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SPOTLIGHT: Unexpected Destiny

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Thank you for having me today. I’m thrilled that Unexpected Destiny has released!

These assassins have really gotten a hold on me. I can’t wait till they all have their happily ever after. How did I get here, giving happy endings to assassins?

Initially I was looking to find love for a bad boy. Assassins aren’t usually the hero. They’re the villain. But I wanted to change all that. These four men came to me almost instantly. In no time, I had bits of each of their stories. I knew I had to write it all, the good, the bad, and the ugly on these men who want to save the lives of those who can’t get the help they so desperately need, whose lives are in immediate danger.

Now that I’ve pulled that string, I see a whole mess of stories. Once I tell the stories of these four men, more will come. Great things are in store. I can’t wait to experience it all. <3

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Unexpected Destiny

Assassins and Sweethearts Series

by S.J. Maylee

Contemporary Erotic Romantic Suspense

ISBN: 978-1-77233-978-9

Book Description:

Elizabeth Martin thought she had her happily ever after, until her husband mysteriously disappeared. Aidan Clery is a skilled assassin-for-hire who wants nothing more than to find the love of his life. Fate throws Liz in his path and everything is perfect, except Aidan just won the contract on her life.

The truth surrounding Liz’s estranged husband takes the pair on a dangerous journey. Nothing in their lives will ever be the same. Destiny may be unexpected but it will be up to Aidan and Liz to discover the truth and claim their real happily ever after.

Be Warned: light BDSM, bondage, anal play

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Excerpt:

Aidan turned off the faucet and caught the reflection of those gorgeous brown eyes in the mirror.

“Oops. Wrong door,” said his girl as she turned around.

“I can share.” He could handle the surveillance later. This woman deserved his attention.

She stopped and turned around. “Okay then.” She took a step toward him. “You know what? I should have asked for confirmation earlier.” Her gaze was full of mischief.

“You’re right. You should have asked.” He took a hold of her hand and pulled her close. “I sure would like to see that tiny scrap of lace.” And just like that his night got infinitely better.

She stopped her forward movement when their chests were a mere inch apart. A nice rosy blush heated her cheeks. He kept hold of her hand while her other played with the lapel of his dark leather jacket. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“You need to get back to your friends?”

“Yes, but…” She licked her bottom lip. “Maybe I could stay here for a few minutes.”

“At least a few.” He tapped the bottom of her chin. “How about you start by telling me your name?”

“Liz.” Her gaze met his and he wanted time to stop. Something about the lonely look in her eyes called to him to not let her get away. She shifted closer. “Who are you?”

He pushed his finger over her waistband, rubbing her hipbone. “I’m Aidan.” He squeezed the hand he still held. Her soft body relaxed against his.

“I should probably go. I need to get my friends home.”

“I don’t think you should go anywhere.” He brushed his nose against hers.

A delicious moan slipped from her lips. “I don’t want to leave but I need to make sure they get home safely.”

“It’s nice of you to look out for them.” Damn, she smelled good. It was lilacs or roses or something.

“I’d rather stay here with you.” She leaned in and their lips almost met. “My friends are always right. I should have gone out with them months ago.”

“Stay a few more minutes.” He caressed over her hips to her round ass. Hot tension filled his thoughts. Forget a few more minutes, he’d take all night and then some to explore this beautiful woman.

“More.” She scraped her teeth over her bottom lip.

A second later, the door opened. “Lizzy, we got to go. Emily isn’t feeling well.”

She dropped her head to his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Lizzy.” The woman held the door open. “You’re right. He is cute. Bring him with you. Emily won’t mind.”

“She’ll be right out,” he said. Once the friend left the bathroom, he brushed her hair behind her shoulders and stroked her back.

“I feel like I’m cursed.”

“You and me both, sweetheart.” He didn’t let her go.

“Well.” She looked up at him from under her long, dark lashes. “It’s not what I had in mind but would you help me with my friends?” The soft tone of her voice had him imagining how she’d purr if he made her come. “I think I might be the only one sober and they can be a bit much to wrangle into a cab. They live north in Edgewater and then we could do something, maybe go back to my place.” She worried her poor bottom lip once more.

