The Antonello Brothers Series – Now a boxed set! #SciFi #Romance #BoxedSet #NewRelease @KayelleAllen

Blurb

Snuggle up with the Antonello Brothers. This boxed set contains all five exciting stories in the science fiction romance series, plus links to three bonus books.

♥ A Stolen Heart - This child can steal anything. Including a warrior-pirate's heart...

♥ Bro - He can be invisible, but he can't hide from the truth...

♥ At the Mercy of Her Pleasure - She's addictive. He can't touch her. But what if he kissed her just once...

♥ For Women Only - His secret truth is her people's darkest lie...

♥ Crystal Clear Truth - How can you trust when your own truth is a lie...

Three brothers. One missing mother. Not raised together, none of the brothers knows about the other. That is, until fate brings the youngest into the life of a former warrior-pirate. From the moment Luc decides to intervene and save a frightened child, nothing in his life will ever be the same.

If you like science fiction romance on the sweeter side, have an ache for wounded heroes, and admire heroines who don't wait around to be rescued... The Antonello Brothers series is for you.

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Excerpt – from For Women Only

In this scene from For Women Only, Khyff has received a notereader (a tablet-type device) filled with information about his mother, who died when he was three. More info is available to him, but at what price?

Khyff flung himself back in his chair. Every time he and his brother talked, they ended up arguing. Khyff rubbed his eyes. The pleasant meal they'd started lay almost untouched and any appetite he'd had was gone.

It had taken seconds to read the all too short bio of their mother that his brother was perusing.

Sileenya Antonello had run away from home on Trien at age ten and been arrested for theft at eleven. While still on probation, she'd disappeared at thirteen and been arrested at age fourteen for unlicensed prostitution. When her pregnancy test had come back positive, they'd placed her back on probation. She'd run away again and been fifteen when she'd given birth to Khyff.

Two years later she began living with an armada-enlisted man who transferred to Felidae, taking Sileenya and Khyff with him, but then he abandoned them. Her next boyfriend addicted her to drugs and prostituted her to newly recruited male Kin soldiers eager to spend their first pay to experience sex with a human female. When she became pregnant, he transferred off-planet, leaving them to fend for themselves.

An Elder of the Ruh clan found Sileenya huddled in an alley during a thunderstorm, holding the nearly lifeless Khyff in her arms. A scant month later, the Tzesar of the Kin ordered the halfbreed newborn destroyed, but the elder intervened and sold Senth to slavers to save his life.

Sileenya and Khyff had been cast into the streets.

Days later, she was dead by her own hand and Khyff was a slave. Senth ended up at an orphanage where he was later adopted by Luc Saint-Cyr.

Senth poked at the notereader's buttons. "This thing is encrypted. What if the Empress knows who my father is? Don't I have a right to know that? You have to talk to her. Find out what she wants. Maybe she'll give you the key."

"Destoiya's not going to give me information without demanding a favor. I have nothing left to give that woman. She's already taken way too much."

"Khyff, that's unfair. I need this. You can't ice up and go all mental."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

His brother growled, a predatory cat sound that made the hair on Khyff's neck stand up. He scrambled out of his chair and stepped back from the table.

"That"--Senth pointed a finger at him--"is what I mean. I do anything Kin-like and you freak. Get hold of yourself, Khyff. You're falling apart. The brother I knew two years ago would've done whatever it took to find out who his father was. He would've helped me find mine."

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Release Day! #EroticNoir #DirtyPolitics #99Cents #Giveaway

It’s Monday, and that means back to work... but hopefully I can cheer you up a bit. Today is release day for my erotic suspense novel Exposure. I’ve got an exclusive excerpt for you, plus a giveaway. I’ll gift a copy of the ebook to one person who leaves me a comment.

In any case, I have the book on sale for only 99 cents until the end of March. Cheaper than a cup of coffee!

Blurb

Sex, blood and betrayal: it's all in a day's work.

I strip for the fun of it. Don’t let anyone tell you different. It’s not the money. I could make nearly as much working at the mill and keep my clothes on, but then I’d have to suck up to the bosses. Up on stage, I’m the one in charge, and I like it that way.

