Month December 2015

Sealed in Blood

gator4230.hostgator.comA small town preacher’s daughter gets down on her knees…

But not to pray.

Charisma swallowed hard, standing in front of the door to Hunt’s suite. What lay behind it? It was like he was opening the lid to Pandora’s Box.

Hunt held her gaze, and took her purse when the door clicked open. “I like being in charge of things. You won’t have a problem with that.”

The carnal rumble in his voice rekindled a fire deep inside of her that Charisma had thought was long dead. She’d become so tired of the struggle to keep her life together; tired of trying to take care of herself and every situation in her single life. How liberating it would be to surrender control to this man. (more…)

Me Under Glass: Hot Wife Lyssa’s Confessions #5

callieSo I was pretty sure I had died. I remember being impaled on Derrick’s huge, perfect cock, coming like I had never come before, and feeling his sharp teeth tearing my throat open. Tearing my throat out, actually. Like I said, I saw Dan standing there in the bathroom with the sword — and then the next thing I know, I wake up, strapped down to a hospital bed. My neck is itchy as hell and I can’t move my hands, or anything else. I can move my head, but it hurts like mad every time I do it or even think about it.

There was light coming in the window, so I knew it had been at least a few hours, since it had been a fairly late-night shower when Derrick joined me. The wall mounted TV was muted and playing reruns of old game shows. I tried to get comfortable and realized just how tightly they had me strapped to the bed, which pissed me off something fierce. I tried to call someone, but nothing came out of my throat except for a squeaky, guttural sound accompanied by so much pain I almost passed out. (more…)

Immortal Pleasure ( Book One: The Spell)

51teMXY6bBL._SX280_BO1,204,203,200_Excerpt from Immortal Pleasure ( Book One: The Spell)

I had been staring out the window when the lock had flicked open on my door and he had walked in.

Turning towards him, I had to stifle a gasp. He had been handsome before, but now…He was absolutely gorgeous.

Evidently, he had cleaned himself up. His dark hair fell to almost his shoulders, curling slightly around the edges of his face. Still dressed simply, but the colors of his clothing reflected his highborn status—dark blue tunic cinched tight with a handsome leather belt and expertly crafted breeches—his clothing was tailored with care by an expert and it drew my eye to all the right places. (more…)

Claimed By The Highlander: A Time Travel Erotic Romance

index“Jesus H. Christ!” I cursed as I backed against the wall.

A dark laugh rumbled from across the room and I could barely make out a decidedly male form walking towards me.

“Och, lass. I wish to put that mouth to better use. I cannae believe you’re here…I thought you were lost to me…”

“Whoa, hold your horses there, buddy! There isn’t supposed to be anyone in this part of the hostel!” Must be a drunk tourist. Must be a drunk tourist. Must be a drunk tourist. My mind repeated as I tried to calm myself.

“And why no’, lass? This is my home, is it no’?” He was close enough that I could see his face, close enough that I could make out the muscles straining against the fabric of his thin shirt, close enough that his scent washed over me, masculine and satisfying in a way that called to my soul. My insistent gaze wasn’t lost on the gorgeous highlander and he seemed to watch me with equal measures of amusement and desire. (more…)

Absorbing White – Book Three In The White Trilogy

41lunOGzUHL._SX415_BO1,204,203,200_Scene: On the plane

Alexander White’s POV

“Bye, Henry.”

With that, he ended the call and looked towards the curled up Tara, who clearly didn’t know what to do next. Having been kicked once she obviously was unsure of her next move. Neither was he, to be honest. He poured a glass of Cognac and looked up at the ceiling for inspiration. Why the hell he thought he’d find any up there was unknown. Hate, hate, hate. How could he help her hate him? Continue being a bastard, he supposed. Normal behaviour really, but maybe he needed to ramp it up a gear or two. (more…)

Conceiving Evil

41RBLQsHOKL._SX322_BO1,204,203,200_I made His fucking dinner and He stood me up again…

Pissed off and feeling vengeful, I knew violating the terms of our arrangement would anger my billionaire Dom, Dorian Lincoln. As a brat, I loved testing Him because I longed for His punishments. Wearing His marks and feeling His pain defined me. But after I went to the movies with a male friend, I didn’t know Dorian would punish me in the most humiliating manner. 

He had taken me to his Victorian style manor that he occasionally shared with Bianca when she wasn’t out of the country doing mission work.  I never asked Dorian if she knew about me, he rarely mentioned his wife.  He claimed their marriage was nothing more than a front for the media and she was basically an accomplice to his dog and pony shows. Bianca could bear him no children, but I could bear him as many as he wanted.  I adored kids and Dorian said when the time was right, we would have as many as our hearts desired.

The bedroom was decorated with heavy drapes and gorgeous furniture.  I stood in front of the four poster bed, slipping into a dream of the day we would sleep together skin to skin.  It was the last thing I thought about when I laid my head on the pillow at the end of each day.  It was the first thought that popped into my head when I opened my eyes in the morning.

In the reflection of an antique mirror I saw Dorian open a silver box.  I turned to face him, the pink dildo in his hand earning a sullen pout from my bottom lip.  He ordered me to undress except for the shoes.  He always wanted me to wear the shoes.  He said they made my legs look longer. (more…)

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