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stories of erotic romance Every
Which Way from
some of the hottest storytellers around
UNABASHED by New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Sasha White
She’s finally found a
man who sees her for the woman she is, and she’s not holding back.
Ian
Johnson thrived on training new submissives at Overwatch. He loved helping them
explore their kinks, learn their limits, and recognize the power they hold. Then Ronnie
Mack strode into the club, and right back into his heart. Now she’s his one and only, and he’s learning that training a submissive he loves is a whole new level of
connection.
LOANED by New York Times
and USA Today Bestselling
author Annabel Joseph
It’s all kinky fun
and games, until someone
loses their heart.
Bettina’s Master gets off on
loaning her to strangers. Afterward, she’s supposed
to report back to him with all
the raunchy details. It’s all kinky fun and
games, until one of those strangers decides he
doesn’t want to give her back…
BOOTS & WINGS by New York Times
and USA Today Bestselling
author Myla Jackson
When a woman comes between brothers, passions take
wings
Pilots,
partners and brothers, Jake and Tucker Maddox, are both in love with Molly
O’Brien and
she’s in love with them. Because of their crazy
sibling rivalry she refuses to choose between them, and instead walks
away. On the verge of losing the best gal that ever
happened to them, the two brothers hatch a desperate scheme to kidnap Molly,
carrying her away to their mountain cabin where they convince her she can have them
both, if she dares
Pin Me Up Proper by USA Today and New York Times Bestselling author Cathryn
Fox
Shackles, blindfolds and ropes, oh my…she’s not in Kansas
anymore.
Bored
with the men in her life, actress Janie Monroe is looking for something different. On a
whim, she decides to seduce her cameraman, a guy who comes off as a nerdy video
gamer. After enticing him at a pin-up photo shoot, she learns that he does indeed like
to play, but instead of a game console and controller, his toys are shackles, blindfolds
and ropes. Janie soon finds herself immersed in a world of dark passions where her
boundaries are challenged and pleasure beyond her wildest imagination is the
prize.
ACCEPTABLE RISK by Candace Blevins
Bethany has joked for years that if she ever settles down, it'll be with a harem
of men, only it isn't a joke anymore.
Mac is a
new werewolf, and still must be watched at every moment to be sure he stays
in control. His kink has always been
ménage, so when he overhears the beautiful redhead at
the bar wanting to take on not only him, but also
the werewolf and wereleopard chaperoning his night
out… he has to convince them to let him take her
home. He might not be trustworthy with a human
woman alone, yet, but with two powerful shapeshifters in bed with them,
what could go wrong?
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SASHA WHITE
What scene did you enjoy the most when writing your
story?
The whole story. Seriously, It’s rare I say that, but I feel in
love with Ronnie and Ian when I wrote Unfettered, and it was such a joy to get back
to them and dig deeper and take them to the next level of their relationship that it
flowed so easily and I loved it all.
Is your story part of a series or connected to any of your other
books?
It is. It’s a continuation of Ronnie and
Ian’s relationship, from the Overwatch Series. The events on UNABASHED
happen at the same time as the events in PRIMAL, only the main couple is different.
Because it takes place on a stacked timeline, readers of PRIMAL will likely recognize
one or two of the events, only they’ll be from a different characters
POV this time.
If your story came with a warning label, what would it
say?
WARNING: Story contains raw, raunchy, real love and power
exchange. If you can’t stand the heat, stay out of the
kitchen, and the bedroom, and the shower, and the dungeon.
Excerpt from Sasha White’s UNABASHED
Hot lips wrapped around his cock and pulled him from sleep. It was
heaven, and it was hell.
Ronnie Mack. The girl who’d tempted him so much as a
young man that he’d left town without saying
goodbye to anyone. Finally, she was in his life again, and in his bed.
Heaven.
He lay there, eyes still closed, enjoying the delicious torment of velvet
tongue stroking up and down his cock and fighting the need to take control at the
same time. It was a rare thing for him to have a sub in his home, in his bed, but it was
even more rare for him to fight the urge to control. He was a Dominant, he liked to be
the one in control, the one tormenting someone until they were drowning in pleasure.
Any woman entering his bed knew that, but normally they’d have negotiated their boundaries.
