetre. If his penis hadn’t measured just over nine inches from root to tip he might have been getting an inferiority complex.

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Feature Friday — Faye Avalon

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Turn Me On small

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Recognizing the groom and best man as the men with whom she once enjoyed a ménage, Lissa Delaney’s attempts to avoid them during the wedding drive her straight into the arms of the groom’s cousin. Getting involved with Reed Fitzgerald is bad news, especially since the two men dislike each other, but the attraction is too powerful and soon Lissa is sharing Reed’s bed.

With an ex-lover determined to hold him to a drunken promise, Reed Fitzgerald thinks Lissa might well be his out-clause, especially since she’s up to her pretty neck in debt. His unlikely proposition will solve both their problems and, considering the explosive sex they enjoy, promises to provide plenty of recreational benefits along the way.

But what started as a temporary agreement soon develops into something more meaningful, until a chance meeting sends Reed into a jealous rage and threatens to destroy what they have been building.

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Excerpt:

“What is this?”

Pointedly, he glanced around the room. “It appears to be my office.”

“I mean, what am I doing here?”

He moved back to his side of the desk and sat. “You’re here to pitch me your wares,” he said, watching the way her eyes narrowed. He was pleased to see a spear of color moving into her cheeks again. “If I like what you have to offer, we may well do business.”

In more ways than one.

Hesitantly, she stepped forward. “Have you been stalking me?”

He grinned, hiding the fact that her comment was too near the truth to completely reject. “Let’s just say I liked your proficiency at my cousin’s wedding and have need of a professional photographer.”

“My boss said you specifically requested me.”

“I ran a check on your company and found them to be highly regarded in the area, but as I told your boss, I prefer the personal touch.” He waited a beat. “Since we already know each other personally, it seemed a perfectly sound business decision.”

With her gaze on his, like a woman afraid to lose eye contact in the company of a wild and marauding beast, she moved to the chair he’d indicated and sat. “We don’t know each other personally.”

He grinned. “Not yet.”

“Not ever. Is this some sort of misguided way to seduce me or something? Don’t you have better things to do with your time? Better priorities?”

“Since it’s my company, I decide my priorities.” Seeing as she still seemed unsettled, he resisted the almost overwhelming need to let his eyes peruse her body, but couldn’t resist holding her steady gaze. “Maybe I’ve decided you’re one of those priorities.”

Levering her chin into the air, she leaned forward to place the black portfolio on his desk and opened it. “You said you needed a professional photographer?”

Reed sat back in his chair and nodded at the portfolio. “You need only do a light sell.” He met her eyes again. “Since I’m basically already hooked.”

Her chin went up another inch and she narrowed those big eyes. He wondered if her breasts were encased in that same white lace, if her ripe, abundant flesh was bursting over the top. Since the jacket of her business suit didn’t afford him so much as a stingy glimpse, he could only swallow his frustration. It didn’t stop him from imagining peeling away the jacket though, or slipping the buttons on the pristine white blouse. Damn. He hadn’t been so powerfully turned on by a woman since…ever, he realized.

The snap of her portfolio jogged him from his salacious musing.

“I don’t intend to sell myself, Mr. Fitzgerald, if that’s what you’re implying. Nor do I intend to sit here and again be subjected to your sordid innuendos.” She stood briskly. “You’d be better talking to one of my associates, that is if you really do want to do business with my company and this is not all some sham to get me into your bed.”

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Feature Friday — Michelle Clay

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You only get one chance at life then you die. The game’s over, no second chances.  But she was never one to follow all the rules.

In a strange twist of fate, a woman flees purgatory only to jump into a newly vacated body. When she wakes in the hospital, she has a brand new life and a whole lot of unanswered questions.  Now she’s Micah Munroe, a real estate agent with broken memories of the messed up life she once lived. A mysterious man who claims to be Death says she’s his granddaughter and that she’s something called a grimm.

Sully knows she’s an imposter because he reaped the soul of the real Micah only a week ago. He suspects she might be a misplaced shadow, what he calls spirits and vengeful ghosts. He becomes obsessed with finding out who she really is and just how she inhabited a new body.  He’ll stop at nothing to find the truth and send her back to purgatory where she belongs.  What he didn’t bargain on was how his body would react to her or how powerful the white light within her is.

When a powerful shadow and her horde of angry spirits kidnaps Sully’s best friend, they must work together to get him back.  Fighting their feelings for each other isn’t half as difficult as fighting the army of shadows bent on starting a war with the living.

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His husky drawl sent a vibration of hunger through her and ignited a fire deep within her core. “You are so fucking hot.”

Recapturing her mouth, he pressed against her, proving just how hot, how hard she made him. Micah whimpered, and he drew his mouth away from her lips. Just like his tongue and hands, his incredibly sexy eyes ignited a fire within her.

“Sully.” She bit her lower lip and reveled in knowing she was the reason he was so hard.

His fingers were at her waist, unzipping then dragging the dress pants down her hips. Micah trembled with need as he shucked them from her legs and dropped them onto the floor. He closed the space between them, and her thighs closed around his waist. Her sex drowned with desire, clouding her mind with seductive thoughts and want. With him so intimately close, his hard-on pressed against her through the damp lace of her panties. She shifted her hips, and Sully rewarded her with a groan.

“Tell me something.” He grinned wickedly then slid his fingers up her inner thigh. They inched closer to her pool of desire and made her heartbeat race. “Are you wet?”

Her hands lifted from his shoulders, ran through his silken hair and down to his chest. Her nimble fingers fluttered across his shirt and even reached the second button before his hand closed over hers, stilling it. He prevented her from going any further by pulling her hand to his mouth. One by one, he kissed her fingers.

She frowned and pulled away from him to look up into his eyes. “Sully, I want…”

“I know what you want, doll.” His eyes glittered with feral passion.

