Sunday, October 16, 2016

Happy Birthday Evernight @Evernightpub

Please join me on Monday October 17 at 9pm EST. I'll be doing a takeover on Facebook to celebrate Evernight's 6th Birthday. The party is already in full swing, so be sure to stop on by and check out all of the amazing authors.

I have been an Evernight author for a little over a year now and am so proud to be published with this awesome company.Stop by for teasers and excerpts from my Evernight projects as well as games and prizes and some scintillating conversation. :)

My Evernight published works 

Alpha Blood (Pack Warriors #1) was my first published work with Evernight and thanks to you, you beautiful wonderful readers, it has won two awards: The 2015 Evernight Readers Choice Award for Best Romance on the Go and the 2016 Readers Choice Awards for Best Erotic Menage from The Romance Reviews. 


Alpha Blood Treat (Pack Warriors #2) is a short bonus story I wrote, featuring more of Gemma, Jordan, and Kane and it’s a FREE READ. 


I was lucky enough to be part of the Dark Captive Anthology, available now for e-readers and coming to print soon. My contribution to the Anthology is THE SHADOW.


What started out as a fun exercise with fellow authors Sarah Marsh and Maia Dylan in our street team, Sinfully More Erotic, turned out to be an entire series that the three of us have loved writing. 

Up next: Maia, Sarah and I are in the middle of writing book 3 in our Beyond The Veil series and I will be working on books 3 and 4 of my Pack Warriors series shortly. Both are plotted out and screaming at me to be written. :)

That's all for now. Thanks so much for stopping by and I hope to see you all at the Evernight Birthday event on Monday night.  

Thursday, October 13, 2016

Guest Bloggers Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse with THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE WILD MAN. @cw1985 @victoriablisse

Please welcome my guest bloggers Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse with THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE WILD MAN.

Out Now! The Billionaire and the Wild Man by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse (@cw1985 @victoriablisse) #romance #erotica


Flynn Gifford is enjoying a simple existence in a rural Derbyshire village when Caroline Rogers crashes into his life, barefoot and panicked.
Their lives could hardly be more different—she owns a successful luxury hotel chain, and he’s a penniless nomad who’s off the grid—yet neither can deny the attraction that burns between them. As Caroline reluctantly starts to open up to him, Flynn finds himself divulging some secrets of his own, secrets he thought he’d take to his grave.
But can a billionaire and a wild man ever make a relationship work, or will their secrets keep them apart?

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I’m busy minding my own business, clearing up litter in a field on the outskirts of Hartington when what can only be described as a crazy woman appears, seemingly from nowhere. She’s all wild-eyed, and her blonde hair looks damp. Her outfit is unremarkable, except for the fact she’s got nothing on her feet. Bright red toenails seem massively out of place in this rural village. She seems out of place. I’m not sure why I think this, but somehow, she just doesn’t appear to belong. So what the hell is she doing here?
Normally, I steer clear of other folk unless it’s absolutely necessary, but this woman looks like she needs help. Serious help. If she’s crossed the road with her feet like that, then they’re going to be scratched to buggery, maybe even cut.
Taking a deep breath, I chuck the empty crisp packet I’ve been holding into my rubbish bag. Then I place it next to the tree I’m standing beside and step out into the woman’s path. I’m used to people not seeing me—or behaving like they haven’t seen me, anyway—so I’m not surprised when she lets out a shriek that could wake the dead and freezes in front of me.
“Hey, hey,” I say gently, holding my hands up placatingly. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to come and see if you were all right. I can’t help but notice you’re not wearing any shoes. You’re not hurt, are you?” The concern in my voice confuses me, but then my brain catches up. If this chick is so desperate to get away that she’s gone without shoes, then something’s wrong. Seriously wrong.
I look around, half-expecting to see an angry husband chasing after her, or maybe even a shopkeeper. She could be a thief. Glancing at her again, I realize that can’t possibly be the case, unless she’s stolen something invisible. All she has are the clothes on her back.
She still hasn’t spoken, so I try again, attempting to make myself appear friendly, welcoming. Not an easy thing when you’re over six feet tall and pretty wide, too. Also, the fact I haven’t had a change of clothes, shave, or a haircut for a while won’t help. I wouldn’t blame her if she ran away, to be honest. I must look a fright, but I haven’t peered into a mirror—or even a window—for a good few days, so I can’t be sure.
“Sweetheart, please answer me. Are you hurt? Is there someone after you?”
She looks around, then back at me. Shakes her head. I’m confused—if there’s no one after her, why did she look behind her?
I crouch down. “Are your feet okay? Cut?”
Finally, I get a verbal reply. “N-no. I mean, yes. They’re okay. Not cut. At least … I don’t think so.”
She lifts each foot in turn, checking the soles. They’re fine. Now she’s answered another of my questions, too. Her accent doesn’t sound local. More like southern England. London, perhaps.
I suppress an involuntary shudder. The thought of London, the big, dirty, smoky city, does not impress me. Horrible bloody place. But at least it explains why the blonde doesn’t appear to fit in. She’s not from around here.