“I’d like that.” He squeezed her ass. “Sure. I’ll help, Lizzy.” He tugged on her hair. Then he’d help himself to more of her.

Praise for the first book in the Assassins and Sweethearts Series

Desire Unexpected:

5 stars from Cocktails and Books: “Their love for each other was very fierce, and when they began to have sex, it goes completely off the charts. Their love scenes were intense and oh, so hot! They had feeling of a kind of desperation to them. They’ve found what they were looking for in each other, and they’re clinging to it with everything they had.”

4 Hearts from Sizzling Hot Reads: “It had the hot steamy sex scenes but also the mystery behind the group Ethan belonged too. I look forward to more from the Assassins and Sweethearts series.”

4 stars from Redz World Reviews: “over all this is a great start to what promises to be a good series”

Where you can find Desire Unexpected
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Praise for the second book in the Assassins and Sweethearts Series

Desire Protected:

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5 stars from Liz’s Reading Life: Desire Protected is a quick, sensual, heart pounding read that will have you desiring more.

5 stars from a reader, Tracy W: Another well done story from an author I come back to again and again.

5 stars from a reader, Doris O: Suspense, heat, and above all love. Read it, you won’t be disappointed.

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S.J. MAYLEE BIO:

S.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time.

When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.

As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.

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SPOTLIGHT: The Forever Forest

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Gayle Cranfield was born in London and found her forever after, Mark at the age of 14.

After nearly 30 years of being together, they have two children, both at a university, and now live in Wiltshire in the South West of England somewhere between Stonehenge and Bath.

Whilst on a road trip around California in 2013, she read some disastrous books and when she returned home decided to write one of her own. Having never creatively written a word since school, she picked up her iPad and hesitantly started to write in secret thinking she’d write a short story, before she knew it she had 97000 words!

That was four books ago. She has written three erotic thrillers for Siren Publishing and this time has written her first erotic/paranormal, The Forever Forest, and has chosen Evernight to publish it for her.

“It is great to see your work come alive,” Gayle says. “Although you have various Beta readers telling you it is a great story and a real page turner until a publishing company says ‘Yes we want your work’ you only think your friends are being nice and trying not to hurt your feelings. Seeing the front cover being emailed to me for approval is always the best part and Jay Aheer has done the most amazing job, as she always does ,with all the Evernight Authors.

 

The Forever Forest

A series of unusual, and unexplained murders in Bath, England, pushes Detective Sergeant Rebecca Leigh and Psychic Investigator, Gabriel Lewis, to work together.

They discover a link to a new Steam Punk nightclub, The Wolf’s Den, where owner Darius Wolf, when interviewed, disorientates Rebecca.  On exciting the club, Rebecca collapses, seemingly intoxicated, leaving Gabriel no choice but to take her to his home.

She has no memory of meeting Wolf, but attraction between Rebecca and Gabriel reaches boiling point as she discovers Gabriel is not as he seems. The timid psychic is a Dominant in the bedroom and turns her world upside down, as the normally strong willed Detective realizes what has been missing in her past relationships, the submission Gabriel requires from her.

Darius, now obsessed with Rebecca, gains access to her dreams when she is kidnapped by him, leaving Gabriel having to find a passage into Rebecca’s dreams and save her from The Forever Forest.

Excerpt – The Forever Forest

“You mentioned Jekyll and Hyde earlier, I’d that how you see me?” Gabriel asked as they sat eating their pasta.

“A bit yes. You seem so quiet normally, but this morning, when we were in your bedroom, you were a different person. More forceful.”

“I asked you this morning if that scared you and you said no, but when you walked in here today you seemed very nervous.”

“Apprehensive I think is more the terminology you should be using.”

“Why?” he asked casually.

“The word dominant conjures up many images in my head. I’ve read books, and I know what it means.”

“Is that how you see me?”

“Yes.” She gulped.

“You are a very astute woman. You’ve already worked me out from this morning?”

“Yes. I’m a Detective you know, it’s my job.” She tried to make a joke, but she knew it just sounded like panic.

“The term Dominant can mean all sorts of things in life.”

“What does it mean to you?”

“I’d like you to look at yourself,” he said, deflecting her question.

“In what way?” she asked.