A gasp shuddered past her lips when Sully’s index finger slid past the ribbon-thin panties then traveled downward. His finger slid through the tight coils of hair at the juncture of her thighs then lightly grazed her most delicate area. She clutched his shoulders and tightened her thighs around him. “Sully!”

“Want me to stop?” His voice was full of gravel and sexy as hell.

She nipped his bottom lip. “Don’t you dare.”

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Just Erotic Romance Reviews loved Appassionato – Chapter One excerpt

Just Erotic Romance Reviews loved Appassionato, the first novel in my Dream Marked series! In celebration, I’m posting a first chapter excerpt! From the review:

Emma’s erotic dream set the tone for the explosive sex and undeniable chemistry the trio experienced throughout the story line.

Appassionato released!

I hope you enjoy meeting Emma and her rockstar mates: Duncan and Jake!

When Emma dreams about super-famous rockstar Duncan and his friend Jake, it never occurs to her they might be dreaming too. About her. Everyone knows dreams aren’t real, but what will happen when the trio’s shared visions develop into a passion that can’t be denied?

When reports of a new “bonding” phenomenon surface, Duncan and Jake finally realize why they feel so connected to the sweet high-school librarian they’ve never met. The headaches and dreams suddenly make sense, but it isn’t until they meet Emma face-to-face that instinct takes over, and passion binds their minds and bodies into a link that can’t be broken.

Then, just as the happy ending Emma always hoped for seems possible, a hostage crisis and a series of kidnappings threatens everything. Can the trio unravel the conspiracy in time to protect the future of their bond?

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Chapter One

In her dream a man pressed against her, sleek muscles hot against her bare skin. Emma didn’t recognize the bed or the room, though candles lit the darkness, a hundred joyful flames dancing in unison. So pretty, she thought, smiling, and the man replied with long, delicious kisses that made her forget she didn’t know his name. When she moaned, he licked down the length of her jaw, behind her ear, stopping to bite until she gasped at the sting, the pain sweet as candy. He glanced at her through his lashes, gorgeous brown eyes sparkling, and she touched his face, wanting him to give up his secrets, but instead he kissed her palm and pushed his cock along her hip, hot and desperate, an offering of sorts. She gasped, wanting more, and then another strong body spooned up behind her. A male voice whispered against her nape, but Emma couldn’t understand his intention until he slotted his hardness up against her backside, rocking into her so that she went limp with delight.

There are two men in bed with me, she thought, confused. I must be dreaming. She’d never in her life had sex like this. Then the man behind her cupped his hands around her breasts, and she forgot everything in order to focus on the warmth of his palms. The first man moved lower and pressed his face against her nipples, scratching his stubble against her until they peaked. She shivered as she watched him kiss the other man’s fingers where they held her breasts. Then he nibbled at her until she thrashed her head. She tried to turn, she wanted to see the new man, but he tightened his hands in warning.

I must be dreaming, she thought again but didn’t wake up. The first man slid down between her legs, and Emma squeezed her eyes shut. He nudged his shoulders against her inner thighs until she squirmed at the tickle of his hair. He leaned in to lick a stripe down the curve of her hip, and she heard herself beg, Please, don’t stop, please, so he moved in, stroking her with his thumbs right before he placed his lips against her nub. Emma panted, so close, and tried to grab onto something, the sheets, the headboard, anything, but the second man held her hands above her head. She struggled but couldn’t break free and, even though it was a dream, Emma knew she didn’t really want to get away. The second man shifted until he lay on his side, holding her while he teased her nipples. It was all she could do to look into his clear, green eyes. He wore silver earrings in both ears, and his wavy brown hair looked so soft she wanted to grab on and never let go. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to do a thousand dirty things to him, but she couldn’t move or think. All she could do was shudder and clutch at his fingers while he smiled. He never let go, not even when the first man stopped licking and began sucking, the strong pulses of heat making her throw back her head and push her hips closer. He didn’t let go when she wrapped her legs around the first man’s shoulders. He didn’t let go when he leaned in for a kiss, sucking on her lips the same way the other man sucked on her clit, both of them flicking their tongues until she shattered, the pleasure so ridiculous she couldn’t see anything but sparkles of light, like fireworks. She tried to open her eyes, hug the men to her, wanting to give them the same joy, but everything suddenly faded, her hands falling apart with nothing to hang onto. She woke up, gasping. It was her twenty-fifth birthday. She’d never dreamed like that before in her life.

Happy birthday to me, Emma thought, perplexed and flushed. Her body still tingled. She remembered how the men felt, how they smelled. For a moment, she wished she could have a dream like that every night, then her alarm blared and she flinched. Just a dream, she thought, sighing as she flicked off the buzzer and tiredly slid out of bed. Time to get moving.

In celebration of her birthday, she ate chocolate cake for breakfast then spilled coffee on her white blouse as soon as she got to work. Unfortunately, her first class began before she could clean up and the sweater she tossed over the mess on her shirt didn’t do as good a job camouflaging the damage as she’d hoped. This is payback for eating cake at breakfast, she thought darkly as she tried again to wipe the stain away with a tissue. Serves me right. She looked down at her stomach, trying not to hate the curves that filled out her clothes.

“Do you need a napkin, Ms. Bell?” Samantha asked from her seat at the table in front of the circulation desk.

Emma sighed, frowning at the tiny specks of tissue her haphazard attempts at cleanup left all over her top. “Thanks, Samantha, but I think the damage is already done.” She hoped the girl would be satisfied with that explanation.

“I think the tissues are making it worse,” Samantha said, not unkindly.

Emma looked up, smiling wryly at the girl. She shifted her sweater, buttoning it closed and trying not to grimace at the unpleasant sensation of web fabric against her skin. Better that than for the students to have an unobstructed view of her floral-print bra.