He’d been in such a hurry
they’d skipped that step the night before. Hell.
Damn, she was good with that little tongue of hers. He
wasn’t going to last very long, which was a shock
considering the woman between his legs had pretty much wrung him dry the night
before. Talented fingers cupped his balls as she took him deep and he bumped the
back of her throat for a too brief second before she pulled back. A growl rumbled in
his chest.
Fuck holding back, she’d said she wanted a man who
was dominant, now she’s got one. Time for her training
to truly begin.
He reached down, wrapped his fist in Ronnie’s silky hair and shoved his dick down her throat until she gagged. Her
fingers tightened on his sack briefly then she pushed herself closer, gagging
harder.
“No,” he growled roughly. He
pulled her back by her hair and looked down to meet her gaze. “I’m in control. You do nothing but open wide, relax, and swallow when
it’s time.”
Her dark eyes widened, her cheeks flushed and her sharp little nails dug
into his thighs as she looked up at him. Slowly, like a little tease, her jaw dropped and she opened for him.
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ANNABEL JOSEPH
What scene did you enjoy the most when writing your story?
It's actually a tie between their first
sex scene, and all the anxiety and craziness that entails, and the scene at the end of the
novella when they're hashing through their feelings and trying to find their happily
ever after. Both really fun scenes to write, for completely different
reasons.
Is your story part of a series or connected to any of your other
books? No, this is a standalone
work, and kind of a new style and feel for me. I had a lot of fun writing
it!
If your story came with a warning label, what would it
say? Warning: Intense kinky
hotness, and ALL THE FEELS.
Excerpt from LOANED:
“What did you say again?” I looked the woman up
and down. Attractive, nubile, earnest, wholesome, with an impressive mane of
chestnut hair. She wore a thick black collar and nothing else.
“Please Sir, my Master wishes this worthless slave
to offer herself to a stranger for his amusement.”
I stirred my drink. Ice clinked against the glass, barely audible above the
pounding music. “His amusement?” I
asked. “Your Master’s amusement? Or mine?”
She didn’t move and she
didn’t look at me. “For your pleasure, Sir, and his amusement. This
worthless slave—”
“I don’t like worthless slaves,” I said, just to fuck with
her. “I prefer slaves who are worth something.”
She finally met my gaze. Her eyes were large and expressive, but I
couldn’t tell their color in the dim room. Across the
chamber, a whip cracked and a woman shrieked. She’d been bleeding for half an hour now. Fucking Chicago. If it
wasn’t fucked up, they weren’t into it. Although Berlin was worse, much worse.
“How long?” I
asked. “How long do I get to play with your Master’s worthless slave?”
Her arms curved delicately at her sides. She really was lovely. Beautiful.
I dealt in art. I recognized beauty when I saw it.
“My Master didn’t say how long. I suppose it’s up to you,” she
said. “Afterward, I have to tell him all about it, what you did to me and how it
made me feel.”
“Is that so? How kinky and dangerous.
Where’s this Master of yours?”
If my hands weren’t clenched into fists, I would
have put air quotes around the “Master.” The collared slave girl
looked over her shoulder and I knew immediately who her Master was. Lip piercings,
leather pants, goatee, theatrical sneer. He was trying hard to be the kinkiest dude in
the room. The girl in front of me was doing it too, pushing the kinky envelope as
some form of self-identity.
By contrast, I wore a suit and was clean shaven. No piercings. I
couldn’t be bothered with the expected kink uniform. I
wore what I liked, and did what I liked. Hit on women I liked. This was a new thing,
being hit on by someone else’s slave.
Her “Master” was in his mid-twenties,
like her, and I didn’t need the leather pants or
scruffy goatee to tell me the guy was a dick. I only needed to look at the girl in front
of me. She’d started to tremble. I noticed it
because I was staring at her breasts. Ah, those breasts.
What to do now? I wanted to lecture her like the old, wise, unpierced
Dominant I was. I wanted to scold her about sanity and self-preservation. I did neither
of those things.
“Why did you choose me?” I asked
instead.
I knew why she’d chosen me. Everyone else in
this place looked terrifying. Silly, reckless sub, putting herself at risk to titillate her
Master. It didn’t even occur to her that I might
be terrifying too...