“You are an extremely dominant woman in your work, and I presume you are like that because you are in a very male oriented world and have had to learn to be like that. Am I right?”

“To a certain extent, yes,” she agreed.

“But I get the feeling that is not your natural personality.” He took a long drink from his glass and refilled both glasses again.

“How so?” She nodded in thanks to the wine and picked her glass up and put it to her lips. The wine, along with the food that Gabriel had prepared, was a taste sensation. “Every now and then I see Alice falling down a rabbit hole, only fleetingly, but it’s there.”

“That’s a strange analogy, explain.” She smiled as she put her glass down and picked up her fork once more.

“I know you’re good at your job and you are obviously very thorough, but I get the feeling that this persona, this hard woman, is not the real you. You have been dragged out of your comfort zone with this career and have had to learn to adapt.”

“Keep talking.” This man was good.

“You are an extremely foreboding personality and I wouldn’t want to cross you at work, but last night and this morning I saw a different side to you, a timid side, and one I’d like to explore a little further.” She went to open her mouth, but Gabriel put his hand up to stop her saying anything. “Before you jump down my throat, hear me out please.”

“Ok.” She was beginning to take offense at his hint that she was weak.

“You do not socialize with people from work, do you?”

“No, they’re a bunch of arseholes. I like a few of them, but I still wouldn’t choose to  spend any amount of with them, Tanya is probably the only one I would see out of work.”

“So is that because you don’t want people to see the real you when you take your mask off?”

“I’m sorry?”

“When you get home, do you close the door behind you and lock the woman away and the little girl is released?”

Rebecca didn’t say anything, visions of her unicorn pajamas folded on her bed suddenly flicked through her mind.

“I take it by that silence I’m correct.”

“Go on…”

“Let’s take another avenue. Tell me about your last relationship.”

“Er, ok, I met Harry when I was working on a stalking case few years ago. He was the victim before you ask.”

“And you started a relationship with him?”

“After the case was over, yes, I did. He was a lovely man and wanted to marry me, but it wasn’t what I wanted.”

“What did you want?”

“Something else.”

“And what was that?”

Silence reigned as Rebecca couldn’t quite give him a reason why she didn’t want to marry Harry.

“Did you ever take that mask off in front of him?”

“Why do you keep going on about a mask?”

“Because I think, and please feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, that you are such a force in your work and all you want to do when you get home is curl up and lock the door with a book and a glass of wine. Am I right so far?”

“Possibly.”

“Harry met you in a work environment, didn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“When he was possibly at the lowest time in his life being stalked, making him jumpy and needy.”

“True.”

“And you were the strong Detective Sergeant Rebecca Leigh, crime fighter extraordinaire.”

“Now you’re taking the piss.” She laughed. “You had me believing you then.”

“Look at the situation. Was it the tough DS Leigh he fell in love with, or the little girl lost that escapes to her fantasy world in books or TV?” Silence again. “How was your sex life?”

She blushed. “Good, I think.” She hated talking about her sex life as she’d discussed with Tanya that morning.

“Was it always you that took the lead, perhaps always instigated sex?”

She thought for a moment. “He was busy, always working long hours.”

“And you weren’t?”

“That’s not the point,” she answered abruptly.

“It totally is the point. He saw you as the dominant personality in your relationship and in all aspects of it, and I don’t think you are. Yes, you are dominant in your work life, but you want to be that woman who is taken care of, too.”

“I think I get what you mean.”

“So I want to explore that side of your quieter personality, not the tough CID Detective Sergeant.”

“How do you intend to do that?”

“There is one avenue I want to explore with you, Rebecca. It will probably make you very apprehensive.”

“What’s that? You’re killing me here, Gabriel. Get to the point will you?”

“I want you to submit to me.”

“What, in everything I do?” She panicked.

“No, just in the bedroom or wherever sex occurs. Your life is your own. I would not try and change that. I like that side. It’s feisty, but it is Rebecca I want to explore further, not Detective Sergeant Leigh.”

“I’m not into whips and chains and things.”

“Stop panicking. It’s not all about that. It’s about control. It can be, but that’s not what I want from this.”

“What do you want from it?”

“Basically, to Dominate you in our sex life.”

“I’m not sure about this, Gabriel. Is this something you’re used to?”