“I think you’re right, Samantha. Oh well, it’s not like spilled coffee is going to kill me,” Emma said. Never in a million years did she anticipate that her job as a high school librarian would involve embarrassing situations like this, but after five years she knew better. This wasn’t the first time she’d spilled something on herself, and it wouldn’t be the last. At least most of the kids in this school are nice, she thought, eyeing the class that had just arrived for help with their science project. She smiled at them and ignored the itch from the wet blouse.

“I’ve collected most of the books we have about mitochondria and a few that touch on microbiology on a more general level, but if you need help finding anything else, just let me know.” Emma spoke loud enough for the students to hear over the low murmur of gossip. Most quieted down and Emma smiled, grateful she liked her job. She tried to shake off the lingering sleepiness from her restless night as the students perused the books she’d collected for them. She kept half an ear trained on their low conversation in case any needed help while the rest of her brain worried over the strange dreams she’d had.

Forty minutes later, the class filed out of the library and she heaved a sigh of relief, waving to her two aides that she was going to take a break. Portia, the older aide, nodded back at Emma. The younger aide, Emma’s friend Julie, moved behind the circulation desk. The three of them tried to keep someone available at all times to check books in and out for the students who visited between classes and during study hall, but unless there was a class in the library, only one person was really needed to run the computer. Emma picked at her blouse, grimacing at the half-dry stain as she lifted it away from her skin. Maybe if I take it off and rinse it, I can dry it under the hand blower in the bathroom, she thought absently as she headed to the small, private bathroom at the back of the library office. I can just wear my sweater if that doesn’t work. She closed the door behind her and unbuttoned her blouse. The small room was quiet and she breathed a sigh of relief as she ran water over her blouse. She hated feeling this tired. The dream she’d had this morning was lovely, but she’d slept fitfully most of the rest of the night. She remembered dreams where she was on a stage singing and then in the next moment she was on a plane, looking over a complicated spreadsheet. Then she was outside on the street, laughing, but her voice was wrong. And she felt taller, like her body was not her own. Except for the last dream, they were all very unsettling. Emma leaned against the sink, letting the cold water wash over the fabric, trying to calm her brain. She’d just managed to relax when the hallucination hit her between the eyes and she staggered. Water splashed over her hands and she slammed her hip against the sink counter, fighting to stay on her feet. She couldn’t breathe properly. Her heart pounded as she closed her eyes, trying to convince herself that the stage she was seeing so very clearly was just a remnant of one of her dreams. Yeah right.

In front of her a sea of people clapped wildly as they screamed and waved their arms. All those faced turned up towards her made Emma swallow hard. She felt as though she were in two places at once. For a second she thought she was having some sort of weird memory flashback because some of the dreams she’d had the night before were strangely similar to this one—standing on stage, microphone near her mouth, except nothing she’d dreamed was precisely like this. She had an excellent memory, a freakish memory, her friend Julie claimed sometimes, and this was not the same crowd, not the same stage she’d been on before in her dream. She swallowed again. She’d never been on stage in her life, at least not with a guitar in her hands. All of her stages involved talking to students about the Dewey Decimal system. Suddenly, a wave of confusion flowed through her. She closed her eyes and rested her fingers on the strings of her guitar, wondering what the fuck was happening. When she opened her eyes, she stood at the edge of the stage, frowning down at the clipboard she held. Thick bracelets sat over her wrists, the chased silver riveted into the cuffs looking bright against the soft leather. The name at the top of the clipboard read “Duncan Green,” and she licked her lips as the face associated with that name flashed across her thoughts—dark hair, brown eyes, gorgeous smile. Then she blinked and she was back to hanging on the bathroom sink, trembling. Shit. What just happened?

She slid down, sitting on the toilet lid, trying to pull herself together. She never cursed like that, not even in her own head. The most obscene expletive she ever used was damn, and it was telling that her brain supplied her with the word “fuck” right in the middle of her nervous breakdown. She wasn’t sure what it meant, just that it was downright strange. She struggled to breathe properly, willing herself to calm down. She was always calm. She didn’t freak out, and she didn’t have hysterics, and this ability to remain laid-back was one of her strengths as a teacher. She repeated this to herself, snorting under her breath when she flinched at a knock on the door. Not so calm, huh?

“You okay in there, Emma? I thought I heard something,” Julie called.

Emma swallowed and stood up, forcibly pushing thoughts of Duncan Green, rock star, out of her head. “I’m okay, Julie, just feeling tired today.” She lifted her blouse from the bottom of the sink and held the stained part under the faucet again. “I’m trying to rinse out the stain now.”

“Okay, Emma, just wanted to check.”

Emma sighed in relief as Julie stepped away from the door. Her thoughts wandered back to the hallucination, and she grimaced as she tried to puzzle out what had just happened, trying to think over the ache in her skull. She liked music but didn’t go out of her way to buy a lot of it. She didn’t know much about rock, but even she knew who Duncan Green was. Even if she didn’t know his face, his gorgeous face, her brain supplied, she’d still know who he was because Julie’s obsession with everything Duncan was well known to everyone who worked in the library. Usually Emma found it amusing, but right now she just wished the weirdness would stop. Emma couldn’t figure out why she was dreaming about him. Or hallucinating him. Whatever. And what about the other man, the one with the leather bracelets? Julie never mentioned him, but Emma knew, somehow, that he was associated with Duncan. She didn’t know how or why she knew that, but she remembered him from her dreams last night, how his curly hair made her want to sink her hands in it. He was the second man in her dream from this morning, she realized. She wished she knew his name. And that meant that the first man in her last dream must have been Duncan Green. She shivered, remembering how good his body felt against hers. She took a deep breath, trying to figure out why she was seeing these two men so vividly now, while awake. The dreams and hallucinations were connected, somehow. She shook her head and shut off the water. She looked at herself in the mirror, noting the dark circles under her hazel eyes, her messy brown hair. Shit.