Tony Pinelli hired me for a private dance. I was determined to give him his money’s worth. I didn’t expect to be caught in the cross-fire of a double murder. When his widow shows up at my door, I know I’m in way over my head. Now I’m everyone’s target. I can’t trust anyone – not even the police detective who was sweet on me in high school. My only chance at survival is to shift through the lies and expose the truth.

Exclusive Excerpt

[Stella has disguised herself as an elderly woman to attend the funeral of one of the murder victims and search for clues. She’s now home after her sleuthing.]

The shower is heavenly, soothing my aching ankle, washing off the dried sweat, and magically erasing the gray from my hair. It also rinses away my excitement, leaving me languid and lazy. My poor sleep from the night before is catching up with me. I decide to take a nap before dinner.

As I’m about to doze off, though, a stray thought rouses me. The whole world was at Tony’s funeral. It’s hard to know if I had learned anything useful or not. But what about Mr. Clean? Andy, Andy Henderson, Francesca had called him. Who would see him off on his journey to the next world?

I scan today’s paper. Nothing. Yesterday’s Post is still in the parlor, so I go to check it. I can’t find anything in the announcements section, but there is a small paragraph in the obituaries:

Andrew Henderson, of 4123 Beeler Street, Pittsburgh, died of accidental causes on April 27. He left no survivors. Mr. Henderson was cremated privately. Anyone wishing information should contact Ms. Francesca Pinelli...

Accidental causes! And no survivors! Talk about euphemisms.

And Francesca was listed as contact person. Very curious.

I am suddenly more tired than ever. I toss the paper onto the coffee table and head upstairs. A sound stops me, a soft knock that I might not have even heard, if my nerves weren’t on edge.

The door is locked and chained. I peer through the peephole into the dusk, but can’t see anyone. Wrapped in my bathrobe, I stand behind the door, my ears straining, but I don’t hear anything more. Finally, my heart hammering in my chest, I unlock the door. Leaving the chain attached, I gaze out through the narrow opening.

No one. Nothing, except the rain, which is falling steadily now on the cracked sidewalk.

However, there’s something on my stoop. It’s a Macy’s shopping bag. I don’t dare open the door. I fetch the umbrella and use the crook to grab the handle of the bag. I drag it inside the house and relock the door.

If it were a box, I wouldn’t open it. Not likely that somebody would try to bomb me, but the way things have been going, I’m not about to take chances. However, I can look into the bag without actually touching it. I see that there’s something small at the bottom, wrapped in multi-colored tissue paper.

Could it be from Jimmy? But no, Jimmy would deliver a gift himself. He wouldn’t want to miss the opportunity to see me.

I reach a tentative hand into the bag and pull out the contents. It’s very light. The tissues are girlish pastel shades, aqua and pink and purple.

I unwind them to find a naked Barbie doll. Her lips and the tips of her unnaturally large breasts have been painted scarlet. Streaks of red also decorate her thighs. Black circles have been drawn under her eyes. Her limbs are twisted at impossible angles. One leg has been completely snapped off at the knee. One hand is missing three fingers.

A sheet of paper tumbles to the floor. It’s a rough scrawl written in black felt tip pen.

Mind your own business, slut, or you’ll be very sorry.

My body shakes uncontrollably for five minutes. Then my mind takes over again. Obviously, someone saw through my disguise at the funeral.

The question is, who?

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He’d keep Olivia in his arms forever – #BDSMRomance #HistoricalRomance #NewRelease

Greetings! Today is release day for my new historical erotic romance, Power and Persuasion. I already shared a spicy excerpt on Tuesday for our MFRW Steam hop. Today I have another exclusive snippet, less explicit but perhaps more romantic.

I hope you’ll check the book out. I think you’ll like it. Buy links are at the end of the post.

Blurb

She’s his natural enemy – and the only woman who can satisfy his perverse sexual desires.

Billionaire industrialist Andrew MacIntyre commands a vast empire of railroads, mines and mills. Labor activist Olivia Alcott is dedicated to helping the factory workers responsible for Andrew’s wealth. They are natural foes, but with complementary needs: his need to command and hers to surrender.

Excerpt

“I can’t do this, Andrew. I’m sorry.”