“It has been in the past, yes. It can make a very interesting relationship. Basically I want to pleasure you in every way possible, and I want to ensure that you have enough orgasms to make your ears bleed.”

“And what do you get out of this?” she asked curiously.

“To take care of you. Don’t worry, you will satisfy me, too, but my purpose will be your pleasure.”

“The perfect man?” She chuckled.

“You said it, not me.” His eyes looked over his wine glass, and although she couldn’t see his mouth she knew he was smirking behind the blood red liquid.

SPOTLIGHT: His Boss Her Dom

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The idea for this story came about when Evernight Publishing put out a call for a men in uniform antho…

As ever my mind started to race… This was a result. Not for the antho though…

His Boss, Her Dom

Jamie, she had to assume it was him, and not A. N. Other, kicked her legs apart. Something cold touched each ankle, before her scarred ankle was wrapped in toweling and whatever it was fastened tightly with cord or some such thing to both ankles. Eva wriggled her toes and flexed her legs as best she could and discovered her feet were held about eighteen inches apart. What on earth had he used? Then she thought about the shape of whatever it was on her unbroken ankle. Her overlong fire irons?

“Such handy, everyday items you can find when you look,” Jamie said, and stroked each globe of her ass. He pulled the back of her thong hard and up into the crack and did a seesaw movement with it. It really did feel like the proverbial cheese grater. Luckily he stopped before she decided it was sawing her in half.

“What a beautiful sight, seeing you spread out like that. I wonder, puss, if you can lift away from the settee just enough for me to reach your tits? Try for me.”

Bloody hell, does he think I’m a contortionist? However, it was amazing what a person would try when their Dom spoke to them in such a way. Eva arched her back and her boobs left the contours of the sofa back. Ross pulled on each one and kneaded them. Then he tugged and pinched each nipple so hard, she gasped.

“Color,” he said brusquely.

“Green, Sir.” Why did he ask? He knew how hard they’d played on their other occasion together and she’d been green all the way.

“Good girl, now breathe.” The pain in first one nipple and then the other as he attached something tightly to each took her breath away. She whimpered. How the hell could she take it?

“Breathe, puss, or cry red. Do it now.” He roared out the last word, and Eva let out her breath in a whoosh.

It hurt, oh how it hurt, but the invisible string of sensation from her tits to her clit got ever stronger. The pain morphed into intense pleasure, so much so she shook.

“G… green, oh….”

Jamie removed one of whatever clamped onto her nipple and she moaned her disappointment. He nipped and tugged the nipple until she wondered how it held onto the rest of her boob, before he reattached the instrument of pleasure and pain. “Lean forward again, puss. Press those lovely tits into the sofa and increase the pressure of the clamps.” Eva obeyed instantly. His deep velvety voice demanded instant submission and got it.

A hard slap on her ass was her reward. It was followed by several more, each more intense than the last. Jamie continued the assault on her rear with something flat and possibly plastic. In one corner of her mind Eva reckoned she’d never look at her furnishings in the same light again. She began to fly, and enter that special place where everything morphed into pleasure.

The spanking stopped suddenly and she wanted to cry. It was nowhere near enough. She craved her subspace like an addict craved their next fix.

“W…”

“Because I say so, puss.” He kissed her neck. “And because when I let you go to your special place, you need time to savor it. Sadly tonight, we haven’t got that luxury.”

If she hadn’t fallen into the zone so fast and furious she would have realized that.

“So…now then.” His voice was soft and soothing. “Let’s see what we can do for each other, eh, my puss?”

A ripping noise infiltrated her mind, and her thong left her ass crack. One thong destroyed.

“The next thing you feel in your ass will be my cock,” Jamie said as he stroked each globe in soft circles. “But first I’m going to fuck your pussy and make you come.”

The noise of his zipper was loud in the room, and then Eva heard shuffling sounds as she presumed he kicked off his denims. She waited with hard suppressed excitement.

One long finger probed inside her pussy hole. “Ah, so ready aren’t you, puss.” The finger withdrew, and her juices ran down her legs. “Let me protect us. One moment.”