She wrung out her blouse and hung it up with a spare hanger on the back of the door. There was no way it would dry in time to wear again today, so she slipped on her pink sweater and buttoned it up, relieved that it looked okay with her gray pleated skirt. She squared her shoulders, smoothed down her long hair, and opened the door. For a moment she felt a surge of something, not fear precisely, but not relief either, and she scanned the office, thankful that both Julie and Portia were off in the stacks, probably helping students. Walking through the clutter, she stopped at Julie’s desk and watched her screen saver for a few seconds. Various photos of Duncan Green in all his rock star glory faded in and out of view on the monitor. He was lovely, she mused, looking at his long, wavy hair and brown eyes, usually lined with some smoky makeup, every woman’s dream bad boy right there. In a few of the shots, the more casual photographs, she noticed another man standing behind him, holding what looked like papers in his leather-cuffed wrists. His hair was shorter, and his green eyes practically leapt from the picture, making Emma’s heart pound before the screen saver blinked another photo of Duncan into view. Emma had no idea who he was, but she knew he was the other man in her dream. She bumped the desk and the screen saver winked off. If only she could turn off her brain as easily.

Emma had more flashbacks throughout the rest of the day. Random bursts of vision and sound, none lasting long enough to pin down, but long enough to make her head start to pound instead of ache. She saw crowds and Duncan’s hands signing photos and pieces of paper. It was as if she was in his head, but just when she’d figure out that the point of view was Duncan’s, the hallucination would snap away and she’d be looking at him. She could hardly wait until school was done for the day so she could go home and crawl under the covers of her bed. She’d taken ibuprofen, but it didn’t do a thing to relieve the pain behind her eyes. At lunchtime, she hid in the library office, eating her sandwich alone while the visions flew past her closed eyes. She wondered if she was going crazy. She thought at first that maybe she just hadn’t slept well, but she’d never hallucinated before. By four o’clock, she was almost crying from the stress. She’d spent the afternoon dodging questions from Julie and Portia. She didn’t feel like trying to explain what was wrong when she didn’t understand herself what was happening.

After the last bell, she was finally able to escape, for once not lugging anything home with her to work on in the evening. She worried about driving, hoping none of the episodes would happen on the way home, but luckily the drive home was uneventful. She pulled into her short driveway, waved to her neighbor, and went into her small house, grateful to be home. She prepared a quick dinner, ate it standing up at the kitchen counter, then stripped and fell into bed, desperate for sleep. She dropped off right away, slipping into a heavy sleep despite the early hour.

The next thing she knew, it was dark and she was sitting up in bed, heart pounding. She flicked on the small bedside light and tried to calm herself, blindly looking around at her soothing cream walls and pale yellow curtains. The streetlight outside filtered through the soft fabric, twinkling in the darkness of her room. She didn’t feel rested at all.

When she closed her eyes, she remembered every dream as though it were real—Duncan growing up, having a hard time with his weight as a child until high school, teaching himself how to play guitar, losing the weight and realizing he could sing. She knew the exact moment he figured out he was bisexual and his very quiet experimentation during the one year he attended college until he dropped out to pursue his music career. She followed every step of his life from childhood to adulthood—his first record contract, the wild success of his first album, the two Grammys he won, and subsequent critical acclaim for his second album. She could sing every song on the new album, the one he was touring for now with his best friend and assistant, Jake Mackenzie. The memories weren’t sharp, not like her own. She knew the broad outlines of his life, but not the details that made them real. They felt like the memories learned in conversation with a friend.

She grasped the blanket closer to her chest, trying not to hyperventilate as she suddenly realized that she knew Jake, too. She knew the two men grew up together, and she knew that Jake was straight and had his heart broken by his high school girlfriend his second year of college. That was why he’d dropped out and finally taken the job Duncan had offered—manager, assistant, co-writer. She knew that he had an incredible laugh. He could play piano, and he’d helped create every single one of Duncan’s songs, though he refused to play onstage. She knew that they’d both grown up in New Jersey but that they lived in Brooklyn now, sharing a townhouse. Emma realized that she was crying because she felt like she knew the two men in her dreams as if they were her best friends, and that was so wrong. That was crazy and twisted, and she was obviously losing her mind, crying into her sheets in the middle of the night over two guys that she’d never even met. She sniffed and rubbed her nose, willing herself to stop it. She looked at her hands, vaguely surprised to find them so small and feminine after feeling guitar strings and piano keys under her fingertips for the past few hours. She couldn’t play an instrument if you paid her a million dollars. What was happening to her?

Emma threw back the covers and groped for her robe, suddenly realizing that she was nude. In her rush to get to bed, she’d just pulled off her clothes and crawled under the covers. She blushed, mildly embarrassed. She never slept naked. But Jake did, she thought then blushed again. Duncan wore boxers to bed, a result of growing up with two sisters. Jake was an only child. And with that thought, Emma nearly started crying again, because really, she must be insane. There was no way she could know these things. Her brain was making this shit up. She padded to the bathroom and rinsed her face then made her way to the living room. She flicked on the TV and sank into her couch, not surprised to find a rerun of her favorite late show on, even though it was two in the morning. What did surprise her was how familiar the stage and audience looked as the camera panned across the stage. Her heart began knocking against her ribcage. That was the same stage she’d dreamed about! When the camera zoomed in on the host, he held up a CD, Duncan’s new one. Emma laughed shortly and dropped her face in her hands. When she looked up again, she wasn’t at all startled to see Duncan playing the guitar. She knew every note of that song by heart. The strange thing was that she knew exactly when he would change up the melody for this particular performance, holding certain notes longer and others shorter than the version on the CD. She sighed and settled onto the couch, willing herself to relax. If she couldn’t stop the dreams, she may as well enjoy the music.

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“Man, I hate it when our flight lands in the middle of the night,” Duncan complained, running his hands through his hair. He and Jake were in the car Jake had arranged to take them home to Brooklyn from the JFK airport after taping a late show in LA earlier that day. Jake slumped down on the seat across from Duncan, trying not to fall asleep. His friend looked exhausted, and Duncan worried about him.

