He Wanted To Kiss Since The Moment He Saw Her-Her Dom's Secret Past by Suzy Shearer #EroticRomance #BDSM #MF

Heat Rating: Level 3
Word Count: 86,000

Blurb

When Anabelle Rowley, fifty-five, takes a two-week break at an exclusive beach-front villa, she meets a man—but not just any man. Instead, this one ticks every box on her imaginary boyfriend list.

For fifty-two-year-old John Ethan, going on a short vacation to recover from injury and moving to Australia comes rather fast. Imagine his surprise when he meets a woman who arouses his every desire.

Their holiday romance ignites fires in them both and this is something real, something long-lasting. But when Anabelle has to leave suddenly, neither has a way of finding the other again.

Will they ever be able to locate each other? And if they do, then John must reveal a secret, a secret that he fears Anabelle will never understand.

NOTE: This is told in 1st person POV from both the Hero and Heroine.

This is an erotic romance. There are explicit sexual descriptions and explicit language used throughout. It may offend some readers.

STORY EXCERPT:  

Somehow, I’d managed to keep on my feet when the big wave crashed over Anabelle and me. She surfaced, spluttering, and I held out a hand. She let me help her up and I held her hand a little longer than necessary.

“Thank you, John.”

“You’re welcome. That was one big wave.”

“Sure was, but it’s fun.”

She was still grinning and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned toward her and our lips touched.
It was all I’d dreamed of and more. It was electrifying.

Our kiss was soft, tender, and a little unsure until I felt her press toward me. I put a hand behind her head and deepened the kiss. Oh yeah, I could get used to this.

We finally separated and gazed at each other. Her eyes had dilated slightly and her lips parted as she stared into my eyes.

“I couldn’t resist.”

“I … neither could I, John.”

“I’d certainly like to do it again.”

“Then maybe you should.”

We stood there, the waves crashing around us, as I kissed her again. This time I took my time reveling in the taste of her, mixed with the salty water. Her hands pressed against my chest.
When we stopped, I whispered, “I’ve wanted to kiss you since I first saw you reading.”

“You have?”

I nodded and traced her lips. Her eyes seemed to shut of their own accord as my fingers explored her gorgeous, full mouth. When she opened her eyes, I decided I should kiss her again. It was wild.

The surf pounding against us, the sound of the ocean, and Anabelle in my arms. Another big wave hit us and sent us both under. I grabbed her hand as we fought our way back up to the surface.

“Sadly I have to accept that kissing and big waves don’t mix very well.”

She gave another of her lovely carefree laughs.

“I think you’re right. Come on up to my place and I’ll make you a coffee or tea.”

We waded back to shore. Anabelle picked up her towel and I realized mine was further down the beach.

“I’ll just get my towel and then join you.”

She nodded and continued walking back to her villa while I limped down to where I’d tossed my towel, picked it up, and then followed her into her villa. She’d thrown her towel on one of the utdooor chairs and was in the kitchen. I dropped my towel to join hers after drying off and walked to where she was. She turned to face me at my approach and it was all I could do not to grab her and kiss her again. Her face showed a little nervousness and I smiled.

“Coffee or tea?”

“Still an Englishman, it’s tea for me.”

“Do you want to try the Chinese White?”

“I’m sorry, I only drink black tea.”

She gave a giggle. “So do I. Chinese White is black tea, if that makes sense. It’s only the tiny top buds of the bush. Then after they’re picked they are left to dry naturally without any further processing. It’s a very delicate, smooth, and sweet-tasting tea, I love it.”

“In that case, I’d better try it.”

She nodded and set to making two mugs of tea. I sat down on one of the stools at the bench and studied her. I decided then and there that I’d never tire of watching her. She was so gorgeous. Those luscious curves of hers beckoned me non-stop and I thought I’d been semi-erect since I first saw her. She finished and put a mug in front of me, then another alongside it and came to sit on the stool next to me.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

I took a sip of the tea and let it roll around my tongue. The taste surprised me, very light but fruity. Anabelle was right. It was very smooth with no bitter aftertaste that I sometimes got with black tea. She grinned at me and raised her eyebrows.

“It’s lovely. I think I may have to convert.”

“It’s delicious, isn’t it?”

We savored our tea in silence, except for the roar of the waves and the sound of the wind that was getting stronger as it blew through the trees. I wanted to learn all about this lovely woman, but what I actually wanted to do was kiss her again. I noticed her give a shiver.

“Cold?”

“A little.”

I stood and moved behind her, rubbing my hands up and down her arms.

“Maybe you should change into something warmer than this damp suit.”

© Suzy Shearer 2018

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BIO:

Best-selling and Award-winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her book Build A Love was runner-up in the Ménage category in the Easy Chair Bookshop's Fiction competition 2015 and A Hunter's Heart was runner-up in the Series Category. Perfect Three reached #20 on Amazon's Top Paid 100 Bestsellers in the erotic/interracial category while Build A Love was #8 on Amazon's list in the erotic/ménage category.

In 2017 Suzy was nominated for the Best Established Author in the Australian Romance Today Readers’ Choice Award. She made it through all the rounds to reach the finals. She came 8th in that final round against some extremely talented and well-known Australian Romance Authors.

 A Buddhist, Suzy is single and lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney, Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company.  

Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it's important for readers to connect.  When she discovered many romance books seemed to cater for younger readers with their heroines and heroes in the 20s she decided to write about characters who were older but maybe not always wiser.  As she is in her 60s Suzy feels she can relate to her characters desires, fears and hopes and hopes her readers can as well. 

Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn't mean they aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment.  Sexy isn't just for the under 30s. 

When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting - an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. http://sooziiiart.blogspot.com/

      The Club series

The Club: Bound 

The Club 2: Uncollared

The Club 3: Waxed

The Club 4: Displayed 

The Club 5: Submit 

The Club 6: Unmasked

The Hunters series

A Hunter's Heart - Book 1 

A Hunter’s Choice - Book 2

A Hunter’s Challenge - Book 3 

Dark Desires series 

(each book is a standalone)

Whipped Delights

Craving Her Master

Melting Her Dom’s Heart

An Artist’s Kiss

Elephants and Ever-Afters

    Single Titles

Daemons Are Forever

Build a Love

Perfect Three 

Her Dom’s Secret Past

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The Club Series

Vol 1 - The Club (Bound and Uncollared)

Vol 2 – The Club (Waxed and Displayed)

Vol 3 – The Club (Submit and Unmasked)

The Hunters' Series 

A Hunter’s Heart

A Hunter’s Choice

A Hunter’s Challenge

Perfect Three Daemons Are Forever 

Build A Love

The Dark Desire Series

Whipped Delights 

Craving Her Master

Melting Her Dom’s Heart

An Artist’s Kiss

Elephants and Ever-Afters

Dom Of The Dead by Virginia Nelson-She Couldn't Imagine Living Without Him. Maybe She Won't Have Too #BDSM #RomanceNovel

Blurb

After Carson Black’s longtime crush and best friend, Randall Stokes, dies in a motorcycle accident, she openly weeps at his funeral. In the ensuing days and weeks of inconsolable grief, she hears his voice, smells his scent, feels his desires. She must be going mad.