Annabel Joseph is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling
BDSM romance author. She writes mainly contemporary romance, although she has
been known to dabble in the medieval and Regency eras. She is recognized for
writing emotionally intense BDSM storylines, and strives to create characters that
seem real–even flawed–so readers are better able to relate to
them.
You can email Annabel at annabeljosephnovels@gmail.com. She loves to hear from her readers.
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Q&A
What scene did you enjoy the most when writing your
story? I loved writing the scene
where Molly's brothers give Jake the horse to chase after her. They want her to stay
close to home. If getting her laid will do it, they're in!
Is your story part of a series or connected to any of your other
books? Boots and Wings is part of
the Ugly Stick Saloon series. You'll revisit characters from other stories in the
series.
If your story came with a warning label, what would it
say? One cowgirl and two fly
boys makes for heat that will leave you fanning yourself and give you wings to fly to
the heavens.
Excerpt from Myla Jackson's - Boots and Wings:
Molly toed off her boots and sat on a boulder at the pool’s edge, dangling her feet in the cool water, watching the ripples spread
out across the surface.
Her brother’s words came back to
her.
What about the Maddox brothers?
That was a question she had posed to herself a dozen times.
She’d been around them for years, hanging out a the Ugly Stick Saloon.
They’d danced together, and partied when the saloon
had special events. Tucker and Jake were brothers, but as different as night and
day.
Tucker was the levelheaded, sweet and considerate man a girl could see
herself marrying. Oh, and he was an excellent kisser, and his slow, steady foreplay
stirred her insides to the point, she’d wanted to strip naked and
push him out of that sweet comfort zone. He’d only gone to second base,
feeling up her breasts before he stepped away and ended the night, saying he wanted
her to be sure about them before they went any further. Yeah, he was sweet, and those
big, rough hands…Wowza.
Now, Jake was the kind of man mamma’s warned their daughters about and daddies stood at the front door with
their shotguns to keep away. He made her core ignite. One of the dates
she’d been on with him had ended abruptly when her brother, Tanner, drove
up behind them at Lookout Point and put the kibosh on a backseat
quickie. Yeah, her brothers had a habit showing up at the wrong
time.
And what killed her was that the dates had been a couple weeks ago.
Neither Jake nor Tucker had called to claim another. And maybe that was a good
thing. At some point, she’d have to choose between the
two of them and she wasn’t so sure she
could.
On the one hand, Jake was the devil of a temptation. On the other
hand…Tucker’s hands made her want to do all
kinds of naughty to get him to shake out of that gentleman mode and make crazy
monkey sex with her.
The thought of the two men made the day warmer to the point Molly
pulled her tank top out of the waistband of her jeans and flapped the hem to stir up a
breeze against her heated skin.
“Oh, what the heck.” She yanked the top over
her head and dropped it beside her on the boulder. The cool, clear water below
beckoned and she shucked the rest of her clothes down to the bathing suit
she’d been born with.
Deliciously naked, she dove into the water, the cool liquid caressing her
hot body, bringing her outer temperature down while her core flamed. Nothing was
better than skinny-dipping unless it was skinny-dipping with a really hot
guy.
CATHRYN FOX
What scene did you enjoy the most when writing your
story? My favourite scene was when the heroine was trying to seduce the hero at the Pin
Up photo shoot. I
love how he turns it around on her, takes control, and lets her know
he’s in to playing games too, just far kinkier ones than she thought he liked
to play.
If your story came with a warning label, what would it
say? Shackles, blindfolds and ropes, oh
my…she’s not in Kansas
anymore.
Is your story part of a series or connected to any of your other
books? Pin Me Up Proper is the second book in my Breaking the Rules
series. My best-selling Novella Hold Me Down Hard is the first, and Tie Me
Down tight and Fire Me Up Fast will be following.
EXCERPT from PIN ME UP PROPER
Janie paced inside her condo, her nerves on complete edge. She pulled
back the curtain for the hundredth time, keeping an eye out for Kaden’s vehicle, even though she had no idea what he drove.
“What is the matter with you?” Maria
asked. “I’ve never seen you like this
before.”
