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KINDRED OF ARKADIA 5: FATED HEALING

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 Felix Kilpatrick survived years of hell in a mad Alpha’s cage and has finally made it to the safety of Arkadia. To make things even better, his best friend Sebastian has also found his way to Arkadia and offered to let him live with the Arkadian lion’s pride. He is living it up when he meets his mate. One overly neat, OCD, fastidious doctor.

Dr. Maddox Claybourne is content with his life in Arkadia. He tends to the occasional broken bone or contusion that is commonplace in a shifter only town. He is not prepared for a redheaded mate that wrecks his clinic, ignores his orders, and tries to serve him microwavable pizza!

It will take every ounce of skill between Felix and Claybourne to combat a mysterious illness that threatens to steal away the lives of those most precious in Arkadia. No one is safe when people begin to fall ill. Can Felix and Claybourne discover a cure in time? And when they can’t, can they live with the deaths this virus will leave in its wake?

Story Excerpt

Felix was about to say something to his rude mate when Rebecca popped into the tent.

“Hey, Doc, do you have any human blood?” she asked. Claybourne nodded.

“I’ve been keeping a stock of it since it’s neutral to shifters and vampires,” he said putting the bandage rolls into a neat row.

“Can I have a bag of it?” she asked. He nodded again and pointed to the small portable medical mini fridge. She went over, grabbed a bag, and left. Felix watched the entire thing in gross fascination.

“You didn’t even ask why she needed it,” he said, watching as his mate started organizing the bandages into three rows of four instead of four rows of three.

“It’s Rebecca, sometimes it’s better not to ask,” he said, sounding distracted. Felix walked over and bent his head slightly to stare at his mate’s ass. Feeling slightly mischievous he reached out and grabbed a solid handful of his mate’s round, muscular cheek. Claybourne gave an undignified yelp and turned to face Felix. He was about to say something when Rebecca raced back in.

“Hey, Doc, can a human ingest small, diluted amounts of human blood?” she asked, She gawked at Claybourne’s flushed face before looking over to Felix.

“Yes.” Claybourne’s voice broke and he cleared his throat. “Yes, in small amounts human blood is safe to ingest,” His voice returning to its normal lower octave.

“Yes!” she said as she raced back out. Claybourne watched her leave, and a thoughtful look came over his face.

“Okay I have to admit, I’m intrigued,” he said, facing Felix wearing the first real smile Felix had seen since walking into the tent. Felix could feel his inner animal morph into a tiger. He was reacting to being close to Claybourne.

“Tell me you feel it too,” Felix said quietly. A shocked look appeared on Claybourne’s face.

“Of course I do. All I can think about is getting you on the closest flat surface, but seeing as how you and I are the only medically trained people in town, we cannot disappear on Field Day of all days,” Claybourne said as his breathing became shallower. His eyes shifted from his normal crystalline blue to a light sky blue.

“I thought you were a tiger,” Felix asked, feeling his body respond to his mate’s growing need.

“I am. I’m a white Bengal tiger. My eyes are blue, not the normal orange of a regular Bengal,” Claybourne explained.

“I’m a hybrid,” Felix said He looked down, unsure how his mate would react.

“I think that hybrids are the very best that shifters can be,” Claybourne said. Felix felt tears prick his eyes. Being a hybrid had opened him up to scorn before, and he was relieved that his mate accepted him as he was.

“And of course your genetics and physiology are fascinating,” Claybourne said, turning back to his table. Felix was looking around for something to hit his mate with when David and Daniel came running into the tent, Roman hot on their heels. The twins ducked behind Claybourne, trying to use him as a shield.

“You do know I won’t help you, right?” he said dispassionately.

“Yeah, but if Roman does to us what he is threatening to do, we want you close by,” Daniel quipped. Seconds later an annoyed Gabriel glided into the tent. He stood next to Roman who was glaring at the twins.

“Ah, it’s the sarcastic doctor. You didn’t by chance give Daniel and David blood did you?” Gabriel asked walking up to stand next to Roman who was glaring at the twins.

“Of course not. I gave the blood to Rebecca,” Claybourne said reasonably. Gabriel pinched the bridge of his nose.

“It’s actually not bad,” Rebecca said, licking an ice cream cone as she walked into the tent.

“Wait, is there blood in the ice cream?” Felix asked as he watched Rebecca lick the cold treat. She nodded.

“Yup. I saw that some ice cream parlor out on the west coast has been using animal blood in ice cream. I thought that since this is a shifter town that might not be a good idea, so we used human blood for the vampires. It’s actually pretty good,” she said, looking at her ice cream cone, then she looked at Gabriel. Standing on tiptoe she pushed it onto his lips. He simply stared down at her with an eyebrow raised, the smear of ice cream on his face taking away from his normally regal appearance. Reluctantly he licked his lips and a surprised expression came over his face.

“You two made this?” he asked. The twins nodded.

“I’ll have to call Ms.Brayburn back and apologize for the shock she had when she saw the twins pouring blood from a medical bag into the ice cream machine. She was complaining about wanting her chocolate ice cream to Ashby who then in turn called me since he knew I was here on the vampire panel we created to answer questions from the townspeople. I’ll also have to buy Ashby new equipment for the shop,” Gabriel said, glaring at the twins before reaching for Rebecca’s ice cream cone and taking a bite.