He was afraid to demand what he needed.

Dominant Randall Stokes loves Carson but never expressed it while alive, never daring to dream the sweet girl next door could be the submissive he needed to find satisfaction. But after his death, a much clearer perspective of her needs, wants, and desires emerges.

A ghost of a chance…

Is it too late to have what they’ve both longed for?

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The Firm Hand Of The Law by Loki Renard- The Walls Around Her Heart Begin To Crack as His Care And Attention Make Her Feel Loved #SpankingRomance

Blurb

Lily Brannigan is fed up with running a seedy bar just to make ends meet while trying to ignore the smuggling ring her criminal family runs out of her place of business, but she’s no snitch, and when detective Gareth Knight shows up and starts asking questions, he gets no answers. Cop or not, though, Gareth is strong, handsome, and bossy in a way that makes her melt, and it isn't long before Lily gives in to her body's demands.

Gareth is not a man to be trifled with, and he informs Lily in no uncertain terms that he intends to be around until this case is over. He’ll be making sure she takes care of herself—something Lily hasn’t been doing for years—and when her behavior puts her safety at risk, he has no qualms about taking her over his knee, baring her bottom, and spanking her long and hard.

The walls around Lily’s heart begin to crack as Gareth’s attention and care make her feel loved for the first time in ages. His skilled, dominant love-making leaves her begging for more, but if her bosses realizes she’s bedding a cop her life will be in grave danger. Can she trust Gareth to keep her safe, or is she just a means to an end for him?

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Dark Control by Annabel Joseph- Once She Steps Inside She'll Belong To Him #RomanceNovel #BDSM #Dom #Sub

Not all fantasies are safe, sane, and consensual. Welcome to the world of The Gallery…

Blurb

Juliet meets Fort St. Clair on a miserable, drunken night, and wakes up the next morning cuffed to his guest room bed. Of course, Fort would never take advantage of her. No, the pleasure and pain he wants to inflict on her body must be negotiated in advance, because once Juliet sets foot in his private, exclusive dungeon, she belongs to him. 

BDSM at The Gallery is supposed to be a straightforward arrangement, an affair by the rules, but Juliet and Fort’s growing connection brings unexpected emotions they can’t control. She’s the free spirit who transforms his rigid world, and he’s the Dominant she can finally trust—or can she?

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Buy Link

Amazon- https://www.amazon.com/Dark-Control-Dominance-Book-ebook/dp/B0753GK649

Beg for Mercy by Angelique Voisen-He Will Do Anything To Win Back The Love Of Man He Betrayed #RomanceNovel #MC #Shifters #Vampires

They call him Mercy because he gives none to his enemies...

Blurb

Before becoming a patch in the Hellhounds MC, Mercy was a healer and a lover. Now Mercy’s bent, not broken, a beast living in the skin of the man. Mercy thought he had nothing left to lose, until the past comes back to haunt him. Former lover, thief, and liar, James Carlson is a dead man walking after betraying Mercy years ago. But Mercy knows once he gets a taste of James he won't stop until James is his—to own, protect, and love. 

Too bad James only sees him as a stop on the road. James has crossed some very bad men and needs temporary sanctuary. He’s begging for mercy, but Mercy isn’t sure he has any left to give.

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Excerpt:

“James, are you awake?” Mercy asked. “Stop fucking with me.”

No answer. James moaned again, fingers grasping Mercy’s shirt, pulling him close. Careful of James’s leg, Mercy settled himself more comfortably beside James. He might have bulked up considerably, and James might have lost a lot of weight, but their bodies still fucking molded against each other. A perfect fit.

Eavesdropping hadn’t been Mercy’s intention, but he heard James and Ezra talking through the door separating his room from the clinic. Too much hate existed between them, James had said. Fuck, but James was right. Nothing good would come out of this. After all, Mercy never expected James to ever come back into his life, but Revo made a valid point. He didn’t believe in coincidences, but James didn’t come back to him. James sought escape. Always did, but from what, Mercy never knew. 

James began clawing at him, and Mercy wondered what chased him in his sleep. Without thinking, he grabbed James’s wrists, restraining them. To his surprise, James’s breathing didn’t grow rapid. Calming down, all the tension drained out of James’s body. Mercy didn’t let go until James’s heart returned to its normal rhythm. A different kind of dream plagued James now, judging by the erection poking through the jogging pants Ezra lent him.

“Mercy.” James breathed, eyes still shut.

Startled, Mercy released James’s wrists and narrowed his eyes, wondering if James was wide-awake all this time, toying with him. It didn’t escape him James uttered Mercy, not Derek, not the shell of a man he used to be, foolish and idealistic. James touched him again, the movement curious, fingers slipping under his shirt, tracing his abs, the ragged scar that spanned underneath.

Breathing hard, Mercy let James explore before cutting in. James slipped his hand lower, touching the hem of his jeans. No fucking away a sleeping man could work the button of his jeans. James undid the button, no doubt finding Mercy didn’t bother with underwear. Electricity traveled from James’s fingertips to the slight dusting of hair leading to Mercy’s hardening dick. Smirking, Mercy closed his hand over James’s wrist, sensing the change in his breathing.

“Do you like what you found, little thief?” Mercy asked, as James’s eyes flew open.

“You know I do,” James answered. 

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Buy Links

Evernight Publishing- http://www.evernightpublishing.com/beg-for-mercy-by-angelique-voisen/

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Claimed On The Frontier by Jane Henry-He's Determined To Be As Firm As Necessary To Keep Her Safe #SpankingRomance #BDSM #Cowboy

Blurb

Pearl has fended for herself since she was orphaned at a young age, but on the night she meets Aaron Stanley her life is thrown into chaos. The handsome pioneer and his brothers are headed west to stake their claim on the frontier, and when an unfortunate turn of events leaves Pearl without a roof over her head it is Aaron who comes to her rescue, offering to bring her along provided that she agrees to mind him.