Author Bios:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at:
Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Author and all round Cheeky Wench. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut AlfrescoSmut by the Sea (Vol.1)Smut by the Sea (Vol.2)Smut by the Sea (Vol.3), and Smut in the City Anthologies.
She is the mistress of Smut UK putting on Smut Events, Days & Evenings dedicated to erotica, socializing, fun and prizes. Check out Smut NightsSmut by the Sea: Scarborough, and Smut Manchester for more info.
Born near Manchester, England, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
You can often find Victoria procrastinating on FacebookTwitter and Pinterest.

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Thanks so much for stopping by, Lucy and Victoria.  :)

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

@YesItsNicolaC Guest Blogger today NICOLA M. CAMERON with PALACE OF SCOUNDRELS

Please welcome my guest blogger today NICOLA M. CAMERON with


Hello, and thanks so much for having me on today! Palace of Scoundrels is kind of a surprise baby because the first book in the series, Empress of Storms, was supposed to be a standalone until I started getting asked when the sequel was coming out. I am not one to disappoint readers. I’m describing Palace of Scoundrels as “Game of Thrones, except with less violent death and more snark. The wine drinking is about the same, though.” And I already have an outline for Book Three and two novellas in the same universe – whee!

Fantasy Romance, Erotic Romance, MF
Word Count: 70,000
Heat Level 4
Published by Belaurient Press
ISBN: 978-1-37-031324-2


Spring has sprung in the island kingdom of Hellas, and with it come thoughts of young love and fruitful fields. But with no signs of an occupant for the royal nursery, Queen Danaë is starting to worry about her own fertility. Her concerns aren’t helped by the arrival of the legendarily conniving Dowager Queen Atilia of Illium–or the woman’s handsome grandson Prince Marcus, on the run after being accused of poisoning his older brother.

In the neighboring kingdom of Ypres, Danaë’s royal husband Matthias is dealing with dangerous family politics and a wolfish duke who has kidnapped a young noblewoman for immoral purposes. Or has he? Can Matthias ward off the threat of civil war, outwit his relatives, and deal with a charming rival in his wife’s own palace?


Matthias pulled Danaë into his lap, squeezing her close. She felt his chest rumble in rueful laughter. “Only you could fall into the ocean, be rescued by pirates, and wind up haring off with them on a treasure hunt.”

“Oddly enough, Father said much the same thing,” she admitted. “But it turned into a wonderful adventure. I even got my favorite tiara out of it, the silver one with the large pearl.” She’d also earned the unswerving loyalty of Captain Jason Constantinedes and his crew, who now served as her personal spy network outside of Hellas. After brief consideration she decided not to mention the days she had spent as Jason’s willing lover. It was in the past, and she didn’t want Matthias harboring a grudge against Jason if the captain ever had cause to come to Hellaspont. “They brought me back home with a wealth of knowledge about piracy on the high seas. Which is why I know I don’t want to be a pirate queen.”

“Thank the gods for that,” Matthias muttered, kissing her hair. “You’re rapacious enough as it is.”

She turned so that she could nuzzle under his ear, licking the salty skin there. “I never heard you complain before.”

“I’m not complaining now, little bird, merely observing.”

She hummed, catching his earlobe between her teeth and nibbling on it. “Rapacious,” she whispered after she let it go. “I like the sound of that.” His breath caught as she traced spirals on his skin with the tip of her tongue. She could smell clean sweat, male musk, and something distinctly Matthias underneath it all. “Would you like me to show you how rapacious I can be?” she teased.

“Another night, perhaps,” She heard a promise in his voice. “Tonight, milady, I plan on doing the boarding.”