She turned to face her friend and wiped her damp hands on the floral
dress covering her vintage bikini. “I know. It’s because I don’t know what’s really going on. The last thing
Kaden told me after the shoot was to wear my pinup costume tonight, but from the
way he was talking and the things he was saying, I didn’t get the impression that we were doing another shoot.”
“Then what are you doing?”
Janie gave a slow shake of her head. “I don’t know.”
“Well,
let’s think about it.” Maria took a sip of her
soda, then placed it onto the coffee table. “You seduced him, right?” When Janie nodded, Maria
continued with, “And he knows you want him?”
“I’m pretty sure.”
Maria blinked. “Pretty sure?”
Janie gave her a wide-eyed look and a sketchy nod.
Shaking her head, Maria said, “So you came on strong, and then he tells you he
wants to teach you how to properly behave, correct?”
“Yeah.”
She grinned. “Have you ever been spanked,
Janie?”
As Janie thought about that, her heart rose into her
throat. “What are you talking about?” Then her mouth formed a
surprised little “o”. “Do you mean spanking as in,
BDSM?”
Maria casually rolled one shoulder. “My guess is that he likes to be
the aggressor, and he wants to teach his little pinup girl a thing or two about
discipline.” She stretched out on the sofa and tucked her feet under the accent
pillow. “I envy you, because I think he has some very kinky things in store for
your tonight.”
“But you know I like to be the one in
charge.” Janie twisted her hands together and paced around the room.
She’d read her share of romance novels and erotica. She’d even gone as far as to do a little surfing on the internet about it, just
for curiosity sake, of course, but in everything she’d read, one thing stood out. Trust between the participants. The thought
of allowing someone to take control of her, either in or out of the bedroom, frightened
her. Thoughts of her father and brother and their emotional abuse rushed in,
reminding her how scared and vulnerable they’d made her feel. When
she’d left home, she closed herself off and had sworn never to be put in that
position again.
Maria’s face softened, her eyes full of
understanding. As her roommate and best friend for the past three years, Maria would
know what was going on inside Janie’s head. She jumped up from the
sofa and gave Janie a comforting hug. “Come on, I’m sure you don’t have anything to worry about. I just know you’re going to have a fabulous night.”
“I don’t know, Maria…”
“Stop fretting, you’ll give yourself wrinkles.” Her eyes moved over
Janie’s face. “Yup, there’s a new one. It’s a damn ugly, too,” she teased. Despite the
situation, Janie couldn’t help but
smile. “Everything is going to be fine,” Maria assured
her. “Besides, for all I know, maybe he really is planning on taking you back to his place to play video
games.”
Janie gave a slow shake of her head and paced back to the
window. “I don’t think so. I think we all pegged
him wrong.”
“He’s not a nerdy
gamer?”
“I think he’s been flying under the radar
and keeping a low profile.” She thought about the
command in his tone and the way her body had reacted when he’d touched her. Oh yeah, there was definitely something about this guy
that frightened her as much as it intrigued her.
The sound of a vehicle pulling into the driveway caught her attention.
She ran to the hallway mirror to check her lipstick, then gave herself a once-
over. “Do I look okay?” she asked Maria as she
pressed her lips together to smooth her cherry red lipstick.
“You’re gorgeous. Now relax and go
have some fun.”
A moment later, the doorbell rang, and she exhaled slowly to get herself
under control before she opened it. Maria pulled back the curtain to get a glimpse of
him on their stoop as Janie made her way into the foyer.
“Kaden,” she said when she pulled
the door open and found him standing there, looking so damn sexy in his jeans and
button down dress shirt that it took two locked knees to keep herself upright. Most
times, his hair fell into his face, but tonight, with it slicked back, it gave her an
unobstructed view of his features. She took in the hard angles of his jaw and the
intensity in his steel gray eyes.
“Janie,” he said, his tone deeper
than she remembered it.
“Let me just grab my
purse,” she said, hoping her voice didn’t sound as shaky as she felt. She
darted into the living room, to where Maria was standing, her mouth hanging
open.
“Holy shit, Janie,” she
whispered. “He’s fucking hot. Hotter than any
guy you’ve ever been out with.”
“I know.”
“Now I really am jealous.”