As they begin their journey, Pearl soon discovers that Aaron is a force to be reckoned with. Though he quickly proves more than willing to take her over his knee for a sound spanking when her behavior warrants it, she is drawn to his stern, uncompromising dominance, and when circumstances force them into a hasty marriage she is happy to promise him her obedience.

Despite her headstrong nature, Pearl finds herself submitting willingly to her new husband’s mastery of her body. But even as their passion blossoms into love, Aaron is determined to be as firm as necessary to keep his bride safe in a hard, dangerous land. Can their bond survive the harsh realities of life on the frontier?

Publisher’s Note: Claimed on the Frontier is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt

A finger under my chin, his voice was both stern and gentle when he spoke. “Enough now, little one.”

Little one. Something in me warmed to that, and I swallowed against the lump in my throat. I felt our age difference then. He seemed so much older and wiser, more patient and knowledgeable than I. It seemed that trusting him was the best decision to make. I’d trusted him at the most precarious of moments in the past weeks, and he’d proven himself time and time again. I started as he gently spun me around, and I felt him begin to unfasten the buttons that secured my dress. I closed my eyes. He was my husband, now. It was proper.

The minutes ticked by as he slowly unbuttoned my dress and pulled it over my head, laying it across the foot of the bed. He continued removing my layers of clothing until I stood in front of him wearing naught but my thin chemise, which he lifted and pulled straight over my head. Next came the drawstring to my undergarments. And then I was bare to him.

His thumbs circled my breasts, and I gasped at the sudden sensation that lit my insides to fire. Heat pulsed between my legs and I felt my nipples harden. He smiled softly to himself. He released my breasts and tugged me down so that I sat upon his lap.

“From now on, you’ll do my bidding,” he said, his lips at my ears. “Won’t you?”

His hand gently kneaded my breast. I swallowed and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“And you do know that if you disobey, I’ll punish you. Don’t you?”

I closed my eyes. “Yes, sir. I know, sir.”

His mouth traveled the length of my arm, down my shoulder to my breast. He kissed me again, and his tongue flicked out. I gasped at the sudden sensation. He spoke again in a low whisper.

“But tonight, on the night you vowed yourself to me, I’m feelin’ merciful,” he said. “Tonight we start anew. Tonight, Pearl, you belong to me.”

Each touch of his hand, or whisper from his mouth, sent pleasant sensations through me, even as I trembled with anticipation and apprehension. His hand smoothed my skin, over and over again.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured. “And you’re mine. But if you’re mine, you will mind me. Won’t you, little one?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

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Buy Link- 

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Burning Pleasure By Tonya Ramagos-Their Dominance Varies But Their Desire For Tamara Is One In The Same #BDSM #Erotic #Romance #MFMM #Cowboys

Blurb

When state arson investigator Tamara Royce is summoned to Pleasure, Tennessee by one well-placed phone call from the Barlow brothers, she knows her mind, body, and heart are in trouble. She’s resisted the brothers’ advances for too long. Two things kept her from submitting to her deepest, darkest desires. She refuses to choose as adamantly as Darryl refuses to share her with Seth and Colt. She’s also afraid Seth will attempt to control her entire world. But, when she faces off with them as she works to catch an arsonist, she quickly learns there’s no amount of inner strength that will save her from their beds.

Seth, Colt, and Darryl Barlow’s dominance varies, but their desire for the super-sexy and, so far, unattainable Tamara is one in the same. They’re willing to make compromises within themselves in their quest to claim her, but will that be enough or will the burning pleasure they give her leave their heart in ashes?

[Siren Menage Everlasting: Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, figging, sex toys, HEA]

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 Adult Excerpt:

“You didn’t think I was going to let you take care of our woman all by yourself, did you?”

Colt’s question was obviously meant for Darryl. Tamara saw a dart of irritation shoot through Darryl’s eyes, but then acceptance followed as his attention returned to her. He brought one of her hands to his mouth, brushed a kiss over her knuckles, and then released them both as he reached for a bar of soap and a washcloth.

“I can wash myself, Darryl. Really. You don’t have to—”

Colt nuzzled his lips against his ear. “When we want you to wash yourself, we’ll tell you. If we want to carry you into the house, we’ll do it. Stop arguing and let us take care of you.”

Tamara stopped arguing and allowed herself the pleasure of being pampered. So this was what it felt like to be loved. She’d never known the sensation, never thought it could feel like this.

Darryl washed her front, lathering her flesh with soap, and lingered on her breasts long enough to have her writhing.

“This is the first time I’ve ever give a worm a bath,” he commented as he continued on to wash her abdomen and belly.

Colt chuckled. “Give me the cloth. I’ll take care of her sexy backside.”

“In a minute,” Darryl told him as he slipped the cloth between her legs. “I’m not done yet.”

Tamara feared by the time he deemed her front thoroughly washed she’d be out of her mind. She was damn near close to it when he finally straightened in front of her, after making sure to wash her all to way to her feet, and handed Colt the washcloth.

She didn’t fare any better under Colt’s gentle perusal of her flesh. He cleaned her back, taking a great deal of time to alternate the cloth and a hand on her butt cheeks. Then his hands framed her hips, and she felt him start to kneel, bringing her down with him.

“Now to rinse you off,” he said as he settled her to sit on his lap in the bottom of the tub and proceeded to splash the water over her, washing away the suds.

Darryl was still standing in front of her, his erect cock jutting out of his body like a come-get-me exclamation point. Colt’s equally hard cock was nuzzled in the crack of her ass. Tamara couldn’t help herself. She wriggled her ass on Colt’s cock and started to reach for Darryl’s. A curt command had her hand freezing in midair.

“Suck him, Tamara. Suck Darryl nice and hard while Colt fucks you.”

Holy fuck! That was Seth who had just given her that command. How could she have forgotten he was in the room?

She had to lean over to see him with Darryl standing in front of her. He hadn’t moved from where he’d been standing when she’d taken off her clothes, although he had turned to face the tub. He was still standing there with his arms folded over his chest and that unreadable look in his eyes.

Those eyes locked with hers, and he repeated the command. “Suck Darryl nice and hard while Colt fucks you.”

“I need a condom,” Colt told him.

Seth reached into a drawer beneath the sink, palmed a foiled wrapper, and sent it sailing through the air straight into Colt’s lifted hand.

Colt ripped it open with his teeth and reached both of his hands between her legs. “Lift up, love, so I can get this on.”

Tamara shifted and lifted her hips, using the floor of the tub for leverage. Her pulse was pounding so loudly in her ears she was only scarcely hearing the words they said to her. Her nipples were throbbing, her clit pulsing in rapid rhythm, and her channel flaming with need. Her mouth was tingling, too, and as her attention locked on Darryl’s cock only slightly above her head, she felt those tingles ignite into a blaze that drew a protesting sound from her lips.

