Understanding Keith’s message—he’d wanted to put her mind at ease with regard to the
children so that she could focus on submitting to him—she lowered her gaze. “Can I have ten
minutes to put my bag away and freshen up?”
“Yes. I set out what I want you to wear.” His voice washed through her senses, overpowering
her with peace and excitement.
“Thank you.” Briefcase in hand, she turned to follow his instructions.
The unspoken order halted her. She turned back to him. “Yes?”
“I want a kiss.”
Closing the distance she lifted her face. He caressed her cheek with one hand and wrapped the
other around her waist to support her lower back, two points of contact only. His lips brushed
hers, teasing at a third point. He massaged, a gentle pressure welcoming her home and to her
role as his submissive.
Slave to his mastery, she sighed into it, dropping her briefcase and lifting her arms to twine
them around his neck, and she pressed her chest to his. He deepened the kiss, plunging his
tongue deep to taste and stab. The hand on her cheek slid into her hair, and the one on her
back lowered to squeeze her ass. She forgot about everything. The stresses of her day fell
away as she melted in the face of his demand.
He broke away to trail sucking kisses down her neck, stopping when the collar of her dress shirt
got in his way. “Go,” he said. “Take your ten minutes, and then you’re mine.”
PG Excerpt 2:
“Put your dress on. Tell me how you look.”
Though he couldn’t see it, she parked her hand on her hip. “Keith, this is highly inappropriate,
and it’s bad luck.” Her pulse raced. Though she thought of the wedding as a formality, she
couldn’t help but get a little excited for the actual event.
His husky chuckle crackled through the phone. “I don’t believe in bad luck, and I can’t
masturbate to mental images of you in that dress if I don’t know what it looks like.”
Her fake chagrin melted. She whispered her reply. “You want to masturbate to mental images of
me in a wedding dress? That’s weird. You have actual pictures of me wearing lingerie.” He also
had a picture of her pussy that he refused to delete. Good thing his phone was password and
“I like those pictures.” His voice dropped as the Dom in him asserted itself. “But, Kitty Kat, the
wedding dress says unequivocally that you belong to me. Nothing is sexier than that.”
Her breath caught at his tone. “You’re such a romantic.”
“How about a picture?”
“Nope.” She smiled as she refused him. “I’m not bending on this. You can’t see my dress before
“At least tell me what the neckline looks like. And how long is the skirt? What are you wearing
She laughed. “No clues. You’ll have to wait.”
“A tease would send you pictures of random dresses.”
Love can be found in the strangest of places.
Natasha Devlin, the Mistress that rules the playrooms at Solace, and the men or women she dominates, doesn’t need love or relationships outside the walls of her fortress. She’d witnessed her fellow Doms fall in love. That wasn’t her scene.
Aiden Morgan has two priorities in his life. Dedicating his time to visiting at the Alzheimer’s home that cares for his Grandad, and to his one other love, painting. But things change when he meets a stunningly beautiful older woman.
For the first time in years, a simple friendship excites Natasha. It’s new and fresh and free from the responsibilities that have bound her life. Of course, the sizzling chemistry between her and Aiden helps. Introducing Aiden to the BDSM world she lives in would be a risk, but one she can’t pass up.
Rachel De Lune writes emotionally driven erotic romance. She began scribbling her stories in the pages of a notebook several years ago. Today she's still scribbling stories of dominance and submission and creating Happily Ever Afters.
Rachel lives in the South West of England and daydreams about shoes, lingerie and chocolate, in-between being a mum and a wife. She would love to give up her day job to devote more time to her scribbles. For every woman who’s ever desired more. www.racheldelune.com
Winter Belafonte, Princess of Stoneshire, has her heart set on finding a handsome prince to live out her happily ever after. However, when the expectations of running her father’s kingdom conflict with the love she so desires, she realizes the pursuit of happiness comes with a hefty price, leaving her with one question to answer, how far will I go for love?