His arms tightened around her and he got up with a soft grunt, carrying her to the bed and dropping her onto the silk coverlet. She bounced with a giggle and rose up on her elbows, watching avidly as he pulled off his shirt and breeches. Regular riding and sparring matches with his guard had kept him muscled and firm, and she could spend hours running her fingers over the curves and dips of his body, particularly his broad, furred chest. The flickering light from candle and fireplace transformed the hair there into gold and amber sparks, trailing down his carved abdomen before spreading into a darker nest of curls around his rising cock. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the delicious ache that always grew between them when he stripped like this for her.

He cupped himself, squeezing the shaft hard enough to make the sheathed head bulge. “Still want a statue of me?” he asked, with the cheerful arrogance of a man who knew he was desired.

She licked her lips. “More than ever.”

He glanced down at his swelling flesh and grinned. “You can’t scare me, you know. I’ve seen the kind of statuary you have in Hellas. I doubt anyone would bat an eyelash at it.”

“Bat an eyelash, no. Be violently jealous of me, yes.” It was her turn to tease, and she took her time unfastening the brooches that held up her gown. She slid the delicate fabric over one breast, then the other, letting it caress her hardening nipples. The sensation made her shiver. Cupping one breast, she rolled the peak between her fingers, imagining his hot, wet mouth around it. “The question is, what will your future subjects think when they see the statue of me?”

Matthias put a knee on the mattress. The movement made the furred sac between his legs swing a bit, and she reached out to cradle it, enjoying how he shivered at her touch. “The women will weep from envy, and the men will all fall in love with you,” he murmured, his voice rough and needy. “And none of them will ever have you.”

“No, they won’t,” she breathed, letting him push her onto her back. The ache between her hips grew, turning into a slow, sweet throb. “Only you, my love.


Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of "y'all," much to her Chicago family's dismay.

Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn't until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...).

Thanks so much for stopping by, Nicola.  :)

Monday, October 10, 2016

Guest Blogger Mackenzie Williams with The Orchard: Revive Me

Please welcome my guest blogger Mackenzie Williams with The Orchard: Revive Me.

A horrific experience when Zoe was just a teenager has left her emotionally scarred and closed off. Tragically, two people very close to her ended up dead, which is exactly how she feels inside most of the time. There is a permanent gloom in her heart that never completely lifts. However, when she is at The Orchard, it lessens just enough to allow her a bit of peace.
Master Luke is intrigued with the black-haired sub with melancholy eyes. He can see that she carries a great burden. He doesn't completely understand why, but he has a deep need to help wounded subs. This has hurt him before, though. His only claimed sub used him in more ways than one.
Does Master Luke want to risk being taken advantage of again for Zoe? Should Zoe let this tattooed Dom into her injured heart?