She heard a rustle and then Jamie thrust into her hard and deep and began a fast fucking, which rocked her fastened legs and made her breasts bump off the settee. The clamps knocked it and pinched her nipples harder as she moved with Jamie’s thrusts. Her arousal filled her like molten lava and her skin tingled as if she’d been stung. The tingles and stabs of pleasure increased faster than she’d ever known before, and Eva knew she teetered on the brink of coming.

“Come now, puss.” Jamie pinched her clit and she screamed, tumbling into a fast and furious climax as stars danced behind her closed eyelids.

Her legs shook, as Jamie shouted and shuddered his own climax inside her, and then fell forward across her back. She savored his weight and stayed still as his breathing steadied.

The clock chimed the hour. Jamie groaned. “Let me untie you, and make you comfortable in a conformist manner.”

Eva flinched as he lifted from her and her nipples moved on the coarse fabric of the settee.

“Aww, does it hurt? I’ll kiss them better in a sec.”

The blindfold was lifted and she blinked to make her eyes work as Jamie busied himself with her other ties. When she saw the fire iron she grinned. He was correct. There were very useful items around the house.

The sprung wooden clothes pegs attached to her nipples made her swallow as her mouth went dry and her pussy muscles contracted. No wonder they pinched. She had caught her finger in one once and it had been bloody sore.

“One second, puss.” The air stirred as presumably he moved to dispose of the condom, and then she was lifted into his arms. Her nipple, plus attachment slid over his chest and she hissed at the non-pleasurable pain that shot from nipple to clit.

“Ssh, not long now.” Jamie walked around the settee and sat her down on his naked lap. His quiescent cock stirred slightly and he whistled. “Sheesh, I’m fucked and my cock is saying ‘again soon, please.’ It must want your ass, puss.”

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Well what can I say?

I’m growing old disgracefully and loving it.

Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.

Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.

I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I’m often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I’m not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.

Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

 

SPOTLIGHT: The Bear Treatment

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Thank you so much for having me here today with the fourth instalment in my Projects Series, The Bear Treatment.

This didn’t actually start off as part of the series, but the more I wrote, I realized that this story was set in the Projects world. I had a choice, change the rules, or go with it. As per usual my characters gave me no choice but to go with it. They are after all firmly in charge, and if I have learnt one thing, especially when writing shifters, it’s that resistance is futile. Especially, when that shifter happens to be a bear. There is something about bear shifters, that just makes them even more dominant, and Luke Masterton is no exception.

He’s been lusting after his cousin’s best friend ever since she sprouted curves to die for. Now that she is available, in his spa, and actually expressing an interest in the lifestyle—well…

She’s most definitely in for this bear’s treatment.

*winks*

 

Blurb:

There’s nothing quite like being dumped by another good-for-nothing boyfriend to focus a girl’s mind. Fun has been missing from Louisa’s life for far too long, and a bit of wax play at the spa-with-a-difference is just what she needs to take her mind off her birthday. 

What can possibly go wrong? It’s not as though the man she’s been secretly lusting after for years would turn up and see her in all of her wobbly bits glory, or give her one mind blowing orgasm after the other, is it? 

That would mean she is getting the bear treatment. You know the one—ends up being mated to one droolworthy, dominant, bear shifter—and ticks off the council no end. One thing’s for certain. After this birthday nothing will be the same again. 

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, wax play, anal play

 

 

Excerpt:

 

When he bit down on her clit her orgasm rushed through her with so much force that she screamed and bit her lip hard enough to taste her own blood, in an effort to muffle that scream.

They were on top of a crowded restaurant, for God’s sake. If she turned her head she could see the people dining below. All it would take was for one of them to look up and they would see her sprawled along the table with Luke once again lapping at her cream as she gushed her juices into his waiting mouth. The thought that one of the diners would look up, made her orgasm burn hotter, and with her body still shaking in delicious aftershocks she almost didn’t notice the slight pressure against her little puckered hole until Luke slipped a slick finger wet with her own arousal knuckle deep into her ass.

She would have bowed off the table had his hot hand on her tummy not held her down, and she lost herself in the heated stare of his golden eyes as their gazes connected.

“That’s my girl.” His voice had dropped an octave, dripping in lust, and her body went limp under his possession. “This ass and this pussy are mine to do with as I please are they not, my sweet Lou?”