“I can’t get to you.”

He obliged her by bending his knees and leveling his cock with her mouth. Colt’s hands moved to her waist, and he adjusted her body until the head of his cock was grazing her outer folds. Colt gave her enough time to fold her hand around the base of Darryl’s shaft and indulge in a quick taste of the precum beading in the slit of his cockhead before he used his hold on her hips to pull her body down.

He sheathed his cock with her pussy in one fluid motion that drove him all the way inside her channel to the hilt. Her lips clamped over Darryl’s cockhead, more out of response than design, and slid down the length of his shaft.

A gruff moan mixed with a guttural growl and her own muffled cry as the men started to move. Neither of them allowed her an ounce of control. Darryl buried a hand in her hair, fisted the strands, and fucked her mouth with his cock as Colt used his continued hold on her hips to lift her body up, drop it down, and pound his dick in her pussy.

They instantly sent her to the edge of a precipice they created. She could’ve held it off. Maybe. She could’ve thwarted off the impending orgasm. Maybe. She could’ve done it, but Darryl reached down with his free hand, captured a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and pinched. Her eyes flew open, but it wasn’t him she saw. Her gaze had shifted around him and landed on Seth.

The plea that bubbled in her throat, one she couldn’t say with Darryl’s cock lodged in her mouth, must have been clear in her eyes because he said, “Not this time, love. Soon, you’ll know what it feels like to have my hands on you, to have my dick inside you, and to fully be at my command.”

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Passion’s Last Promise by Christie Adams - Hers To Protect, His To Serve - #BDSM #MF #Erotic #Romance

Blurb:

Hers to protect…his to serve…

When a failed kidnap attempt leads to CEO Dr. Simon Northwood acquiring a bodyguard, he isn’t prepared for close protection specialist Ros Edwards, a former captain in the Royal Military Police. Experienced submissive though he is, having a woman stand between him and any further threat is completely untenable.

Assigned to protect the genius behind a project of national importance, Ros unexpectedly encounters the most delicious man she’s met in a long time. As a Domme, she’d love to play with him, but even if he weren’t in need of her professional skills, there’s no way he’s submissive.

A determined man. A stubborn woman. When passion flirts with danger, the last promise is the toughest one of all…

*****

Excerpt:

“Problems, Miss Edwards?”

“Not at all, Dr. Northwood.” She turned towards him and slipped the smartphone back into her jacket pocket. “A minor logistical issue, that’s all. Is there something I can do for you?”

“I was wondering if we were still on schedule to depart for Oxford as planned.” From what he’d heard, Simon had his doubts.

“Of course, sir. As I said, a minor logistical issue.” She paused, fixing him with her coolly assessing gaze. “I was just about to make coffee—would you care to join me?”

He had a conference call in a few minutes, his third of the day, but Simon suddenly found himself more in need of a shot of caffeine, and another opportunity to try to goad her into going Domme on him. He’d been trying all week, and this morning was the closest he’d come yet. He strode over to the desk to call his PA.

“Alicia? Can you let Martin know that he’ll be handling the finance call in ten? Give him my apologies—something’s come up that requires my attention elsewhere. Thanks.”

He replaced the receiver and turned his attention back to his bodyguard. “I don’t mind if I do, Miss Edwards.”

She gave a brief nod in acknowledgment. He watched her disappear into the adjoining kitchen, only to hear seconds later the crash of breaking glass followed by the colourful and creative cursing he was coming to associate with his beautiful bodyguard. Simon headed for the epicentre of the disaster
As if someone had flicked a switch, his nonchalant attitude came to an abrupt end. Ros was running her hand under the tap, washing away the blood that was oozing from a cut to her hand. Broken glass littered the worktop and the floor.

Simon’s protective instincts kicked into action, sweeping aside all thoughts of provoking her again. He grabbed the first aid kit from one of the cupboards. “Let me help.”

“It’s all right, I can manage.”

“No—you can’t. What happened?”

To his surprise, she allowed him to take her hand in his. Strong and capable, it was at the same time neat and feminine, with short but immaculately manicured nails. No rings, but as he’d told himself the first time he’d checked, that didn’t necessarily mean anything.

“Kamikaze glassware.” Ros glanced up at the open cupboard. “When I was getting the mugs to make the coffee, I accidentally nudged a couple of tumblers. They decided to take their name seriously and try out for the Olympic gymnastics team. I can tell you now, their technique sucked.”

Simon pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh at the latest glimpse of her taste in humour. She’d caught him unawares like that once or twice before, with a little nugget of dry wit.

“What were you trying to do? Catch them or juggle with them?”

She shot him a dark scowl. At that precise moment, she looked more like the recipient of a sense of humour bypass, then he realised she was more annoyed with herself.

“I was picking up the pieces. Some of the shards started slipping out of my hands and I grabbed at them on instinct. Stupid thing to do. At least it’s not my right hand.”

He quirked a questioning eyebrow.

“Trigger finger.” She waggled the digit at him. “Can’t pull a trigger if I’m bandaged up.”

“Or if you end up slicing through tendons.” Simon’s slightly harsh tone was a reflection of his discomfort at the way she spoke so candidly of using firearms.

“A dustpan and brush might have been safer than trying to pick up the broken glass.” He nodded in the direction of the tall corner cupboard.

For a moment she looked like she was about to argue, but then the change in her expression and a tiny, careless shrug acknowledged the truth of his words. Simon turned his attention to her injuries. There were some superficial cuts but the main one wasn’t as bad as he’d first thought—she’d probably get away without needing any stitches in it. Having confirmed there was no glass in the wound, he pulled on some surgical gloves and ripped open a sachet containing an antiseptic wipe.

She was standing so close now. He tried not to be distracted by the calm rise and fall of her breasts, or the subtle floral scent of her perfume. He tried not to respond to her steady gaze resting squarely on him. He tried not to think of the probable reasons why a former RMP officer never even flinched at the sting of the antiseptic.

Having put a couple of Steri-Strips on the cut, he then made the move that was his downfall. It was the small, insignificant act of glancing up at Ros’ face. She was staring at his hands in rapt fascination, lips slightly parted, almost inviting a kiss.

Carpe diem. The Latin phrase blazed through Simon’s mind like a meteor. She hadn’t responded to provocation, so perhaps a different tactic was called for. He swept aside the memory of the altercation they’d had a few hours earlier, focusing instead on this moment.