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Zoe’s clit pulsated. She wanted to touch herself so badly, but didn’t. She simply stared up at her Master, waiting for his move. She didn’t wait long.
“Master Luke, I think I’m feeling like an old-fashioned spanking. It’s been awhile since I’ve just straight up spanked a sub.”
“Sounds like as good a plan as any.”
Zoe wanted to turn so she would be able to see who Master Luke was looking at, and how, but again, she refrained. In her mind, she imagined that he was looking down at her with a crooked smile. Her heart fluttered a bit. Why did she care if he was looking at her?
Master Ian made his way over to his bed. Zoe stayed put as he sat down. She heard Master Luke move back to his chair. A funny thought popped into her head then. This would make a great porno. A small smile broke free on her lips. “Pet, crawl over here, and then place that cute ass in the right position.”
Zoe didn’t want to wait another second to be touched by the Dom. Even if the touches were punishments. She turned and started to crawl toward him as Master Luke spoke behind her to his own sub. She wondered how good of a view he was getting just then.
“Little one, I need you on my lap again. Laying and face down now.”
Just as Zoe reached her Master’s feet, she turned her head slightly to watch the blonde slave climbing onto Master Luke’s lap. His expression was greedy. Zoe turned back and looked up at her own Dom. His expression was identical.
A shiver ran down her back and she had to stop herself from shaking. Damn, these men are intense. She tried to be graceful as she climbed up onto his lap, but she wasn’t sure she succeeded. Zoe’s limbs were too jelly-like to really look sexy in their movements. She was beyond ready for her orgasm.
“Ah, sweetie. You feel nervous. Don’t worry. You’ll enjoy it as much as I do.” Master Luke’s tone was light as he spoke to Alice.
“Right, and if not, too bad.” Master Ian chuckled just as Zoe came down to rest on his lap.
His black slacks were still open with his cock out. She adjusted herself so his erection was pressed forward a bit. He groaned, and she took the hint, adjusting their bodies again. This time his stiff dick was pressing into her abdomen. It was uncomfortable, but he made no more noises, so she stayed still.
“Gorgeous, sub.” Master Ian rubbed his warm, callused hand over her soft ass.
A quiet moan left Zoe from merely this little bit of skin on skin. Just then, she heard a smack followed closely by a yelp coming from the other side of the room. This only made her hungrier for her Master’s punishment.
Master Ian leaned forward and whispered, “I want you to beg me, pet. Ask me to spank that squirm from your ass.”
Zoe had no problem giving him what he wanted. She needed it. “Master Ian, please.”
“Please, what?” His tone was tense.
“Please, punish me.”
He didn’t answer her with words. A hard swat came down on her ass, and Zoe whimpered. Master Ian hummed in approval as another hard smack came down on her ass. She was concentrating on the burn in her skin when she heard the other sub cry out. It sounded as if Master Luke was being a bit harsher with his spanking. Alice’s noises gave no indication she hated it, though.
Master Ian smacked Zoe’s ass again just as Alice moaned loudly. Zoe turned her attention on the other couple just in time to see Master Luke move on from the spanking. He roughly shoved his fingers into her pussy. Alice’s chest came off her Dom’s lap for a few seconds as she whimpered.
“Holy hell, girl. She’s already coming.” Master Luke looked up at Master Ian, but his gaze soon came down to Zoe.
Master Ian slapped Zoe’s ass one more time, harder than before. Her skin felt like it was on fire as he did another one in rapid succession. Zoe squirmed against her Master’s lap without thinking. Her clit was so sensitive, and begging for any touch.
“Ah, sub. I thought we were exercising that squirm out. I guess you aren’t done, yet.”
Zoe’s eyes flicked up to Master Luke. He had a wicked smile on his face. Just then, two more quick and harsh smacks landed on Zoe’s ass, and she whined loudly. Master Luke’s blue eyes widened as his smile faded a bit. His jaw clenched, and it looked like he was trying to stop himself from standing.
Alice was hanging her head while moaning lightly. She looked sated. Master Luke was still very slowly playing with her pussy, but at this point, it looked like it was more for him than his slave. Zoe’s attention was brought back to her own ass as one more hard spank hit her.
This one was the hardest yet and Zoe lifted herself up off his lap a few inches. She inhaled roughly before letting out a loud moan.
“That’s right, pet. That ass will listen to me.”
She slowly lowered herself back down and clenched her ass cheeks, waiting for the next smack. Instead, it seemed her reward was starting. Master Ian lightly grazed her exposed pussy lips for just a second before plunging two fingers deep into her cunt.
The sensation intensified immediately. The Dom was neither slow, nor gentle, with his finger fucking. Zoe whimpered and felt her orgasm building. Master Ian was a pro, it seemed, because he stopped the in and out of his fingers to focus on her throbbing clit.


Thanks so much for stopping by, Mackenzie. :)

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Guest Blogger Rose Wulf with Lost in Magic @RoseWulfAuthor

Please welcome my guest blogger Rose Wulf with Lost in Magic.

Hello! Thank you for having me today! I'm super excited to share with you my latest release, LOST IN MAGIC (Night Shadows 4)!

Nearly a year after losing her best friends to vampires, Allison Drake knows it’s time for a change. And a nice cruise to the Bahamas sounds like just the ticket. She meets a sexy man on day one and knows it’ll be the vacation of a lifetime. But she’s not prepared for passengers to start disappearing under mysterious circumstances, or the implications that follow.

Mick Darringer is on the cruise not for the destination, but for the distraction. He needs to lay low and he knows the Council would never think to look for an earth witch on a cruise. It wasn’t part of his plan to meet a beautiful woman, but he’s not about to walk away. Ali captivates him from the moment he lays eyes on her.