He pushed deeper into her butt, and she gasped at the burning pain of another finger slipping past that ring of muscle. Discomfort gave way to heat when he started to thrust those two fingers in and out of their tight confines, and added the thumb of his other hand to her clit and rubbed that sensitive bundle of nerves in small circles designed to push her over the edge once more.

The strange sensation in her ass awakened unused nerve endings, and she clamped around his digits, increasing the heady sensations bombarding her.

“That’s it, my sweet. Ride those fingers. I can’t wait to see your little hole stretched with a butt plug to prepare you for my cock, and you will let me take you back here, won’t you?”

The veins on his neck stood out, his smile showed his fangs, and with the eyes of his bear looking down on her he never looked more the wild animal he had inside than right now. The thought should have terrified Louisa, but instead it had the opposite effect on her. She was his prey, his for the taking, and the thought turned her on even more.

“Yes, yes, God yes, I’m yours to do with as you please, Sir.”

Her whispered answer made him step up his assault on her senses, and everything inside of her drew tight as she climbed up those rungs of lust until the world narrowed to just the feel of his fingers in her ass, and his big body covering her.

Luke bent closer, not once slowing his fingers as they fucked her into another orgasm, and then he kissed her. His tongue mimicked the action of his digits, and she kissed him back until her lungs screamed at her they needed air, as her body shook in the grip of the tremors wracking through her. She winced when he withdrew his fingers from the tight clasp of her ass, and then gasped when he shrugged out of his shirt. The man’s torso was magnificent and sprinkled with liberal amounts of hair that she wanted to run her fingers through. His pectorals flexed as he threw the shirt across the room, and she let her gaze admire the play of muscles. The way his hair thickened to a dark trail that acted like a beacon to his magnificent cock. Despite her earlier attention to that particular body part, he was once again erect. Veins ran along the length of the impressive organ, and the thick mushroom head glistened in the muted lighting of the room. Louisa licked her lips, suddenly desperate for another taste of his salty musk, and Luke laughed. Low and menacing, the sound was more animal than human, and set her arousal to fever pitch.

“Not this time, my sweet. This time I want to bury my cock into your tight cunt. I want to see your lips stretched around my girth, as you struggle to take all of me, but you will, won’t you, pet? You’ll milk my cock like the good little subbie you are, and you’ll gush your cream all over my dick again and again, won’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” How she managed to force the words past her kiss swollen lips she would never know. Her gaze was riveted to his cock, where Luke was fisting himself slowly. He squeezed the tip of his dick until his pre-cum slid on his fingers and with a wicked grin held those digits up to her mouth.

Louisa opened up eagerly, only too willing to taste him again, and she groaned when he hooked those fingers inside her mouth holding her in place while he ran the tip of his erection through her wet slit repeatedly. He bumped into her clit at every upstroke, sending jolts of electricity through her system, and her nostrils flared as she tried to breathe through her nose.

“Look at me, pet.”

His rough command made her eyes snap to his again, and she swallowed hard around the digits in her mouth. The intensity of his golden gaze was hard to take, as he pinned her in place with the sheer force of his will.

“You’re mine, and when I sink my cock into your cunt, I’m going to sink my fangs into your flesh and mark you as mine.”

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Author Bio:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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Her Imaginary Lover by Doris O’Connor

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Thanks so much for having me here today with my paranormal BDSM story Her Imaginary Lover.

Did you have an imaginary friend as a child? I bet he felt very real to you. What if these imaginary friends were real, however? And what if, not all of them were nice friends… What if there was a whole other dimension…

Such is the premise behind Her Imaginary Lover.

To Macie, Kaylom has always been real. Blind from birth, she never realized other people couldn’t see him, until her parents started to doubt her sanity, and eventually she sent him away.

That was fifteen years ago, but Kaylom is back now, and Macie is not a child anymore…

 

Blurb:

 ~Editors Pick~

When your imaginary friend turns out to be real, there’s only one thing you can do—have the best sex of your life.

Macie Johann’s ordered world is thrown into chaos, when she is attacked on her way home from work. The muscle bound hunk that comes to her rescue would appear to be naked? Okay then, maybe she has hit her head a bit too hard, but then again no one else seems to notice him, and there is something very familiar about this guy.