Andrew and Olivia paused together atop the mezzanine stairway that led down to the Great Hall. Music filtered up, along with the swell and ebb of conversation. Although it was barely nine p.m., Catherine MacIntyre’s ball was already in full swing. Her guests had arrived earlier than they would have under normal circumstances, eager to survey the competition—and to catch a glimpse of the unorthodox house guest Andrew had invited to participate in the closely scripted rituals of the wealthy. Gossip had spread the news far and wide. Functions at Wavecrest were usually well-attended in any case, but no one wanted to miss tonight’s festivities.

“Of course you can.” He tucked her arm under his and pulled her body closer. The French perfume he’d bought surrounded her with an aura of roses, but underneath, he thought he caught a whiff of her feminine musk. “You look exquisite—the gown is perfection—and you’re far cleverer than any other girl attending. You’ll charm everyone.”

He surveyed his companion with smug approval. With its simple, elegant lines, the peacock-blue silk he’d commissioned suited her to a T. The low-cut neckline left her arms bare and exposed a generous but not improper expanse of fair skin. The fabric clung tightly to her breasts and torso, then flared out over her hips and swept to the floor in a sapphire cascade. Unlike some of the fussy fashions he’d seen, the gown had little ornamentation, aside from the ribbons that hung from the waist, draping the skirt in gleaming loops of satin.

Diamond teardrops swung from her earlobes. A matching diamond on an almost invisible chain nestled in the hollow of her throat and a blue-dyed ostrich feather arched over her upswept, mahogany-brown curls.

Yes, the outfit was worth every penny of the small fortune he’d paid for it. Olivia Alcott was a pearl without price.

Olivia shook her head. “They’ll know the instant they set eyes on me. I’ll die of embarrassment.”

“Nonsense. No one can tell whether you’re wearing undergarments. With your figure, you’ve no need of a corset, and it’s warm enough that your nipples are scarcely visible.” He punctuated his assertion with a tweak that made her gasp.

“Don’t!” She jerked away from him. He held her fast.

“Olivia, did you not agree to be my consort this weekend?”

“Yes—yes, sir…”

“And to obey me without question?”

“And have I not done so?” Her eyes sparkled in her flushed face and he knew she was reviewing the same glorious recollections that had him half hard in his tailored tuxedo trousers.

“Yes, yes, you’ve satisfied me in every way, my lovely slut. Tonight, though, I need you more than ever, here by my side. I must make it clear to my mother and to society at large that I am not in the market for a wife.”

“So I’m to play the role of your mistress, then?” The sharpness in her voice surprised him. He brushed his lips across her ripe ones, savoring her sweet breath.

“What do you care what those hypocrites think of you? You’ll never see them again.”

Olivia did not answer. She peered down the stairs, into the brightly lit hall—the lion’s den. “You’re right,” she answered at last, her voice low and resigned. “It doesn’t matter at all. Let us go.”

Andrew guided her down the carpeted steps, his hand upon her elbow. He’d planned to make an unobtrusive entrance. However, when they appeared in the arched entry, every single person in the room turned to survey the new arrivals.

Couples stood frozen on the dance floor. Wine glasses paused halfway to their owners’ lips. The orchestra continued to play, but the occupants of the room were as motionless as machinery without power.

His mother, in a cluster of gaily clad ladies near the windows, shot a pointed stare in his direction. He executed a gracious bow in her direction. As the musicians brought the current song to an end, he addressed the assembly as a whole.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am delighted to welcome you all to Wavecrest. Please enjoy yourselves—and if I can do anything to make your evening more pleasant, do not hesitate to ask.”

He nodded to the orchestra leader, who struck up a new waltz. As though waking from a dream, the guests resumed their drinking, dancing and conversation.

“Miss Alcott, may I have the pleasure?” He held out his hand to his companion. In the brilliant light of the massive electric chandeliers, Olivia looked more enchanting than ever.

“It would be an honor, sir.”

She was light as a breeze, sure-footed and graceful, following his lead without the slightest misstep. His hand settled on her waist, where he could feel her warm flesh shifting under the silk. Her fingers enlaced with his, she focused on his face as he swept her around the floor. In her eyes he read desire, need and a raw devotion that humbled even him. They were silent as they danced, but their eyes and their bodies spoke volumes.