Simon pulled off the surgical gloves with a snap. In a club, he’d never dream of doing what he was about to do—it went against everything he’d been trained for, but this was an opportunity he couldn’t afford to miss.

Before Ros could move away from him, he took her uninjured hand in his and raised it to his lips. Before his inner voice could convince him he was making a huge mistake, he pressed a gentle kiss to her palm.

“Dr. Northwood.”

He wasn’t expecting the sound of his name to send a delicious shiver through his body. The formality, though…just as guilty of that as she was, maybe even more so, but he wanted it to end. “Simon.”

Desire would be held back no longer—he claimed the sweetness of her mouth, and prepared to take his punishment for crashing through her boundaries…

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Author Bio:

After winning an erotic short story competition, Christie Adams waited over twenty years to follow it up with her first full-length erotic romance. The second publisher she approached picked it up, and after a brief spell with them, she moved into the exciting world of indie publishing.

When she was asked about how she got into writing, Christie realised she’s been putting pen to paper—or fingers to keyboard—for longer than she thought. It all started in her teens, with stories featuring characters from her favourite TV shows—usually action dramas—but in her imagination, those characters were given a romantic life to go with the all-action one their audiences saw.

From there, she progressed to romantic novels featuring characters of her own invention, but success eluded her until she spotted the erotic short story competition in a magazine.

Christie lives in north-west England. When not at the day job, she can usually be found wrestling with the characters in her latest novel. Occasionally she finds time for sleep, and maintains her social skills through, among other things, regular attendance at a pub quiz, which forces her to think about other things besides plots and characterisation.

Introducing The Doms of Passion Lake- Brand New Erotic BDSM Series by Julie Shelton

Virginia is for lovers.  Passion Lake is for…kinky lovers.  Welcome to Passion Lake, a town owned and operated by a group of ex-Navy SEALs.  A town where they are free to live their kinky lifestyles without fear of interference or censure.

A group of former SEAL teammates get together and buy the derelict, bankrupt town of Porterfield, Virginia, along with thirteen square miles of surrounding land, and turn it into the thriving tourist destination of Passion Lake, Virginia.  Located in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, the town boasts not only the large, deep-water lake from which it derives its name, but also farmland, grazing land, a couple of creeks, scenic trails, and a World War I era airfield.  

The amenities offered include a lodge with cabins, camping, boating, fishing, horseback riding, hiking, a main street featuring both quirky and elegant little shops, and excellent restaurants.  Passion Lake is around 30 miles down the road from Marshall’s Creek, where Jesse Colter, Adam Sinclair, and Sarah Marshall, the heroes and heroine of Loving Sarah, Owning Sarah, and Keeping Sarah live.

Many of the Doms of Passion Lake were minor characters in my three books about Jesse, Adam, and Sarah.  Along with many of my readers, I felt they deserved books of their own.  So, if you’re curious about what happened to Clay “Raven” Nighthorse, Nik “Iceman” Rostov, Jay “Dizzy” Gillespie, Ted “Solo” Solomon and all the other hot hunky former SEALs, you’ll find out in this new series, The Doms of Passion Lake.  The first book in the series is Passion’s Dream.

PASSION’S DREAM – BACK COVER BLURB

When Clay “Raven” Nighthorse is offered a job as bodyguard to a woman being stalked by her vengeful ex, he’s ready to turn it down.  Until he discovers that she is the woman he met on a beach three years ago.  The woman with whom he felt an instant connection.  The woman who has been haunting his dreams ever since.

Leah Stanhope has never forgotten the day she surprised her husband in bed with another woman.  Nor has she forgotten the kindness and compassion of the complete stranger who’d simply held her in his arms and let her cry herself out on a public beach.  She despairs of ever seeing him again until fate brings them together in a conflagration of desire and smoking hot passion.

Can Clay convince Leah to risk her heart?  And when her stalker finds her, will Clay be able to stop him in time? 


PASSION’S DREAM - ADULT EXCERPT


Lifting his hand, he placed his fingertips against her cheek.

She jerked her head away, but otherwise couldn’t move.  It was as if she’d been turned to stone. 

 “Don’t touch me!”  She’d meant it to be an icy command, but instead it came out a choked, frightened whisper.

Ignoring her, he sent his fingers on a journey along the line of her jaw, down the slender column of her neck. He paused at the base of her neck, holding the tip of his index finger over the pulse hammering there, betraying her agitation.  The journey continued down over her collar bones, across the creamy, sloping mound of her breast to the edge of her modest bathing suit top.  When she made no move to stop him, he hooked his forefinger into the stretchy material.  When she still didn’t move, he allowed his fingernail to scrape against her tender flesh as he traced the outline of the fabric down to its lowest point—the point where it stretched across the shadowed valley between her breasts.

“Don’t—” It was a choked whisper.  She closed her eyes, but she made no attempt to remove his hand. 

She was trembling, every clamoring nerve aware of his nearness, the potent sexuality of his hard, male body so close to hers.  ‘I-I’m engaged to be married.”

“Ah, yes.”  His lips twisted.  “The ever-devoted fiance.  Tell me, Leah,” he tugged her toward him, the weight of his hand pulling the stretchy, jersey top outward, threatening to release the rounded fullness of her breasts.  “Tell me about him.  What’s it like making love to an old man?”

She should have pushed him away.  She should have stepped back—anything to put distance between them. Except she wasn’t standing.  She was floating in the water, anchored by her elbow on the pool deck and his finger hooked in her bikini top.  Unable to get away, she stared up at him helplessly, trapped as much by the confusion leaping within her as she was by the sensual spell he seemed to be weaving around her like a web.

Resting his left elbow on the underwater shelf, he released her top and lifted his hand to shape the back of her head, those long, lean fingers threading through the damp silk of her hair.  “Does his touch arouse you?” 

Slowly, sensuously, he pulled her toward him, closing the distance between them, until his firm, mobile mouth was less than an inch from her own, his breath warm against her lips.  “Does he set you on fire?”

The hard contours of his body brushed tantalizingly against the softly rounded curves of her own as the cool water undulated against them.

“Does he kiss you like this?” Clay persisted, dropping a warm, feather-light kiss near one corner of her trembling mouth, “like a father?  Or perhaps like an uncle or older brother, like this,” he pressed his lips first to her cheek, then, tilting her head down, her forehead.

 “Or does he kiss you like a lover?  Like this—”and his mouth closed over hers in a dark, golden storm, his lips expertly parting hers to admit the probing sweetness of his tongue.