Blind from birth Macie has learnt to trust her senses, and they all scream at her to grab her chance of true happiness with the man, who makes her body and soul sing. Never mind the small fact of his not being human.

When their actions get Kaylom yanked back into his dimension to stand trial, Macie follows determined to fight for her man.

 

Excerpt:

Macie grinned at the sound of smashing crockery, as he kicked her legs apart and urged her forward until her torso lay prone on her table. With her breasts squashed into the wood, and his hand applying pressure on her shoulder blades, she had nowhere to go. A shudder went through her when he stepped so close that his hair roughened thighs touched the back of her legs. His heavy erection slid along her pussy lips, and she knew she was coating him in her juices. They slid down the inside of her thighs.

The mere fact they were doing this here, now, in her kitchen added another layer of deliciously naughty to the whole experience. Her kitchen faced a busy main street, and she had no curtains up. In theory anyone would be able to see in and see what they were doing. A giggle escaped her at the thought. Not that they would see Kaylom. They would no doubt wonder at the strange woman who lay naked along her table.

Kaylom’s chest molded itself along her back, and a little nip to her shoulder focused his attention back on him.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

A sharp pinch to the side of her breast made her gasp. That sting traveled straight to her clit, and she wriggled her hips to relieve the resulting ache in her pussy.

“Nothing, is it? I think my little munchkin needs to be reminded who’s boss.”

He lifted off her, and she moaned at the loss of his body warmth. A smack to her ass ground her pelvis into the edge of the table, and she bit her lip to stop from crying out. That felt way too good. He soothed the sting with his hand, and then spanked her other cheek with considerably more force than the first swat. Macie yelped and squirmed under his hands, and his chuckle seemed to echo around the room. It only served to stoke her excitement further. Kaylom ran his hands up and down her spine and then up her arms taking them with him. He curled her fingers over the opposite edge of her small table.

“Keep them like this and don’t move, or I’ll have to tie you to this table, do you hear me?”

“Yes,” she said, and all the breath left her lungs when he smacked her ass with so much force she slid further up the table.

“Yes, what?” he asked, and this time there was no mistaking the edge of command in his voice. He yanked her head back hard, and his hot breath skittered across her sweat slicked flesh as he nipped at her lips and throat. A feminist would have a field day with her right now, but fuck her, if this display of his dominance didn’t turn her on even more.

What had he said? His kind demanded their mates to be submissive and calling him “Sir” was a token of respect.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, and he kissed her with so much passion, it took her breath away.

“Good girl. You have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say that.”

She blinked back tears and held onto the edge for dear life when he grasped her hips, and pulled her down the table until her ass hung off it.

“You’re so fucking wet for me baby. You want me to fuck this sweet ass of yours, don’t you?” His breath felt cool across her slick folds, and his fingers dug into her thighs as he spread her wider, and Macie lost the ability to think at the first touch of his tongue.

He licked her from slit to clit and back again, until she was so close to coming she didn’t even know what the sounds were spilling from her mouth.

Seconds before she reached that all elusive peak, he withdrew, and she thumped her head against the table in frustration.

“Bastard, err, Sir.”

He laughed and then rained a series of hard swats on her ass that left her breathless and even wetter.

“Oh your butt reddens beautifully under my hands, my sweet, and let’s gets one thing straight. I will not tolerate you using cuss words. Your mouth is far too pretty for anything that nasty to come out of it. If we were in my realm I’d shove a gag inside that foul sounding mouth and then strap a vibrator inside you with just enough force to keep you on the edge without coming. How would you like that?”

Macie shook her head and swallowed nervously.

“No, Sir, thank you, Sir, I wouldn’t like that at all.”

The air displacement gave her a second’s warning before he tunneled his tongue into her pussy hole, and she climbed back up those delicious rungs of tingling bliss before he once again withdrew.

Macie keened her disappointment, and he delivered several more open handed swats to her ass, before he attacked her swollen and sensitive pussy again.

Macie lost count how many times he spanked her and then revved her up again before withdrawing. Time lost all meaning. All that mattered were the painful swats to her ass that morphed into blissful heat, which suffused her entire body until she felt on fire for this man.

From far, far away she heard his voice eventually, and she flinched when something cold hit her ass crack.