The waltz ended. Another began, then another. Olivia’s lush form moved in perfect synchrony with his own, dipping and twirling, responding to his slightest cues. Andrew fell into a sort of lustful dream. He wanted the dancing to never end. He’d keep Olivia in his arms forever.

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Like the snake in the garden ... #BDSM #EroticRomance #NewRelease #Giveaway

Happy Friday! It’s release day for my most recent erotic romance, so I hope you’ll help me celebrate.

I’ve got an exclusive excerpt for you. This snippet is PG, but it gives you a hint of things to come. Rest assured that the book as a whole packs plenty of heat. If you enjoy romantic tales of dominance and submission, you’ll love The Understudy.

And I’m giving away a free copy, to one lucky reader who leaves a comment with an email.

Blurb

One look from him and I melt. One word, and I’m on my knees.

When the Berks Hills Summer Playhouse offered me my first real acting job, I never expected to share a stage with theater legend Geoffrey Hart - let alone his bed. Nothing in my education or experience prepared me for the paradoxical pleasures of submission.

Now I’m devoted to my master, for better or worse. According to the rumors, though, Geoff’s heart is taken. Dumped by his long-time sub, he has escaped to the Berkshires to lick his emotional wounds. Geoffrey’s dark games arouse me beyond belief, but I fear I’m just a substitute for the real object of his affections. Am I willing to settle for the role of understudy in this perverse passion play?

Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound. It has been revised, expanded and re-edited for this release.

Exclusive Excerpt

Fiddler on the Roof opened in two days. We should have been in dress rehearsal. The arrival of Geoffrey Hart, however, had thrown the troupe into crisis.

We sat in a circle on the stage, talking things out. Arthur Rosen, the director, had been in the theater for thirty years. He knew how to handle a fractious cast.

“Damn it, Arthur, it’s just not fair! I’ve been rehearsing Tevye for two weeks! My agent has already sent out the press releases!” Jack Clarkson’s usually good-natured features were distorted by anger. “Now you tell me I’ve got to play Fyedka instead, because the all-mighty Geoffrey Hart insists on top billing.”

“Calm down, Jack. You know he’s good for the Playhouse. Our Town has played to half-full houses at best. We announced the cast change two days ago, and we’ve already sold out the next ten performances of Fiddler. That means extra money for all of you.” Arthur ran the troupe as a kind of cooperative. Every staff member, even the stage crew, got a percentage of the take.

“Fiddler has always been popular in the Berkshires,” Jack grumbled. “Can the guy even sing?”

“Like an angel,” Helen assured him. “You should have heard him do Henry Higgins at the Cambridge.”

“I supposed he walks on water, too,” snorted Jack.

“Actually, he’s something of an arrogant bastard.” Adele threw in her two cents as usual. “You wouldn’t believe the way he bossed poor Sarah.”

The hot blood climbed into my cheeks. I didn’t really want to remember what had happened an hour ago. It still felt too raw. “Oh, he’s okay, I think. Just overcompensating for being a big fish in a small pond.”

“Well, nobody invited him into the pond…” Jack continued to gripe, while Arthur worked to soothe his ruffled feathers.

I knew that it would work out. It didn’t really concern me anyway. I don’t have much of a voice so I was just playing one of Tevye’s younger daughters. I was on stage for quite a lot of the play, but had only half a dozen lines.

The doors at the back of the stage were open. The chirp of crickets and the smell of newly cut grass drifted in. I shifted on my metal chair. The smooth cotton of my skirt caressed my bare bottom. The sensation was as exhilarating as it was shocking.

I glanced at my watch. Six thirty. Dinner was at eight on the nights when we didn’t have a show. We’d gather in our corner of the dining room at the inn and officially welcome the newest member of our troupe.

I dreaded the moment when his eyes would snag mine. He’d see that I’d swapped my jeans for a skirt. He’d know I was naked underneath. I couldn’t bear the thought of that nakedness—not the physical fact of my bare ass but fact that I’d obeyed his directive, the tacit admission that I wanted his dominance.

What in the world was I doing? If getting involved with my peers had been risky, surely an entanglement with Geoff Hart was far worse. At the very least, I was risking my professional reputation, never mind my emotional equilibrium.