Leah stiffened and tried to pull away, but it was too late.  The flame ignited by his touch was all-consuming.  Without volition, her arms went around his neck, her legs circled his waist, ankles locking behind him.  The sheer size of the erection pressing against her sex made her gasp.  Her belly plummeted, sending moisture gushing out of her pussy onto the strip of fabric that was the bottom of her two-piece.  She’d never been so aroused in her life.  Her traitorous body arched toward his, her hips grinding her sex against his cock.  She moaned into his mouth as his arms went tightly around her back, crushing her soft breasts to his hard chest. 

Locked together, they sank beneath the surface of the water.  Instead of panicking and struggling to break free, Leah wound her arms tightly around his neck and held on, trusting in his care of her.

Without breaking the kiss, Clay pushed off the deep end of the pool with a powerful thrust of his muscular legs, gliding swiftly through the water to the center of the pool, where he could stand up.  They broke the surface still locked together, their mouths tearing apart only long enough to drag air into their oxygen-starved lungs before crushing back together, tongues dueling passionately.

Leah loosened her hold on his neck, running her hands wonderingly over his shoulders and back, savoring the power of the muscles flexing beneath his satin-smooth skin, delighting in the heat of his body beneath the cool slickness of the pool water.  In spite of the pervading smell of chlorine, she could still smell his clean, masculine scent.  Losing all reason, she broke off the kiss to bury her face in the side of his neck, where it curved into his shoulder, inhaling that scent deep into her lungs.  Daringly, she put out her tongue and took a tiny lick of his warm, moist skin.  God, he tasted so good!  He felt so good!  She couldn’t stifle the groan that ripped from her throat.  Her hands curved around to the back of his head, her fingers gripping the thick, wet mass of his hair, holding his head still.  She drew a shuddering breath, trying desperately to get herself under control.  This is a mistake!  This is a colossal mistake!

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Book Two of The Doms of Passion Lake series, Passion’s Fury, is about Caleb Rafferty and his brothers, Simon and Ash.  

They are triplets, all pilots, and they own the Passion Lake airfield where they operate a popular Executive Charter business and a helicopter sight-seeing business.  In addition, Caleb is the Sheriff of Passion Lake and Ash is a professional photographer who specializes in fetish photography.  

They are looking for that special “One”, a woman who will take on the challenge of three men and who will thrive under their loving dominance.  

PASSION’S FURY – BACK COVER BLURB

Kylie Ferrell’s nightmare begins when she discovers her boss dead from a bullet to the head.  In less than twenty-four hours, she endures a police interrogation, finds her boyfriend in bed with another woman and her house explodes.

Terrified, she does the only sensible thing.  She runs.  Right through broken glass.

When Simon Rafferty finds her sleeping in her broken-down car by the side of the road near Passion Lake, Virginia, the connection between them is instantaneous and combustible.  He recognizes her as the woman he and his two brothers have been searching for all their lives.  Their lifetime submissive.  And the fact that she’s homeless, injured, and targeted by the mob?  Minor details.

Identical triplets and former spec ops soldiers, Caleb, Simon, and Ash Rafferty are more than capable of handling anything life throws at them.  Including a sweet, sexy, lusciously curvy woman who has sworn off all men and who is clueless about the darkness of their needs and desires.  Clueless…but intrigued.  These dominant alpha males will do whatever it takes to get her into their bed, their hearts, their lives…and their dungeon.

But Kylie has secrets that put them all in deadly danger.  And when that danger catches up with her, Caleb, Simon, and Ash must launch a desperate search to find her before she is ripped from them forever.


PASSION’S FURY – ADULT EXCERPT

Ash carried her into the bathroom and set her down on the toilet.  “Bathroom first,” he said with a wink, pulling her shorts and panties down to her knees before she could utter a word of protest, “followed by hot, naughty, nekkid sex.”

Oh, yeah.  

Quickly squeezing a roll of toothpaste onto her toothbrush, he handed it to her, then left her alone to pee and brush her teeth.  “Ash!” she shouted through a mouth full of toothpaste foam, but it was Caleb who came back through the door.

He took the toothbrush from her and handed her an empty plastic cup.  “Spit.”

He then handed her a cup of water so she could rinse her mouth while he rinsed off the toothbrush in the sink.  When he was done rinsing the plastic cups, Simon joined them carrying a stainless steel bowl and a couple of towels.  Caleb bent down and pulled her shorts and panties the rest of the way off.  When she made a tiny sound, he just leveled a look at her—a scorching, heated, possessive look—and said, “Can’t have hot, naughty, nekkid sex if you’re not nekkid.”

“Good point.”

He pulled the purple knit tee top over her head and quickly divested her of her bra.  Then he lifted her, but instead of carrying her out into the bedroom, he sat her down right in the middle of the long marble counter.  Fortunately Simon had covered the cold marble with one of the towels, so she was spared that particular shock.

She was not, however, spared the shock of seeing him swirling a shaving brush around inside an old-fashioned ceramic moustache cup.  Oh, my God!  They really are going to shave me down there!

Caleb and Ash flanked him.

 “Lean back on your hands, baby,” Ash instructed.  “Normally we’d have you place your feet flat on the counter, but this time we’ll just hold your legs apart instead.”  At Simon’s nod, Ash and Caleb each grabbed a leg beneath her knee and spread them wide open, revealing her entire slit from her clit at the top to her puckered asshole at the bottom, already glistening with feminine juice.  Cold air brushed across her wet skin, sending goose bumps rippling up her spine.

Simon moved to stand between her legs.  “Beautiful,” he murmured, bending at the waist to place his lips against her clit, sucking gently until she threw back her head and released a shuddering moan.  “And delicious.  I could feast on this pussy all day.  But it will be even more beautiful and delicious once I’ve removed all this hair.” 

He loaded the brush with foamy suds and slathered it all over her mound, her labia, even her anus, its tickling touch making her squirm.  Then he picked up a safety razor.  “Okay, darlin’, I need you to hold real still for me.” 

Pulling her skin taut between his thumb and forefinger, he stroked the razor right down the center of her mound, removing a swath of dark, curly hair.  He handed the razor to Caleb, who swished it through the water in the stainless steel bowl before handing it back.

Kylie watched, fascinated, as her pubic hair slowly disappeared, even those few stray hairs down by her anus, leaving nothing but glistening pink skin behind.

“Now that,” Caleb said admiringly, dropping the razor in the bowl of soapy water, “is a pretty sight.”  He and Ash released her legs, but Simon still stood between them, keeping them apart.

“Now for the touch test,” he murmured, bending again and placing his mouth against the top of her mound.  He proceeded to kiss, lick, nibble, and suck every inch of her newly-exposed skin, sending her arousal spiking off the charts.

Her breath was coming in short, sharp pants, her back arching as she succumbed to the pleasure rippling through her.