But it’s not long before they learn that this cruise has problems. Problems in the form of vampires.
I should call Mick. He was bound to start worrying. And it wasn’t like she didn’t want to hear his voice. She was just worried the distance of a phone call would actually make her feel worse. You’re stalling. But calling herself out on her cowardice didn’t seem to be working this time.
Ali nearly jumped out of her skin when someone knocked loudly on her door.
She tightened her arms around herself and looked toward the locked door. Would it be Warner again?
“This isn’t over, Ali,” Warner had said with one hand on the door handle. Whether he’d actually said it as a threat or she’d simply heard it is as one she’d never know. But it’d been nearly half an hour since that conversation and he didn’t strike her as patient.
I wish these doors had peepholes. She didn’t understand why those things weren’t standard. But sitting alone on her bed wasn’t going to chase away whoever was at the door. Just answer it, tell them off, and then call Mick. He was surely waiting. It’d been a few minutes now since the announcement that the impromptu lockdown was over and they were all free to roam about the ship again. There was even the chance, she supposed, that the person at the door was Mick.
That was the thought that finally propelled her to her feet.
Still, her stomach clenched as she slid back the deadbolt. Just a peek. Mick was probably waiting by his phone. Why would he be worried about her?
It was a long moment before Allison realized she was staring into concerned green eyes. Gorgeous, familiar green eyes. She almost felt like crying. Almost.
“Mick?” As if that face could belong to anyone else.
“Ali,” he said on an exhale. There was an echo of fear in that voice. “I was worried.”
Her heart swelled and she opened the door properly, managing a smile. “Come inside,” she said. She didn’t want to be out and about in her hall at the moment.
Mick didn’t need to be asked twice. He stepped in, waited for her to shut the door, and then promptly pulled her by the hips up to his chest. He found her lips hungrily and she moaned as his tongue slipped into her mouth.
Ali curved her arms around his shoulders, letting one hand thread its way into his hair as their tongues danced. There was something in this kiss. Something more than attraction and opportunity. And whatever it was, she liked it. Wanted to lose herself in it.
Which was probably why he released her lips moments later.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice thick and his hands still heavy on her hips. Possessive. Comforting.
Stupid tears threatened her eyes for a moment but she fought them back and rested her head on Mick’s strong shoulder. Lie. Tell him yes.
“What’s wrong, baby?” This question was soft, washing right through her, punctuated by the arms he wrapped around her waist.
She hadn't really wanted to lie to him, anyway.
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About Rose:
            Rose Wulf is a giant romance fangirl. Hot, protective, sometimes even downright barbaric heroes and spitfire heroines are her favorites. Rose has been writing for as long as she can remember, and over the years she’s only grown fonder of it. The bonds between characters have always captivated her, and as an author those are Rose’s favorite things to play with – not always to the relief of her fictional babies!
            Behind the scenes Rose is a quiet personality. She enjoys spending her non-writing time with her German Shepherd, Shadow, her mom, and her friends. Be it a fun game of Cards Against Humanity or a relaxing movie night, Rose believes everything is better with company. As for her own romance, she’s still searching for her hero (and hoping that, when she does find him, he’ll be willing to cook!).

Where you can find Rose:
Website / Blog / Twitter / Facebook / Amazon / Goodreads / Triberr / Instagram

Thanks so much for stopping by, Rose. :)

Monday, September 26, 2016

Guest Blogger Doris O'Connor with ON HER TERMS @mamaD8

Please welcome my guest blogger, the very talented Doris O'Connor with ON HER TERMS.

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my new release On Her Terms. Like the first book in this series, The Job, On Her Terms started as a tease on my blog. This one, to be precise.

I didn’t get to write the story straightaway because other projects intervened, but when Jamie and Nicole decided it was their turn... Well, my fingers flew.

I loved writing their story which brought with it many twists and turns that I certainly didn’t see coming. Let’s just say all is not as it seems, but then it never is with the Premiere Companions. I hope readers will enjoy these two. Hold on for the ride, because sparks fly and yeah... The story might be a tad hot.

What’s that you say? I write a hot story? Shocking I know.


I blame my muse. I’m sweet and innocent really… Stop laughing in that corner!

She’ll be no man’s property…

Faced with the prospect of marriage, to a man she’s never even met, Nicoletta Cabrizi’s temper gets the better of her. How dare her father use her virginity as a bargaining chip to seal a business deal?
 A girl’s first time should be special, and who better to give her an unforgettable night than an experienced Dom provided by Premiere Companions.