I couldn’t resist, though. He had drawn back the curtain, letting me glimpse a part of myself that I’d never dreamed existed. Then he had invited me deeper, promising me more revelations.

Like the snake in the garden, he promised me secret knowledge. Like Eve, I couldn’t help but give in to temptation.

 

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Just wanted to be sure... #MFRWSteam #NewRelease #Bisexual #Multicultural

 

Greetings, and welcome to the March MFRW Steam Hop! This monthly event lets authors who write spicy or explicit romance and erotica showcase their work. Each of the links at the end of this post will take you to another lusciously sexy (and often romantic) excerpt.

My Steam Hop post features my brand new release, a boxed set of my Asian Adventures series. I hope you like it!

Blurb

In Asia, the lines blur: between body and spirit, fantasy and reality, male and female, lust and love. Explore the erotic frontiers of the Orient in these arousing and moving tales from an author who has made the East her home.

 

Exclusive Excerpt (from “Singapore Fling”)

They’d reached the center of the park, where the trees grew more densely. “This way,” said Jason, speaking for the first time since they’d started up the hill. He slipped through a gap in a wall of mature bamboo. Ploy was amazed to find herself in a grassy clearing. A concrete wall rose opposite them, completely covered by vines. A tiny waterfall trickled down through the vegetation in one corner, into a moss-lined culvert.

“This is my favorite spot,” he continued. “Tucked away next to the reservoir. Sometimes I come here by myself, to think.”

“It’s beautiful,” Ploy replied. “But why—?”

Jason cut her question short. He grabbed her shoulders, dragged her into an embrace, and glued his mouth to hers, forcing his tongue inside. The shock paralyzed her for an instant. Then her lust roared back, hotter than ever. Tilting her face up, she opened herself to his frenzied kiss, confused but more than ready to meet him halfway.

He clutched her to his chest, holding her tight, as if she’d keep him from drowning. She slid her palms down his back, all hard muscle under his business shirt, until she reached his ass. Gripping his butt cheeks, she pulled him closer. Because of his height, his swollen cock pressed against her belly, halfway between her navel and her pubis. That wasn’t going to work.

She dragged at his shirt, urging him downward. He broke the kiss and sank to his knees, taking her down with him, then rolled onto his back, with her on top. The bulge in his groin slotted into the gap between her thighs. He ground that lovely bulk against her clit. Even through her skirt and her underwear, the friction felt delicious.

“Oh, Jason,” she murmured, her cheek against his chest. His heart was going so fast she could hardly separate the beats. Meanwhile his hands scrabbled at her clothing, trying without success to tug it out of the way.

“Wait! Wait a minute!” Ploy sat up, opening her legs so she could straddle him, his hardness snug against her pussy. She gazed down at him. Behind his geeky glasses, his eyes were unfocused. He panted through parted lips. Already there were grass stains on his white shirt.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked.

With a vigorous nod, he reached up to unbutton her blouse.

She swatted his hand away. “Wait! What if someone comes along the path? What if we’re discovered?” She was pretty sure public sex was illegal in Singapore. Almost everything else was.

“I don’t care,” he answered, his voice breaking with emotion. “I want you, Ploy. I need you. I can’t hold back any longer.”

“What about yesterday?”

“I wanted you yesterday. I had a hard-on the first time I saw you, before I even knew who you were.”

“Then why—?”

“Ploy! Please!”

She grinned down at him. “Okay. Just wanted to be sure...”

 

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Meanwhile I hope you’ll do yourself a favor and visit some of the other steamy sites joining today’s hop!

 

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Got to get you naked! – #MFRWsteam #GayRomance #BDSM #NewRelease

Welcome to the monthly MFRW Steam blog hop! Looking for the hottest romance around? Today’s your lucky day! A slew of authors are sharing erotic snippets, to entice, tease and arouse you.

Today is also release day for my gay erotic romance tale Playing to Score. So of course, my excerpt comes from the new book. Hope you enjoy it. When your heartbeat has returned to normal ;^), use the links at the end of this post to visit the other authors participating in today’s event.

 

With the right opponent, even Scrabble can be foreplay.

Matt was supposed to be just a hot hook-up. Then he turned on the charm and brought out the bondage gear.