Simon raised his head, looking up at her through half-lidded eyes dark and glazed with lust.  His face shone with her juices.

 “Perfect,” he said, palming her mound and running his two middle fingers through her sopping slit, gathering her slick syrup.  “You are perfect.  The perfect woman.  The perfect sub.  And you’re all ours.”  On the word “ours” he plunged his fingers into her vagina, forcing a sharp cry from the back of her throat.

Her head threw back and her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward into Caleb’s and Ash’s waiting hands.  As they plumped and kneaded her generous flesh, pinching and twisting and tugging on her nipples, they were also busy dropping gentle kisses on her closed eyes, down the curves of her cheeks, along her jawline.  Then on her lips, first Ash, the Caleb, back and forth between the two of them.

The breath shivered from her lungs.  Pleasure shimmered through her entire body from every contact point as Simon finger-fucked her, suckling and nibbling her clit, building her orgasm until her body seized in an explosion that ripped her apart with pleasure.  Her scream echoed around them as they kept the pleasure going through continual gentle touches and dirty words whispered into her ear.

When her body finally slumped in satiation, Simon backed away, his fingers departing from her cunt with a slurping sound.

 “Okay, darlin’, that’ll have to hold you for a while.”

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Book Three, Passion’s Hope, is about Nik Rostov and Jay Gillespie and their search for their perfect woman.  

They own the Passion Lake Lodge and campgrounds, and The Icehouse Bar, where a local band plays live music every Friday and Saturday night for dancing.  

They find their perfect submissive at Risqué, Jesse, Adam, and Sarah’s new, private BDSM club.


PASSION’S HOPE - BACK COVER BLURB

On the run from an abusive Dom, out-of-work waitress and aspiring singer Charlotte Fielding has sworn off men and she’s sworn off the BDSM lifestyle.  She only stopped by this BDSM Club Open House to stock up on the free food before heading for an audition with a country/rock band.  But when her abuser, a rich and powerful businessman, who also happens to be at the Open House, insults and attacks her publicly, former SEALs Nikolai Rostov and Jay Gillespie come to her rescue and offer to help.  But that would require her to trust the two hunkiest Doms she’s ever met.  And Charlotte’s all out of trust.

But fate has brought these three people together—Nik, the big Russian Daddy Dom, Jay, the switch, and Charlie, the submissive who needs what both of these men have to offer.  Just as they need what she has to offer.  Can she learn to trust them?  Can she risk her heart?  And when her abuser hires a hit man to keep her from testifying against him in court, will Charlie stay and let Nik and Jay risk their lives in order to keep her safe?  Or will she run—and risk destroying the only happiness she has ever known?


PASSION’S HOPE - ADULT EXCERPT

Nik took the tube of lube from Cherie and squirted a generous amount on the first two fingers of his right hand.  He touched the tip of his index finger to Jay’s dark pucker and began rimming the tight little hole, unable to tear his gaze from the lascivious sight as he penetrated up to the first knuckle, then the second, then all the way up to the webbing.  Jay moaned and wriggled his ass, pushing back into Nik’s touch.

Nik’s laugh was wicked.  “So.”  He circled his finger inside Jay’s tight channel.  “I think you like having a finger up your ass, don’t you, boy?  You may answer with words.”

Jay’s response was a guttural groan.  “Yes, Daddy.”

“Well, then, let’s see how you like two fingers up your ass.”  Nik pulled his finger out, then combined it with his middle finger, pushing them both inside Jay’s hot channel.

As Nik’s fingers slid past his prostate, Jay let out a strangled yelp.  His cock jerked and his balls tightened and for one terrifying instant he feared he would come.

Glassy-eyed, Nik watched his fingers disappear into Jay’s hot tunnel.  His cock was so hard the imprint of zipper teeth was going to be permanently branded on his skin.  He loved asses.  Women’s asses.  Especially firm, full, heart-shaped asses red and hot from the impact of his hand.  Jay’s ass was lean.  Masculine.  Muscular, with deep dimples.  Nik had always been fascinated by the way those dimples flexed with each thrust as Jay fucked the subs they’d played with.  Shocking himself, he bent down and placed a kiss in the exact center of each of those sexy indentations.

Oh, my God!  At the touch of Nik’s lips to his skin, Jay let out a whimper.  Christ!  He’d never been sexual with Nik before.  Had never expected to be sexual with Nik, even though lately he’d found himself fantasizing about it more and more.  And it was even more intense than he’d imagined.  Another whimper left his throat as Nik’s fingers slowly withdrew, only to be replaced by something smooth and cold.

“Relax your muscles, boy,” Nik ordered as he pressed the black plug against Jay’s anus, watching the tight muscle stretch around it like a mouth devouring a particularly tasty morsel.  “You know the drill.”

Jay compressed his lips and concentrated on relaxing his ass muscles as the widest part of the plug stretched his sphincter to the point of pain.  His cry was purely involuntary.

“Push out!” Nik ordered.

Sucking in his breath, Jay pushed out.  The burn intensified.  He squeezed his eyes shut and cried out again as his sphincter sucked the plug up into his ass and closed around it, making it wobble as his muscles struggled to adjust to its invasive presence.  Holy fuck!  

Nik stared at the flat end of the plug settling into the crack of Jay’s squirming ass.  He was going to enjoy this spanking.  Probably a whole lot more than Jay was.  Once again he leaned over Jay’s back.  Grabbing him by his hair, he pulled Jay’s head back and growled in his ear. 

 “There will be no warm-up, boy.  You will receive thirty hard swats.  The last ten will include a surprise.  You may cry out if you need to.  Nod your head if you understand.”

Jay moaned.  His nod was a barely perceptible movement of his head.  

Nik’s big hand grabbed the hair on the back of Jay’s head, lifting it up off the padded head rest.  “You want to come, don’t you, boy?  You may answer.”

God help him, he did.  More than he’d ever wanted to come in his entire life!

“Yes, Daddy,” he wailed.

“You are not allowed.  Not until I have given you the last strike, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“If you do, your punishment will double. Clear?”

Jay groaned.  Sixty strokes!  He’d never be able to withstand sixty strokes!  He was going to have to do everything within his power to keep from coming.  Even though he wasn’t at all sure he was going to be able to.

“I asked you a question, boy.  I dislike having to wait.”

Jay managed another jerk of his head.  “Yes, Daddy.  Clear.”

“Do you know why you’re being punished?”

“Yes, Daddy.  For always making you late.”