“Yeah,” Jake grunted, not opening his eyes. “And this damn headache is driving me crazy.”

“My head still hurts, too,” Duncan said, rubbing his temples. “And even though I slept a little on the plane, I had the weirdest dreams.”

“You too? I dreamed about this woman, I think she was a high school librarian. I haven’t thought about high school in years, and here I am dreaming about a teacher. She seemed so lonely.” Jake laughed. “Reminds me of that old Adam Ant video.” He grinned at his friend, but Duncan couldn’t bring himself to smile back.

“Wait, what? I dreamed about a teacher, too. I even know her name, Emma Bell.” Duncan frowned as Jake looked at him in disbelief. “What?”

“That’s the name of the woman I dreamed about.” Jake scratched his head. “Did we ever meet someone named Emma?”

Duncan shrugged. “No, not that I can remember, but you know how many fans I’ve met the past eight years? There’s no way I could remember all of them.”

“Well, even if you could remember someone named Emma, why would we both dream about her at the same time?”

Duncan shook his head, feeling his headache intensify. “What did she look like?” Jake smirked, and Duncan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know what she looked like to me. I want to know what she looked like in your dream.”

“She had long, wavy brown hair. And the most gorgeous hazel eyes I’ve ever seen. And she was curvy.” Jake rubbed his face. “She was really pretty. I dreamed about when she was a kid. Saw how she went to college after—” Jake broke off, seeing Duncan nodding.

“Yeah, that’s what she looked like in my dream, too. And her brother died. That’s when she went to school.” Duncan yawned and blinked his eyes, trying to focus. “What the hell is going on? Dreaming about the same woman? That’s just weird.”

“Yeah.” Jake closed his eyes again and slumped down. “I’m going to nap until we get home. Then I’m going to crash for two days, and then we’re going to do the concert at the Garden, and we’re gonna laugh about this. Because it can’t possibly be real.” He smiled as he folded his hands over his abdomen. “We are obviously still asleep and I’m dreaming up this entire scenario because of the profound lack of sex in my life this past year.”

Duncan laughed and very carefully did not look at the way Jake’s tight jeans displayed his slim hips. He also refused to notice Jake’s taut stomach and graceful hands. He had a lot of practice ignoring his attraction to Jake, and he wasn’t going to screw up now. “Okay, I’m game. If you think you’re dreaming, then we’ll see if either of us remember this tomorrow,” Duncan said fondly, eyes lingering on Jake’s relaxed smile as the car took them closer to home.

Feature Friday — C.R. Moss

Feature Friday

Sunset-Heat200x300

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Description:

Sunset Heat ~ book 4 in the Sunset series for Decadent Publishing’s 1Night Stand line

Can one night transform a woman’s life?

Seana Tramonto feels doomed when it comes to relationships. When she’s set up through the 1Night Stand service, she’s apprehensive at best. Her concern turns to ire when her match turns out to be a man who broke her heart years ago. Old wounds are slow to heal no matter how sexy the man asking for forgiveness.

Zachary Russo, a Las Vegas policeman, is talked into doing a 1NS date. When he learns it’s with his high school tutor and friend, the girl he stood up before the Homecoming dance, he’s determined to make it up to her. But seeing her again opens his eyes to the sexy woman she’s become. Can he prove he’s grown up or will circumstance beyond his control kill their second chance?

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Excerpt:

“I had it bad for you.”

“So, what’s your wish now?”

If she leaned toward him, turned just enough, maybe he’d kiss her. Did she have the nerve? What would he think of her advance?

“Seana?”

She closed her eyes, relishing the silky way he spoke her name. “Hmm?”

“Your wish. You’re going to enter the drawing the charity is having, right?”

“I can’t say or it won’t come true,” she murmured. Just move your face toward his. Do it! Though her inner diva cheered her on, she couldn’t.

“A superstition for shooting stars and birthday candles.”

“So? I don’t want to take chances.” Yes you do, her inner cheerleader chided.

He brushed his cheek against hers. Warm breath caressed her ear. Restless throbs of desire pulsed in her veins. Sexual excitement curled in her womb. It’d been quite some time since feeling those particular sensations. Who’d I do it with last? Oh, the guy in the off-Broadway showing of West Side Story. Antonio something or other. She’d almost told him she loved him, but his ex-girlfriend came back into the picture, which snipped her out of it.

Could Zach be her one? Even after all this time and despite their difficulties? Back when she’d helped him in high school, she’d wanted him and would have given him her all. She didn’t feel any different now. Turning her face toward his finally, she prepared for the first of what she hoped would be many kisses. None came. He wasn’t as close as she thought. Seana stared into his eyes, becoming lost in their depths.

“Seana?”

“Yes?” She breathed in his spicy, clean scent, wanting to nibble on the muscle stretching from his neck into the top of his white dress shirt.

“Tell me more about the tutoring room.”

“Why? Interested in playing out my fantasy?”

Zach rubbed her knee. His touch seared her skin under her black sequined dress. “But we’re not in a school. There are no classrooms to use.”

The scenario she’d envisioned as a young adult awaited her next move. If there’s ever a time to be bold and spontaneous, it’s now. Quit stalling and take the leap. Feeling naughty and way too frisky to miss the opportunity, she drew circles on his leg with her fingertip. “We can improvise by going up to your room or mine and pretending we’re in a classroom.”

Seconds clicked by. Zach didn’t say a word. Wasn’t he interested? Her palms became clammy. I can’t be rejected again.

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Buy Links:

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Just Erotic Romance Reviews loved Tango Trio – Chapter One excerpt

Just Erotic Romance Reviews loved Tango Trio, the second novel in my Dream Marked series! In celebration, I’m posting a first chapter excerpt! From the review:

Along with some of the most erotic sex I’ve read, this book also features an interesting storyline, relatable characters and some wild supernatural powers that are bestowed upon bonded trios.

