Blurb
Three
dominant men will rock her world…
Surrender
might be a wanton Malibu club, but it’s hardly fun and games for
Jacquie. As the owner’s assistant, she’s all work and no play.
That changes when three bad boy rockers scout the lifestyle club as a
provocative idea for their new album.
As
the frontman for Dominant Men, Max is lusciously male and unqualified
alpha, eagerly playing Dom to a willing sub. Backup singer and
lyricist Andy is more laid back. However, his wild, reddish locks
hint at the fire within, which he proves in bed. Entertainment
reporters have dubbed composer Devlin ‘the blond devil’. To him,
vanilla sex is for when you’re too old to make the effort. The more
daring the play, including BDSM, the faster he’s onboard.
Ready
to live, Jacquie offers to be their carnal guide through Surrender,
willingly delivering herself to these sexy beasts for an adventure
like no other.
This
is book two in the Surrender series but can be enjoyed as a
standalone
Publisher’s
Note: This steamy, contemporary, reverse harem romance is intended
for adults only. It contains elements of sensual scenes, power
exchange, and adult language. If any of these offend you, please do
not purchase.
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Excerpt
More,
dammit, more.
The
plea reverberated through Jacquie’s mind, the words too difficult to
vocalize. Three virile males sapped her energy, intent on ravishing
her more thoroughly than romance heroes.
Having
fought for and won her pussy, Andy separated her folds and slipped
two fingers into her slick cunt, his thumb on her erect clit.
Gawd.
Dazzling
pleasure shot from her nub to her stomach, chest, and scalp, warmth
bursting within each, pleasure swirling and gathering. Threatening to
conquer her.
She
couldn’t let it. Coming after one stroke would end the moment
faster than she wanted. Determined to resist and drag this out for
days, she gritted her teeth and squeezed her fists.
Andy
shifted from her side to her front, his hold on her sheath intact,
his fingers burrowing deeper.
Devlin
muttered something beneath his breath that didn’t sound happy.
Paying
no heed, Andy sank to the mattress and pressed his mouth to her clit.
She
gasped, her head sagging to one side, too heavy to keep up.
His
tongue worked miracles on her needy flesh, the tip flicking at an
easy pace against her most sensitive spot, teasing it relentlessly.
Heat
and feelings too delicious to resist surged in increasing waves. She
shuddered.
He
rubbed harder, quicker.
A
shout stalled in her throat. She fought him, demanding conclusion on
her terms not his, needing a distraction to withstand what he did.
Through slitted eyes she concentrated on her audience, the women’s
gowns shimmering, the guys’ pants tented from their erections. Or
so she imagined, their presence too far away for her to catch
details.
Despite
using opera glasses, none could detect her features or the guys’,
the lenses equipped with soft focus filters to provide an
otherworldly quality, enhanced by the dimmed lighting. A dream world
that exposed yet protected her.
An
erotic romance like no other.
Max
captured her mouth and plunged his tongue deep inside, his hair
grazing her cheek, an herbal fragrance scenting his locks. Growling
as a man would when experiencing stark need, he cupped her boobs,
testing their weight, and flicked her nipples.
Their
rigidity hurt in the best possible way.
Devlin
left the bed.
No.
Come back.
He
padded to the sink, rattled something, and shook the mattress on his
return.
Andy’s
mouth remained latched onto her cunt, his tongue lapping then pausing
on her clit. He next worked his fingers in her pussy, mimicking what
his and the others’ cocks would do.
She
battled against the climax he was determined to deliver. Each time he
stroked her nub, her cunt dampened further.
Max
plucked her nipples and squeezed her breasts, his tongue playing with
hers.
Devlin
ran his hand between her butt cheeks, his fingers slick—from lube,
a condom, or both, the items available near the towels.
He
circled her tight ring, not yet touching it. Though he would, she had
no doubt.
Around
and around he stroked then stopped.
Andy
and Max didn’t, pulling her attention back to them.
She
swayed as much as she could and literally rattled her chains, unable
to stand much—
Devlin
eased one finger inside her passage.
She
flinched at his ultimate invasion, a carnal move so decadent and
needed. Her breath stalled.
If
the guys noticed, they didn’t say, each working her as he willed,
giving her no voice or control in the act, Doms to the extreme.
She
raced from one shocking moment to another, sweat dampening her skin,
breathing harsh, head swimming.
Applause
and low whistles broke out, the voyeurs’ responses and comments
transmitted in here for the ultimate experience. However, the
spectators couldn’t hear the lovers in return, the gazebo one of
the few places in the club holding that distinction.
Observed,
shackled, and used relentlessly, she hadn’t a chance to escape.
About
Tina
Tina
is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes
romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional
publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic
Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three
of her erotic novels were
Readers' Choice Award winners. Another three were named finalists in
the EPIC competition. One of her erotic contemporary romances was
chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon reviews.
The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically
for one of her erotic romances. Two of her titles received an Award
of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Another
two won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina
is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before
penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company
in Story Direction.