Estevan St. Claire, Prince of Farrington, is every woman’s fantasy. He attends the Annual Winter’s ball to meet Gwendolyn Balavarr, Princess of Adonis, the woman he is arranged to marry, with the promise of strengthening the alliance between their kingdoms. Then, he locks eyes with an undeniable beauty—another princess with cherry red lips and skin so temptingly sweet no other woman exists.
A forbidden romance.
Still, their instant chemistry and connection are too intense to ignore, placing the fate of their kingdoms in jeopardy. This predicament leaves the prince with one question to answer, can I risk it all for love?
Will Winter and Estevan’s all-consuming love conquer all, or are they just a devastating tragedy waiting to happen?
Prince Estevan--My gaze devours her curvaceous figure as I trail down to find her supple cleavage. I marvel the sheer size of her bounty and a painful ache blooms in my cock, imagining what it would feel like to cup them in my hand, mold them to my satisfaction. Lash the tips of her nipples with my tongue until she is begging me to lick the rest of her body—one I presume is a delightfully sweet treat. Clenching my jaw, I suppress the urge to pull her into to me, wanting nothing more than to take full possession of her mouth.
About the Author:
J. P. Uvalle is a beautifully twisted soul who has a passion for writing paranormal romance and has the divine ability to make the unbelievable, believable. She was born and raised in Colorado Springs, went to Bel-Rea Institute of Animal Technology and graduated with an Associate's degree in Applied Science and Technology. JP works Full-time as an emergency veterinary nurse.
Aside from being a technician and a writer, she runs two businesses in her spare time ~ Beautifully Twisted Publishing, and Mary Kay. On top of that, she also contributes her time as a blog/promotions manager for the book blog, Beneath the Ashes.
When she's not saving lives, coming up with her next plot twist or making women feel pretty & pampered, she's spending time with family and friends.
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It should have been a simple play…
She needed a football player to step up and be the star for a charity calendar. I needed a sharp and savvy publicist to manage a brand-new sponsorship deal. I scratched her back. She scratched mine. And oh hell, did Jillian ever drag her nails down my back on one hell of a hot night. Okay fine, it was several hot nights on the road.
Now we’re back in town and it’s time to set the play clock back to when we were simply player and publicist. Given the way the last few years have gone, I can’t risk this deal, so it's hands off for us once again. Trouble is, I want more than than just another night with her.
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"The combination of heart, humor, and heat is enough to have me fawning all over Jones."
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“Love it,” Christine says emphatically, her lips and that metal hoop in the bottom one the only parts of her face visible since the lens covers the rest. “How about a little tough-guy look now?”
Because tough guys hold footballs in front of their junk.
“This is my best badass pose,” I say, narrowing my eyes and staring at the camera like I’d stare at the secondary of the Miami Mavericks.
“Oh yes, more of that, right, Jillian?” Christine shouts to the other person here in the studio with us.
That person is Jillian, and she hasn’t looked my way since I strolled in here and dropped my drawers. Damn shame.
From her spot leaning against the far wall, the team publicist answers in a crisp, professional tone I know well. “Exactly. We love his tough-guy face.”
She doesn’t even look up from her phone.
I keep working it for Christine, doing my best to make sure my blue eyes will melt whoever is looking at the picture when the magazine hits newsstands and Internet browsers in another few weeks.
It’s an evergreen kind of issue, since the body edition is one of the most popular. Gee, I wonder why. I’ve no doubt this shot of me with a football for my skivvies will quickly surpass the previous most-searched-for image of yours truly—the game-winning catch I made in the end zone in the Super Bowl two years ago.
But, to be fair, there’s another shot of me that’s searched for maybe a tiny bit more. I like to pretend that shot doesn’t exist.
“The camera loves you,” Christine croons as the snap, snap, snap of the lens keeps the rhythm.
“The feeling is entirely mutual,” I say, pursing my lips in an over-the-top kiss.
Christine laughs. “You are my favorite ham in all of sports, Jones. That’ll be a perfect outtake for our website.”
“That’s a brilliant idea,” Jillian chimes in. “Make sure to send me a copy for social, please.”
“Absolutely,” Christine answers.