Tango Trio

I hope you like meeting Tessa, Jared, and Parker. This is the Dream Marked shifter novel!

Tessa never expects to dream about two gorgeous guys making love to her on the train. She certainly never imagines they might be real men. Or that one of them is her sexy friend Parker and the other their insanely hot dance teacher, Jared. She definitely doesn’t anticipate the three of them bonding and fighting enemies desperate to steal their blood. Who would create a drug that gives non-bonded humans extrasensory powers? It seems insane until Tessa learns that her mother might be the chemist behind it all. Even so, she certainly doesn’t expect her senses to go haywire or for the bonding to give her the ability to heal. And shape-shift. Mostly, she doesn’t expect to live happily ever after with her bond-mates when so many different people want them dead. But she hopes she can.

A Siren Erotic Romance

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Chapter One

Tessa stood on the train, hanging onto the strap above her for dear life as the rush-hour crowd pushed in against her body. The lights flickered as the car rattled. She knew it was a dream because she was wearing her favorite purple heels, the ones she’d stuffed in the back of her closet nearly ten years ago. The ones she never wore anymore. And every time the car rocked, the silk of her dress caressed her skin. She didn’t own a silk dress. Ergo, it was a dream, one she’d had before, several times. It didn’t make any more sense tonight than it did before. Tessa closed her eyes as a shiver of arousal trickled through her, right on time. He would be getting on the train at the next stop.

When the doors opened at the station, a few people moved off the train, creating a small space in front of her. The man with dark hair got on and eased through the crowd until he stood next to her, his T-shirt-clad chest right in front of her nose. She couldn’t really see his face because they were so close, and she didn’t want to look up, then the doors shut, and the crowd moved, pressing her against him. He didn’t budge. Somehow she knew he was smiling down at her, but she was too shy to meet his gaze. He smelled amazing—fresh and clean, a hint of mint. She tried not to but couldn’t help mashing her face into his body as the car lurched. He was warm and muscled, and a fresh spark of heat fizzed through her body right before she lost her balance, her hand slipping off the strap. She tipped forward, but she wasn’t worried. He always caught her, one arm around her waist, the other still hooked into the bar above, holding them both steady.

In this dream, Tessa never thought about the other people on the train or the fact that they could see the two of them pressed close, like lovers. Screwing up her courage, she looked up. Pale-green eyes so kind she almost burst into tears smiled down at her. He gripped her tighter, and she gasped then shivered as she felt his muscular thigh slip between hers, anchoring her in place. The train rattled and shook, the bumpiest ride she’d ever experienced. The smile fell off his face as her breasts pressed into his chest. She gripped his shirt, the heat of his body warming hers. Then the lights blinked out.

“Are you okay?” he asked, bending to hear her reply. She nodded as the train jerked to a stop, her lips landing on his cheek. His stubble stung her lips, and for a strange moment her arms itched—how weird—then the sensation faded as she felt him breathe in. Suddenly, shockingly, his mouth was on hers, hot and light. She opened to him, not caring if he thought her wanton. She craved his strength. He gave her his tongue, and she let him part her lips, a burst of mint tingling on her taste buds as he licked at her. She moaned, the sudden urge to climb up his body and wrap her legs around his waist making her shake. He let go of the bar and closed both hands around her, one slipping down to her ass, the other to her neck to anchor her head. She gasped and arched against him as he gripped her hair hard, then he leaned back. Tessa opened her eyes, confused. Why did he stop? When he glanced over her shoulder Tessa knew.

“Parker,” she breathed, astonished. Her best friend pressed against her back. She could smell him, sandalwood and vanilla, the scent of home. What was he doing here? This wasn’t her normal dream. And Parker was her friend, not her lover. He slotted up against her, and the confusion gave way to shock. His cock was hard and hot, and he knew how to use it. He pressed the length of it into the cleft of her ass, rubbing against her like a cat in heat. Her arousal spiked again, and Tessa blushed. What was she doing? He was six years younger than her. The brother of her dead husband’s best buddy. It felt wrong to even imagine this possibility, but dream-Parker didn’t know that, or care. Her forearms itched again, and Tessa resisted the urge to rub them against her friend as he breathed on her neck then kissed right below her ear, his full lips teasing her skin. She trembled. What should she do? His warmth felt divine yet foreign. Startlingly hot and unfamiliar. Tessa stared at the stranger in front of her, wondering what was going through his mind. Most men would be angry, jealous, but the man’s eyes were half-closed and dark with his arousal. He didn’t look upset. Tessa knew he could also feel Parker’s cock because his fingers flexed on her ass right next to it. Then Parker kissed her again, dragging his tongue along her neck, and the stranger shivered, very deliberately rolling his hips into her body, pressing his own hard dick into her stomach. Tessa gasped, trapped between them. She was terribly aroused. Terribly confused. A trickle of moisture slid down the inside of her thigh. When the stranger moved his hand, she felt his thumb slip between her ass cheeks and rub against Parker’s cock.

“Jesus.” Parker shuddered. Tessa didn’t understand what was happening. She could barely stand up. If the two men hadn’t been pressing into her so firmly she would be on the floor of the train. What a strange dream this was.

“Jared.” The stranger cleared his throat, the tone husky. Sexual. “Not Jesus.” He smiled at Tessa then his gaze shifted to Parker. “My name is Jared.” Then he bent his head and kissed Tessa again, rubbing his lips against hers. She strained against him but couldn’t move. Parker slid his hand around her waist, then lower, holding her immobile. Jared broke off the kiss, panting. Tessa realized that Parker was moving his knuckles against Jared’s cock. What the hell? Parker wasn’t gay. He wasn’t even bi. Her friend was as straight as they came, yet here, in her dream, he caressed another man’s dick as though it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

“Parker?” Tessa felt her hands clench into fists, one in Jared’s hair, the other in his shirt. “What are you doing?”