Nik’s eyes gleamed as he released Jay’s head and straightened back away from him.  Once again he grabbed the cheeks of his ass, squeezing, kneading, pushing them apart to reveal his dark brown hole.  Then, without warning, he delivered a harsh slap to Jay’s right cheek.  The sharp stinging pain forced a cry from Jay’s throat, followed by a moan as heat bloomed across his skin.  A second harsh slap followed to Jay’s left cheek.  Nik took his time, placing each new blow precisely where he wanted it, slightly overlapping the previous blow.  By the time the twentieth blow fell, Jay’s ass was a deep, uniform red.  Nik stood over him, his body sheened with sweat.  He was panting for breath, his left hand resting on Jay’s burning ass, his right hanging at his side.  His palm was stinging from the force of his blows.  Jay’s skin was on fire.  Almost absently Nik began kneading the heat more deeply into Jay’s muscles, sending fire radiating through his entire body.

Jay’s breathing was shallow, his mind floating in a cloudless sky as his body recycled the pain into something that felt strangely like…pleasure.  He’d often heard that was the case, especially when a body was aroused as his was.  But this was the first time he was experiencing it himself.

“God, I love your hot little ass.”  Nik’s growly voice seemed to come from a great distance, even though his mouth was right above Jay’s ear.  “Are you ready for the last ten, boy?”

Jay could only manage a low moan, which made Nik chuckle.  “I thought so.”  As he straightened, he grabbed the flat end of the plug in Jay’s ass and started twisting it around and around, turning Jay’s moan into a warbling cry that became a yell as Nik pulled the plug nearly all the way out.  Then he stepped back and gave Jay a wallop along the crack of his ass.  The heel of his hand shoved the plug all the way back in, his slightly cupped fingertips laid a glancing blow against Jay’s dangling scrotum.

Jay’s head jerked up and back and a yell ripped from his throat as pleasure/pain smashed through him.

Again, Nik twisted the plug and pulled it nearly all the way out, before ramming it back in with another blow. 

 He repeated this seven more times, then straightened with difficulty, pulling the plug out one last time.  “Are you ready to come, boy?”

“Yes, Daddy.”  By now Jay was weeping openly, unable to contain his sobs.

“And what do you say to your Daddy for the gift he is about to give you?”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Nik drew back his hand.  As he let it fly, he yelled, “Come, malchik moy!  Come for your Daddy!”

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Look for Passion’s Hope around mid-March, 2015.

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AND DON’T FORGET THE SERIES THAT STARTED IT ALL – LOVING SARAH, OWNING SARAH, AND KEEPING SARAH.

LOVING SARAH

Eight years ago Jesse Colter fled his small town, leaving behind eighteen-year-old Sarah Marshall, broken-hearted and devastated.  Now a retired Navy SEAL, he’s back and he wants only one thing—Sarah Marshall—preferably bound, naked, and on her knees before him.

She has never forgotten Jesse.  He’s been the object of all her sexual fantasies since she was fifteen, as well as the star of nightly dreams that have become increasingly erotic over the years.  So when he suddenly reappears in her life, she is torn.  Can she trust him not to hurt her, or will he once again break her heart?  Warily, she agrees to let him introduce her to his world—the world of bondage, Domination, and erotic slavery.  When he also introduces her to his best friend, Adam Sinclair, Sarah faces a daunting future of sexual submission to two powerful alpha males.

But Sarah faces an even bigger challenge.  Someone is stalking her.  Is it the old enemy who’s just been released from prison?  Or is it someone else from her past who is determined to destroy any chance she has at happiness?  Can Adam’s and Jesse’s love protect her?  Or will her world explode in a cataclysm of betrayal and violence that will destroy them all?

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OWNING SARAH

It’s been a month since Sarah Marshall was kidnapped and held at knife-point by her ex-fiance.  But Jesse Colter and Adam Sinclair, her two loving Doms, know that there is an even deadlier threat still out there—Ryder Malone.

He blames both Sarah and Jesse for sending him to prison eight years ago for attempted rape, and he’s determined to make them pay.  So, he begins a systematic campaign of terror and intimidation against them.  But the danger he poses doesn’t end there.

Set against the deepening love and commitment between Sarah, Jesse, and Adam, Owning Sarah is more than just a sexy, sensual, BDSM love story.  It is a harrowing race against time for Jesse, Adam, and a team of former SEALs to stop one of the biggest arms-for-drugs deals in U.S. history.  And to rescue Sarah before Malone sells her to a human trafficker and she’s lost to her men forever.

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KEEPING SARAH

Honeymooning in England, Jesse Colter, Adam Sinclair and their beloved wife, Sarah, are heading for their friend Thorne Cahill’s BDSM club for dinner when another car deliberately tries to run them off the road.  Thanks to their own driver’s skills, the other car is destroyed, the two unknown occupants killed.

Through Thorne, they discover that they’re the targets of a “blood feud”, instigated by Konstandin Sokolov, son of Viktor Sokolov, the Albanian mobster who had unwisely kidnapped Sarah a few months back, and paid for it with his life.  They also discover that Thorne’s guests, ruthless human traffickers, have gathered for a slave auction being held the following night.  Konstandin Sokolov happens to be one of the buyers.

Fraught with treachery, betrayal, and deadly danger, Keeping Sarah keeps the reader on a knife’s edge of tension, while simultaneously exploring the deepening emotional commitment between Jesse and Adam.  They already trust each other with their lives.  Now they must learn how to trust each other with their love.

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AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY

Julie Shelton has always loved stories, both reading and writing them, ever since she was old enough to hold a book in her hands.  One of her favorite childhood activities was smuggling books under the covers to read by flashlight after she was supposed to be asleep.

A career as a children’s librarian eventually led to her dream career as a freelance storyteller and puppeteer, a business she operated successfully for twenty-five years.  During that time she created and wrote all the original material for a monthly language arts newsletter full of poems, songs, puppet and flannel-board stories, fingerplays, and other resource material for early childhood educators.  For that endeavor she won the prestigious EDPRESS Award for the best educational newsletter of 1982.  She has also written other resource materials for preschool and early elementary teachers.

Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia.  Now widowed and retired, she once again has time to devote to her two favorite things—reading and writing.  “What’s not to like?” she asks philosophically.  “It’s indoor work and doesn’t require a lot of heavy lifting.”  You can learn more about Julie and her works at the following links.  Visit her website to find out what’s coming up in the Doms of Passion Lake series.

Amazon author page:  http://amzn.to/IEAADL

Website:  http://bit.ly/Nn2gPE

Facebook author page:  http://on.fb.me/19nGsh2

LinkedIn Profile:  http://linkd.in/1gYBG9p

Twitter:  @JulieCShelton