I sneak a peek at the dark-haired woman by the wall, that silky curtain of sleekness framing her face as she smiles a bright, buoyant, outgoing grin at the photographer then drops her head back down.
Jillian Moore is one tough nut to crack.
I’m nearly naked in front of her, and she hasn’t once looked my way.
As the woman behind the lens shoots another photo with my favorite ball covering my favorite balls, Jillian doesn’t even spare another glance.
I’m going to need a whole new playbook to get this woman’s attention.
He runs his hand through his hair, flashing a lopsided grin then a wink. “Sorry. I meant are you my personal PR person now?”
That word zips through me like an electric charge. A light gust of wind blows my hair across my cheeks, and I tuck the strands behind my ear, grateful for the temporary distraction courtesy of San Francisco’s windy morning. I shiver lightly from the chill. “Yes, that seems to be the case, and I’m happy to do it.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Are you like my babysitter?”
My jaw drops. “What? No. No. No. That’s ridiculous. I’m not a babysitter.”
He arches a brow. “A nanny?”
I smirk. “Jones, I would hope you’ve outgrown the need for a nanny.”
“That’s up for debate, it seems. But maybe you’re my governess?”
I roll my eyes and gesture to the car at the curb. “I’m not your nanny, I’m not your babysitter, and I’m definitely not your governess. I’m here to help you create the best image possible. I can market, publicize, and help you manage putting the best foot forward,” I say, my tone earnest, my meaning important. “I believe in what I do. I know you’re a great guy, and I want the world to see what I’ve seen in the last couple days.”
“That’s why I said yes when Ford asked for my help. I’m not interested in being anyone’s au pair. I am very interested, though, in showing this city what good things our team does on and off the field. Including you.” I take a breath and try to read him. To understand what’s beneath the teasing. I think I know what it is. He wants a choice. “But if you don’t want me to help out, I’ll step back and we can stick to just the calendar. I told Ford I’d do this for your new deal, because I want to be the one to help you if you need it, and it’s the kind of help I can give. Since you signed the contract yesterday, and the folks at Paleo Pet are local, they want to stop by the shoot later today. Take some pictures, chat, and so on. I’m happy to be there by your side the whole time, making sure you’re comfortable with everything, and you’re represented in the best way possible. But if those aren’t your wishes, and if it isn’t what you need, then I’ll be hands-off. I hold up my palms as if I’m backing away.
In a heartbeat, he grabs my wrists. Possessively. A thrill rushes through me, like a drumbeat pulsing in my veins. I look away from him briefly. I can’t make eye contact when he does this, when he touches me. If I do, he’ll know. He’ll realize I’m just like all the other women who fling panties at him, who chase him down in bars, who line up at the players’ entrance to become his football floozy for the night. I won’t ever be someone’s football floozy, and I can’t let him see for a second that I want some of the same things those other women want from him. Him.
“Don’t be hands-off,” he says, his voice soft.
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Starting college is supposed to be fun. Exciting. Instead i’ve ended up living across the street from Johnny. Star footballer, charmer, intelligent. Perfect right? Wrong! I have no intention of being this line-backer’s latest conquest. Staying far away from him is my only choice. even if every little thing he does makes me swoon. Johnny Baker is bad news for any girl. He’s a player and no girl will change that. On;y he wasn’t. He began to capture my attention more and more until all I thought of was him.
He was my missing piece…
Being the line-backer is easy. Especially when it gets me a different girl in my bed every night. That’s exactly what Tillie was supposed to be. Just another conquest. Wham and bam! She would be easy. I had never been with an art geek before but every other female fell at my feet or more accurately into my bed. Only she didn’t. Tillie Jacobs came into my world and blew it apart. Every little thing she did; every laugh, every moment… she possessed me.
She was my missing piece…
About the Author:
Lizzie James lives in the valleys of South Wales, UK with her family.
Working full time for her local authority keeps her busy but her free time is spent in her favourite pursuits of writing, reading, listening to music and travelling.
She is passionate about her writing and cooperatively works with a team of dedicated bloggers through CLiK Book Blog and Facebook Group to advance and promote not only her own work but that of other aspiring Indie Authors.