Jason Hofstadter comes to the Four States Annual Scrabble Tournament for two reasons: to play for the trophy and to get laid. Every year since his first, he’s managed to score with one of the other guys attending. He figures that he’s hit the jackpot when he spots handsome, bookish Matt Sawyer, who's competing at the Four States for the first time.

Shy and seemingly innocent, Matt turns out to be full of surprises. First he jumps Jason in the rest room at Starbucks. Then he reveals that he's into BDSM and encourages Jason to top him. Finally, despite his lack of experience with tournament play, Matt ends up facing Jason across the board in the semi-final round. When Matt throws the game he should have won, Jason is forced to confront his own feelings: about winning, about casual sex, and about Matt.

Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound under the title Crossed Hearts. It has been revised, expanded and re-edited for this release.

Excerpt (Rated X)

The lift chimed as it reached Jason’s floor. The doors slid open. They tumbled out, hands still tangled in each other’s clothing. The corridor appeared to be empty—hopefully, everyone was down in the ballroom, listening to speeches, watching videos of last year’s highlights. Matt caught Jason again, halfway down the hall, flattening him against some stranger’s door and claiming his mouth.

“Wait—Matt, hold on, just a second…” Matt stole his breath. Jason couldn’t talk, couldn’t think. He was ready to explode. He struggled out from underneath the younger man’s weight and half-dragged Matt down to his room at the end of the hall.

He fumbled for his wallet in the pocket of his tight jeans, every motion transmitted to his aching dick. He managed to extract the key card, while Matt circled Jason’s waist from behind and rubbed his cock up and down Jason’s crack. Jason’s hand trembled as he tried to slide the card into the slot. The light remained red. “Matt, please! I can’t do this…” Matt reached down between Jason’s legs, stroking then squeezing. “Damn it, Matt!” Jason protested, weak from the pleasure that shimmered through him.

Finally, the LED turned green. Jason wrenched himself from Matt’s grasp and pushed the handle. The door swung inward. The two men fell into the room and collapsed onto the bed.

“Got—to get you—naked,” Matt panted, tearing at Jason’s clothing. In an instant, Jason’s fly was open and his cock was blissfully, ecstatically free. The next instant, wet heat engulfed him as Matt swallowed him whole.

“Oh—baby…” Matt’s mouth was as energetic and muscular as the rest of him. He sucked Jason with a single-minded ferocity that Jason could not resist. He lay on his back, overwhelmed, watching the dark head bob up and down, jerking his hips each time his knob grazed the back of Matt’s throat.

Pleasure coiled tighter in his belly. He dangled on the edge once more, ready to topple over. Matt’s tongue wound around his shaft, circled his bulb, flicked at the sensitive little ridge underneath. The guy was a genius, holding him there on the brink, taking him higher and higher but never letting him go.

The pressure built. The sensations became more intense. He wanted to come, needed to come. “Please,” he begged. “Please, Matt, don’t torture me! Finish me off.”

The boy stopped. It was like stepping from a raging hurricane into the eye of the storm. Jason moaned in frustration.

“You want to come?” Matt was grinning like a fiend. He’d put aside his glasses at some point. His eyes were pools of hot chocolate.

“Of course I want to come.”

“Wouldn’t you rather come in my ass?” Cool as a cucumber, the other man sat up and peeled off his shirt. His nipples were pink raspberries against the creamy skin of his chest. The sight made Jason’s mouth water. Matt stood beside the bed and pushed his pants down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them across the room. His cock reared up, long and meaty, the livid bulb glistening with pre-cum.

Jason’s fingers twitched. His balls ached. He’d never been so hard, so needy.

Matt climbed back onto the quilted bedspread. He knelt with his back to Jason then sank forward onto his elbows, offering Jason his perfect butt.

The pale globes gleamed in the street lights that filtering through the curtains. Matt shifted position, further separating his thighs. His gluteals flexed then relaxed. Jason stared, fascinated, dying to stroke those firm mounds of flesh, to grope and knead them, but somehow not daring to move.

Matt’s dark-furred balls hung between his splayed thighs. His crack was hardly visible, just a shadowy furrow between those swelling buttocks. Jason couldn’t see the whorl of the boy’s hole but he could feel it calling to him.