“Sorry, my sweet, this will only last a moment.”

 

Available from Evernight Publishing June 16th

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Author Bio:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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Dominguez: Demon Guardians — An Excerpt

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Dominguez: Demon Guardians
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“They can’t harm you, Amara. You’re safe now.”

“How did you find me?” she asked. “How did you know I was in trouble?”

“I’m your guardian. I always know when you’re in trouble.”

Her brow furrowed. “Like a guardian angel?”

I chuckled. “Yes, except I’m a demon.”

“I don’t care if you’re a purple alien. You rescued me. I can only imagine what would’ve happened to me if you hadn’t come along when you did. They would’ve forced me, I’m sure. I was stupid to go with them, but it seemed like harmless fun. They didn’t seem like men who would hurt me.”

“You should never enter into something like that unless you know the person and trust them. You could’ve been seriously hurt tonight.”

She shuddered in my arms.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” I picked up the soap and placed it in her hand.

She swiped the soap down her arms in jerky movements, missing more of her skin than not. Taking the bar from her, I lathered my hands and soaped her skin, using slow, easy motions. I didn’t want to scare her. When I reached her breasts, I wasn’t sure what to do. In a normal situation, I wouldn’t hesitate, but this was far from normal.

Amara took my hands in hers and guided them over her breasts and down the valley between them. As my palms slid down her torso to her hips, her gaze flicked up to meet mine. With her eyes steady on mine, she slipped my hand between her legs. Her pussy was bare and oh so soft. I longed to taste it, to feel that smooth skin against my tongue.

Lust hit me, more mine than hers. I felt uncertainty from her, and from what little I could glean from her thoughts, she wanted reassurance that sex wasn’t about violence. I wasn’t sure what to do… give in to my desire or push her away?

Trying to gain control of myself, I washed her as quickly as possible. The water beating down on us rinsed her almost as fast as I could soap her skin. I held out a hand to help her stand, but instead she curled her arms around my neck. Not knowing what else to do, I embraced her, giving in to my desires. The feel of her soft, supple body pressed tight against mine was creating havoc with my self-control.

“I want you,” she whispered, pressing her lips against mine.

I could do little more than return her kiss, parting her lips with my tongue before delving inside for a taste. She even tasted of sweetness, innocence, all things good. It drove me to want to possess her, own her, make her mine in every way. But she’d already shown she wasn’t up for that. I couldn’t give in to my demands.

“We can’t,” I told her.

“Why not?”

I lightly stroked her throat. “Because the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen was you kneeling at my feet with that collar around your neck. Because I’d want to tie you up and have my wicked way with you. Have you submit to me completely. And it’s obvious to me that you aren’t into that kind of thing.”

She toyed with my hair, and I found I liked it.

“What if I let you do those things to me? What if I said that I wanted that with you, that I knew you wouldn’t hurt me, but you would keep me safe? You claim you’re my guardian, after all.”

I caressed the silky skin along her ribs. “You would trust me that much? Even though we just met? Even after what you’ve been through today?”

“If you’re truly my guardian, you would never bring me harm, right? I couldn’t be safer than I am right now.”

“Right.”

“Then, yes, I trust you.”

Kissing her like a starving man, I shut off the water and lifted her out of the tub. When I pulled back, her lips were swollen and pink, making me want to kiss her again. I reached for a towel and quickly dried both of us before leading her back into the bedroom. Her bed wasn’t very large, but it would have to do, at least, for now. I didn’t want to scare her by taking her to hell just yet. I did, however, wish I had some of my toys, or at least a very good pair of handcuffs or some rope.

A scarf half hanging out of a drawer gave me an idea. I walked over to the dresser and pulled the drawer open. A multitude of scarves were thrown in haphazardly, an explosion of color and texture. Choosing two long silk ones, I turned to her with a smile.

 

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A single night of passion, or a lifetime of love? How is a demon to choose?

Dominguez has never lost control, not in the two and half centuries he’s been alive, not until Amara. One night in her arms and he’s a changed man – demon, rather. One slight miscalculation and the woman he’s sworn to protect ends up pregnant with his child, but before they can focus on what that means to them, they have to discover who’s behind the demon attacks on Amara.