A perfect solution…

The reality, however, takes her breath away. The enigmatic Jamie pulls Nicole into a maelstrom of sensation and pleasure, which steals her heart, and soul, and leaves her doubting her previous decisions.

Jamie is beyond furious at this whole, farcical arrangement, especially when Nicoletta turns out be far from the spoiled princess he was expecting to meet. Her open vulnerability and deep need to submit brings out his protective instincts. Come what may, Nicoletta will be his.

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys

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Jamie always enjoyed this process of getting to know what made a woman tick in bed, never more so than when that woman tapped into her submissive streak for the first time. Most needed far more encouragement than his girl had needed. Whether that was simply due to the unusual circumstances they found themselves in or whether she, too, felt the force of their connection, who could say.

From the minute he’d seen her shred the paper napkins, her nervousness pouring off her in waves, she’d thrown his preconceived notions about her out of the window. It wasn’t just the fact that she was ten times more beautiful in person either. Jamie was used to beautiful women, appreciated women in all their forms and guises, but there was something about Nicoletta Cabrizi that had him utterly hooked. Now with her writhing underneath him, her sweet musk in his nostrils and coating his tongue as he licked up the juices spilling past the elastic of the sodden piece of lace barely covering her modesty … now, he stopped analyzing and simply gave himself over to the moment. He knew the moment she was about to explode, because her thighs tightened involuntary around his head, and her hips bucked as she ground her pussy against his face, coming all over it in the process.

The incomprehensible sounds spilling from her mouth made him grin around his mouthful of hugely engorged virgin clit, and Jamie kept up the suckling of that little bundle of nerves, until the last of her aftershocks abated and her thighs went slack. Only then did he sit back and allowed himself to slowly peel her ruined thong away from her moist flesh.

Jamie sucked in a sharp breath as her sweet cunt came into view. Beautifully bare of any hair, it begged to be claimed, and his cock jerked at the thought as her puffed up pussy lips came into view. She jumped when he parted her outer labia with his fingers, and ran his fingertips through her inner lips.

“Easy there, my sweet. You’re so fucking wet for me. I can’t wait to claim your virgin hole. All of them for that matter. Will you let me do that, bellissima?

A groan came from his girl at his words, and her pussy hole quivered and clenched, expelling more of her essence, in which he coated his fingers and brought them right up to her other hole, while he pushed a thumb into her pussy.

A gasp and a tightening of her internal muscles was his answer this time, and when he looked up her body it was beyond satisfying to see the all-over body flush decorating her fair skin. Her unfettered breasts, reddened by his stubble, carried the marks of his teeth, and her nipples stood proudly to attention. Such a glorious, fucking canvas for him to work with.

He swore to himself there and then that he would mark every inch of her skin, so that when she left here in the morning to resume her life as Don Cabrizi’s daughter, she would remember who her Sir was.

Foolish thoughts, perhaps, he had no right to be possessive, after all, but there it was. He wasn’t going to overanalyze this now, just go with his gut and let the chips fall where they may. He’d always known that any dealings with this woman would be dangerous to him, so the urgent need to make her his didn’t really come as a huge surprise to him.

“I asked you a question, my love, I would appreciate an answer.”

Inwardly he grimaced at the endearment he didn’t seem capable of not making. Love had nothing to do with this. It was or should have been a mere business transaction, dammit.

“What? Yes, please … whatever. I’m yours, Sir.”

Her halting, panted reply stopped him from pursuing that thought, and he gently thrust his thumb in and out of her pussy, making her groan while he pushed the index finger of his other hand through the tight ring of muscle guarding her ass.

Those muscles flexed around the digit, and when he bent his head to lick across her clit, Nicoletta groaned deep in her throat.

“There, you are, come for me again, my sweet.”

He kept up the gentle licks around and over her clit while he thrust his digits in and out of both her holes. The heavy odor of sex surrounded them. His balls drew tight, and his cock leaked copious amounts of pre-cum, while the wet sounds his fingers made added an auditory stimuli all of their own.

“I can’t … too much … oh God…”

Her words drifted off into incomprehensible moans and sighs, which were music to his ears.

“Oh yes, you can and you will. Come for your Sir, bellissima.”


To celebrate the release of On Her Terms, The Job (book 1) is just 99 cents for a limited time at Evernight and Amazon.

Perfect time to grab your copy and see how this series started  :-)


About Doris:

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.

Stalk her in these places         
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Thanks so much for stopping by, Doris. :)