A nervous, yet excited giggle climbed into Janie’s throat, and she pressed her fingers to her lips to hush her
friend. “Shhh…”
“I’m waiting up,” Maria
said. “I want to hear all the details.”
Janie hurried back to the front foyer where Kaden stood waiting for her.
Her hands trembled, and it took all her effort to keep her gaze on his face and off the
bulge his jeans hugged so nicely.
My God he was hot.
His shirt accentuated broad shoulders, tight abdominals, and a body that
had her thighs quivering. But not only was he hot, he looked rugged and dangerous,
more lethal than any MMA fighter.
How did she not see this before?
Cathryn Fox is a USA Today and New York Times bestselling author
who began her writing career with Ellora's Cave. She now has titles with Avon
Red—Harper Collins, NAL—Penguin Group, Spice Brief—Harlequin, and Samhain
Publishing. You can find Cathryn's Books in both e-book and print. Visit her website to learn more about Cathryn and her works.
CANDANCE BLEVINS
What scene did you enjoy the most when writing your
story?
One of the big sex scenes in the middle with all four characters was a lot
of fun to write, but then I also enjoyed letting Bethany spend time alone with each of
her guys. Just as Bethany wouldn't be able to pick her favorite man, I don't think I can
pick a favorite scene, either.
Is your story part of a series or connected to any of your other
books?
Yes, it's 2.5 in the Chattanooga Supernaturals, and 4.5 in Kirsten
O'Shea's Universe. However, all of my paranormal romance books can be read as a
stand-alone, so you'll be fine if you haven't read the other books.
If your story came with a warning label, what would it
say?
Warning: Two werewolves, an intense wereleopard, and a woman who
thinks she's ready to handle three men in bed at once. So much hot kinky goodness,
you may need an extra fan.
Excerpt from ACCEPTABLE RISK:
The rope circled the base of her right breast and she closed her eyes,
unable to watch as Ranger wound it around and around, tighter and
tighter.
“We can all smell how turned on you are.
Don’t hide from us,” Jonathan told her, his
voice bordering on a growl, and full of sexual heat. He would like this, he was a boob
man, after all.
“Not hiding from you, just don’t want to watch you doing it. It’s too
much — seeing and feeling at the same time.”
Ranger tucked the end of the rope through the coils and pulled it even
tighter before he moved to her left breast. Jonathan once again held her breast in place
as Ranger started, and Bethany’s legs spread and her hips
moved in reaction. God, the rope might be uncomfortable and just at the point of
painful, but she was so damned horny she might self-combust.
“She’s being so good, I think she
needs a reward,” Jonathan said as he let go of her breast and moved between her legs to
place soft kisses on her inner thighs with the promise of doing so much more with his
mouth.
Soft rope also circled her wrists, and her arms were bound to the
headboard. She groaned as the rope was wound around her breast again and again,
plumping it up, forcing more blood into it.
When Ranger finished this time, he tucked the rope to keep it tight, and
then looped it behind her neck and back down, securing it to the rope around her right
breast, and Bethany gasped and fought the ropes at her wrists.
“Open your eyes and look at Mac,” Ranger ordered, and her
eyelids flew open at his command. She lifted her head and her gaze met
Mac’s as he sat in the corner, sprawled on a chair with his cock out of his
jeans as he slowly jacked himself off. Bethany could almost see the wolf in his eyes as
he watched, so intent, so focused.
“He’s going to take care of you
when Jonathan and I are finished. He’ll kiss the rope marks away,
caress the whip marks, and then he’ll fuck your brains out. He may
not be a Dom, and may not enjoy delivering pain, but he thoroughly enjoys working
someone over when they’re so exhausted and sore they
don’t want to see another cock for months.”
Mac’s smirk told her he
didn’t disagree with Ranger’s words, and she closed her
eyes again and settled her head on the bed. So many emotions swirled in her head she
couldn’t begin to process them on top of the physical
sensation of the rope around her breasts, Ranger’s fingers pinching and twisting
her nipples, and Jonathan sucking her clit.
Candace Blevins is a southern girl who loves to travel the world. She
lives with her husband of 17 years and their two daughters. When not working or
driving kids all over the place she can be found reading, writing, meditating, or
swimming.
Candace writes BDSM Romance, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance,
and a sinfully hot Motorcycle Club series.
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