“Jason?” Matt’s voice woke him from his voyeuristic trance.

“Uh—yeah.”

“What are you waiting for? You’ve got condoms, right? And lube?” Matt looked over his shoulder, grinning as usual.

“Of course.” Jason’s dick slapped against his belly, leaving a wet trail.

“Well, go get them, then. Unless you’ve changed your mind.”

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Out today! Sizzling new BDSM erotic romance! #NewRelease #FemDom #KinkCommunity

 

Check out my latest erotic romance, Mastering Maya. It hits the virtual shelves today, at Amazon, BN, Kobo, Smashwords and most other online bookstores!

How much heat will it take to melt the Ice Queen?

Mistress Maya’s precise discipline and unshakable self-possession are legendary in the Boston kink community. Newcomer Dom Shark is fascinated by her beauty and power from the moment he sees her flogging a sub at Club Inferno. Behind the Ice Queen’s mask of perfect control, he senses a spirit aching to submit. He's determined to break through her defenses and bring her the same release she grants to the lucky slaves she tops.

When Maya dismisses Master Shark as young and inexperienced, he offers her a challenge: a night together, during which he'll show her what it means to be mastered. If he fails to bring her to new heights of bliss, he agrees to become her slave.

Can he make Maya trust him enough to surrender? Or will the flawless, untouchable dominatrix take possession of his body as well as his heart?

Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound. It has been revised, expanded and re-edited for this release.

 

 

Excerpt

“Who the hell is she?”

The crack of the Domme’s single-tail whip punctuated Stephen’s question. Her gleaming black hair swung in time with the steady strokes she layered on her bound victim’s naked back. Dancing around the flogging bench like a ballerina, she brought the leather thong down on the still-unmarked areas of skin with astonishing grace and precision. The brawny blond man stretched lengthwise along the padded trestle jerked each time the whip found its mark. The sub’s gag effectively muffled any vocal reaction, but Stephen had a clear view of his engorged cock poking through the hole in the bench. Pre-cum slicked the shaft. Meanwhile, the blond man’s buttocks clenched around the plug embedded in his anus each time the Domme’s lash struck. Obviously, the sub was enjoying the woman’s expert beating.

It was the woman who held Stephen’s attention, though. Her simple, severe outfit—a white crêpe blouse, narrow navy skirt and broad belt—highlighted her lush curves. The half-buttoned top revealed the shadowed valley between her breasts. As she traveled from one side of the bench to the other, seeking the optimal angle for her next stroke, he noticed the slit in her skirt, facilitating her movements but also offering glimpses of creamy thigh.

His own cock swelled in his tight leather trousers, but not because of her extraordinary body. Stephen—Master Shark, as he was called by others in the lifestyle—had known many beautiful women, in the most intimate of senses. No, her face—her expression—was what transfixed him, making his balls ache and his palms itch to stroke and slap that ripe flesh. She wore a look of utter calm and total concentration, even as she brought the lash down with increasing ferocity. Only her eyes betrayed her excitement. As she applied the whip to the sub’s reddening backside, she did not smile. He saw none of the manic glee he felt when administering a flogging. Her self-control was absolute.

“The Ice Queen,” his friend Tom—Master Thomas—replied to his almost-forgotten question. “Amazing, isn’t she?”

“The Ice Queen? That’s her scene name?”

The woman paused to murmur in the sub’s ear and gently knead his crimson butt. He shook his head, clearly indicating that he wanted more. For the first time, her lovely mouth curved into the ghost of a smile. Stationing herself where the sub could see her, she unfastened her blouse one slow button at a time and slipped it off her shoulders. Now Stephen could see the rise and fall of her breathing—so her exertion had taken some toll, at least—and the dark nipples peeking through her white lace bra. The Domme was aroused after all, despite her impassive demeanor.

Her mini-striptease had the desired effect. The naked yearning in the shackled man’s face made Stephen grin. His own imprisoned erection throbbed, mirroring the sub’s urgency.

“No, no, that’s just her nickname. No one would dare call Maya that to her face. But you can see where it comes from.”

Stephen inclined his head in silent assent, watching as the kinky scene continued to unfold.

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