“Tessa.” Parker groaned and shoved his cock against her even harder. Tessa stumbled but didn’t go far as Parker tightened his grip even more. In the darkness of the train car, Tessa could see a young woman watching the three of them from her seat, the cool glow of her phone illuminating her face. She grinned as Tessa flushed, giving her a thumbs-up before she keyed off the display, plunging the car back into total darkness. The grumbling of the other passengers barely penetrated the haze of sexual yearning in Tessa’s mind. She needed more. She was so hot. When Parker bit the side of her neck, she groaned quietly and yanked Jared’s mouth back down, licking at him as though he was her favorite flavor lollipop.

“Tessa, oh my God, don’t stop,” Parker murmured, salving the sting of his bite with his tongue. She didn’t. She kept on kissing Jared, sucking on his tongue, nibbling his lush lower lip with total abandon. The more she kissed him, the more her arms ached. She didn’t care who heard her. She could smell the heat of him, the musky sweetness of mint mixed with rain and trees and everything wild. Parker thrust against her again then abruptly pulled back. She tore her mouth away from Jared, trying to catch her breath. What was he doing? She almost cried out at the loss, but then she felt Parker’s fingers fumbling with the zip on his jeans.

“Parker, shit,” Jared whispered then he, too, lifted away from her. Tessa reached down and unbuttoned his pants before he could get to them. She opened the placket and dipped her hand inside. The head of his cock peeked over his boxer briefs, hot and sweet. Tessa’s mouth watered, but before she could shove his underwear down, Parker lifted her dress and pressed his hot erection against her bare skin. She shuddered, and Jared gasped as her hand tightened against him.

“Harder, Tessa. Like this.” Jared pushed down his briefs then rearranged her fingers around his dick. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against Parker’s broad chest, knowing he’d keep her safe.

“Touch him, Tessa.” Parker nosed the base of her ear. “Flick your thumb over the head of his cock.” Tessa obeyed, loving the way Jared trembled as she slid her fingers over the pre-cum on the tip. She felt Parker lift her dress higher, higher, pulling it off and over her head, then suddenly she was naked in a train car full of people. She froze, Jared’s dick in her hand and Parker’s slipping between her ass cheeks.

“Shh, it’s okay, Tessa,” Parker soothed. “Look.” Tessa opened her eyes. The train was empty, lit only by the dim emergency lights over the door at the end of the car. They were alone. How? Why? She didn’t understand what had happened to the other passengers, then Jared thrust his cock into the circle of her fingers, jolting her back to awareness. Oh. It’s a dreamI can do anything I want. She released Jared, ignoring the way his cock immediately bobbed up hard against his stomach, and brought her thumb to her mouth. Jared’s nostrils flared as she licked his slickness off her finger. He tasted so sweet. She knew he wanted her mouth on him and abruptly dropped to her knees.

“Tessa, what are you—” Jared began but immediately broke off as she licked the sweet drop of pre-cum from the head of his dick. She savored the taste. Was that a hint of mint? Jared shivered as she looked at him, the delicious pink head of his cock so pretty she couldn’t do anything except give in to her urge. She slipped him into her mouth and sucked. Jared’s breath hitched, and she felt his legs lock as she tongued over the head and down his shaft. He tasted like night. Like a run in the woods just before it rained. What the hell? She slid back. He tasted like a wild forest. She struggled to understand why she was thinking such things, but when she looked up, all coherence fled. Jared had his hands on Parker’s face. His thumb dipped just inside her friend’s mouth. Parker looked like he’d been struck dumb.

“Parker?” Tessa asked, standing up. The men made room for her against them, but Jared never released Parker. Her friend shivered, and she ran her fingers through his honey-blond hair. So soft. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. When Jared touched his lips to Parker’s, she felt her friend freeze for just a moment before he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste. Jared opened his mouth, and Tessa stared, fascinated as their tongues met. A drop of moisture slid down her leg, and she couldn’t help sliding her hands down to touch herself. Her clit throbbed. Then Jared moaned brokenly, and Tessa glanced down. Their cocks were touching. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.

“I’m going to come if you keep that up,” Parker muttered, his voice shocked. Tessa slid her fingers around her clit, groaning. She leaned against Parker. He pulled away from Jared, panting, then he looked down her body. Tessa knew her nipples were erect. She rubbed against his arm, savoring the warmth of his skin against her sensitive breasts. Suddenly, Parker seized her by the wrists. She shuddered as he pulled her hand away from her core and manhandled her onto one of the empty seats. Jared dropped to his knees as Parker urged her legs up, open. Tessa blushed. She could smell herself. She knew she was wet. She knew they could smell her, too, as Jared stopped moving in and abruptly squeezed his dick at the base, closing his eyes. He looked like he was about to faint. Or come.

“Tessa, oh my God, I had no idea.” Parker knelt down next to Jared. “You are so beautiful.” He slid his palms up her thighs, gently hooking her left leg over his shoulder. He glanced at the dark-haired man then lifted her other leg up onto Jared’s shoulder. She was completely exposed, her pussy wet and desperate for them. Tessa bit her lip. She knew she was blushing. She’d never been in this position before. She trembled as Parker leaned in, his breath warm against her clit. “I’m going to lick you until you can’t remember your name. Then I’m going to suck you until you scream.” When his lips touched her, Tessa went rigid. The pleasure was insane.

“So gorgeous, darling. So beautiful…”

She knew Jared was talking to her, too, but the sensation of Parker’s full lips against her soft folds turned her brain to mush. She was going to come. She needed to come. Her arms were killing her, itching and aching, but she couldn’t concentrate long enough to see if she’d hurt herself. She tried shoving her pussy at Parker, but he backed away every time she moved, evil man. She groaned as Parker flicked her clit with his tongue, bringing her closer and closer but never letting her fall over.

“Parker, oh my God, please, please, please,” she chanted, thrashing her head. She felt warm hands on her thighs, and then a strong finger sunk into her body, and she gasped, pushing down, needing more. She couldn’t believe it was Parker down there, her best friend, giving her such incredible pleasure. Her much younger best friend. And Jared was right there with him. Parker licked at her again, making her body clench.

“Shh, it’s all right,” Jared said, stroking her thigh. Parker paused. Tessa opened her eyes to see what was happening. She knew Parker had one arm around her leg. What she didn’t expect to see was his other arm wrapped around Jared’s neck. When Jared leaned in and kissed her friend, Parker moaned. The finger in her body eased in and out, bringing her perilously close to climax even without touching her clit, and she suddenly realized that it was Jared who had his hands on her pussy. Before she could really focus on that thought, Parker tore his mouth away from Jared and dived back into her, licking up and down her center as though he couldn’t get enough. His stubble scraped her labia, just on the edge of pain, but she didn’t care. When Jared added another finger, Tessa felt tears slip down her face. Her fingers and toes were numb. She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t control her limbs or the sounds coming out of her mouth. She was so close.

“Don’t stop, oh God, please don’t stop,” she cried, trying to wrap her legs tighter around her men, but Parker and Jared held her immobile. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything except lie there and take the pleasure they doled out. She had no control over them. The only thing she could control was how much she wanted to give in. The deepest part of her told her in no uncertain terms to give them everything, and Tessa, God help her, obeyed. She let herself relax and trust them with everything she was. Parker smiled, and Jared’s face softened. She tried to smile back but couldn’t manage it. She’d surrendered, but that didn’t mean she was calm.

“Deep breath, Tessa,” Jared said then, his voice warm and heavy, and she trembled. He slid a finger over her wetness, teasing her, then moved down to her ass. When he began fingering at the tiny pucker between her cheeks, she lost it, her body spasming as he slipped inside, fingers filling her up everywhere. Parker leaned back in and sucked her clit. His tongue felt like it was rubbing circles into her soul. She may have screamed or moaned, but she wasn’t sure and didn’t care. Her climax crashed over her like a wave of darkness, the way the sun suddenly disappears and night falls when you least expect it. She smelled moisture and heat and the sweet, sweet scent of male spunk right before she collapsed, boneless. When she opened her eyes an eternity later, she realized it was morning. She was lying on her bed, sweaty and sticky, with the covers tangled around her feet. Her arms itched abominably, and someone was pounding on her door.

Feature Friday — Nikki Prince

Feature Friday

taming-dru

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Description:

Once Upon a Dream, 4

Drusilla Trumane has been a naughty girl. Flora LeBeau knows just what to do to tame the beast.

When beauties Drusilla Trumane and Flora LeBeau meet, the only thing beastly is Dru’s behavior. But Domme Flora has just the cure for that.

Drusilla’s ghastly attitude may have alienated her from her sisters, but Flora sees beneath the façade to the hurt woman beneath. Refusing to be turned away by her snide comments and bitchy attitude, Flora continues to bring the haughty woman to her knees, showing her at every turn she knows what she needs.
Desperate to retreat to the safety her walls provide, Dru agrees to allow Flora one night. Will twenty-four hours be enough to get the other woman out of her mind and her heart?

Be Warned: BDSM, rimming, flogging, f/f sex

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Excerpt:

“I get it. You’re in denial.”
Flora was twirling the ball gag around in her fingers, all the while the expression on her face was one of extreme contentment and confidence.

“In denial about what?” Drusilla frowned.

“What you desire, my girl.”

“And just what would that be? You’ve known me all of what, ten minutes?”

“Oh I know exactly what you want and what you need. Hell, anyone within a few feet of you could tell what you want and smell what you’re thinking.” The grin that Flora shot Drusilla pissed her off.

“You don’t know me, nor do you know what I want or even need.”

“When’s the last time you came to an image of a man, if you ever have.”

She gasped. “What kind of fucking question is that?”

“An honest one that I want the answer to, petite amie.”

“That’s none of your fucking business.”

“We’re back to that?”

“Yes, we’re back to that, and you better not try to use that shit on me.”

“Oh, I love a challenge. You’re going to find that out rather quickly.”

Before Drusilla could react, Flora was in her lap, straddling her in the chair. She pressed against her, tangling her fingers into Drusilla’s hair and tugging.

In shock Drusilla just stared at Flora. Flora pulled her head close with a tug of her hair. Like a deer stuck in the headlights, Drusilla could only watch as Flora pressed their mouths together, and then she was lost. Oh fuck.

She moaned softly into Flora’s mouth as the other woman nibbled at her bottom lip, then licked it, teasing her tongue into her mouth. Flora tasted of warmth and cinnamon. Spicy and sweet. Her scent was just as delicious. She smelled of freshly cut roses. She was fragrant and delectable. Drusilla’s head fell back against the chair, and she gasped for breath. She was breathing just as crazy as Flora had said. That brought her back to her senses, and she started struggling.

In a split second, her hands were wrapped up in the bondage tape and pulled up above her head and held against the wall that the chair rested against. She struggled and found that she couldn’t free herself.

Flora had fucking put her hands up against the wall on some sort of hook that held her snuggly in place, and she was unable to free herself. Shit, who knew that the petite woman was strong. Looks were definitely deceiving. God, why did she like what she was doing to her. She’d soaked her panties.

“Now if you’re going to be a good girl, I won’t tie you the rest of the way up.”

“Get off of me and let me fucking go.”

“Wrong answer, kitten.”

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Buy Links:

Evernight Publishing:  http://www.evernightpublishing.com/taming-dru-by-nikki-prince/

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For all the other books in the series and my other books from other publishers please check out: http://authornikkiprince.com/bookshelf/

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Author Details:

Nikki Prince:

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