“That way we can keep the equipment you used today at the coven house to make more. This is truly decadent.” Gabriel held the ice cream cone in one hand and with the other offered the crook of his elbow to Rebecca who took it daintily. Rebecca winked at the twins before they both walked out. David and Daniel exhaled loudly.

Adult Excerpt

“I’m going to get you to relax. Leave the mess. The world won’t end, I promise you.” Felix took their plates and put them on the coffee table. Claybourne stared at them. His right eye began to twitch slightly. He turned to Felix.

“The kitchen is dirty.” He rubbed his hands on his pants leg. Felix boldly reached over to cup his mate’s crotch.

“Dirty is good. Want to make me dirty?” Felix asked dropping his voice down to a whisper. He almost did a cartwheel when he saw his mate’s eyes fade to a light blue. His tiger’s eyes were coming out. Claybourne pushed Felix back and crawled over him. Felix had barely a moment to take a breath before Claybourne’s mouth was on his and taking away his sanity. Their tongues dueled and twined around each other. Felix had to pull back, and he reached down and adjusted his jeans which had become painfully tight.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, I don’t want you damaged,” Claybourne said, grinning. Felix nodded and they both scrambled off the couch. Felix raced after Claybourne, grabbing his ass the entire way down the hall. When the cleared the door they both began stripping their clothes. Felix knew that Claybourne must be out of his mind with lust since he was tossing his clothes around the room. Claybourne, naked, turned to him, his prick jutting out from his body already leaking copious amounts of pre-cum down the hard length. Over the years trapped in his captor’s cage Felix had plenty of time to fantasize about his future mate. He had imagined everything from large bulky bears to lean lions, but nothing prepared him for the perfection of his tiger. The man stood nearly a foot over his own five foot five height and every inch of his body was covered in lean, tone muscles. His chest was dusted with dark hair that trailed downward and divided his six pack beautifully. Felix’s mouth began to water. The man had the body of a god. Claybourne walked around the bed to the nightstand, and pulled out a small bottle of lube. Claybourne threw the bottle to him. He caught it easily and waited until his mate was standing in front of him again.

“Can I taste you?” he asked. Claybourne whimpered and nodded.

“You never, ever have to ask that question. Forever and ever amen the answer is yes.” Claybourne grabbed the base of his shaft. Felix gave a sultry smile and began to sway his hips as he stalked forward before dropping to his knees before his mate.

“Good, because I love to suck cock,” Felix admitted before swallowing his mate’s impressive length down. Above his head Felix heard an unintelligible chant of promises and curses. While holding the base of his mate’s cock in one hand he flicked open the bottle of lube with the other and began to work his fingers into his own hole, stretching himself. He groaned at the sensation of having his mate’s cock in his mouth as he played with his own ass. Felix reveled in the taste of his mate. He ran his tongue up and down the soft skin of the long shaft. He loved every line, tracing the thick heavy vein. He swirled his tongue around the spongy head before dipping his tongue into the slit. He hummed his satisfaction. His mate tasted like nectar.

“Please stop, much more and I’ll come,” Claybourne begged, trying to catch his breath.

Felix stood. “It’s a good thing I’m all stretched and ready for you. I don’t think I can wait another second to have this gorgeous cock in my ass.” Felix climbed onto the bed, and made sure he wiggled his ass every chance he got. Claybourne let out a loud rumble and pounced on him.

“Turn over, my mate, I need to see you when I take you,” Claybourne said, his voice deep. Felix shivered when he saw that his mate’s canines were out. Felix rolled over onto his back and pulled his knees to his chest before spreading his legs wide. Claybourne stared down at him.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he whispered.

BEHIND THE SCENES

Q   Do you write full-time or part-time?

I write part time. I have a full time job where I normally put in between 50-60 hours per week at.

Q   Do you have a special time to write or how is your day structured?

I like to write in the early morning when I get off of work. I works overnights on the East coast, so my hours are completely backwards to everyone else.

Q   Do you write every day?

No, some days it’s book planning or outlining. I also try to balance that with time on Facebook chatting with my peeps and web building. Social networking is a huge part of being a writer.

Q   Do you aim for a set amount of words/pages per day?

No, I don’t like to feel like I HAVE to write. If I try to force it, I’m usually unhappy with what I’ve written.

Q   Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just see where an idea takes you?

I do both. I have a rough outline, but when I sit down and start typing sometimes my characters are in the driver’s seat.

Q   How do you think you’ve evolved creatively?

I’m using a wider range of words to describe things. To help with steamy scenes I started an Explicit Word spreadsheet LOL

Q   What was the hardest thing about writing your latest book?

Fated Forgiveness which is being released Nov 7th, was pretty straightforward. But the one after that was hard due to medical terminology. It’s also my tear jerker and emotional roller coaster book. I am warning my readers in advance. Have tissues ready.

Q   What is the easiest thing about writing?

Talking to my characters

Q   How long on average does it take you to write a book?

On average I would say 2-3 weeks

Q   Any tips on how to get through the dreaded writer’s block?

Either I start outlining something new which may trigger needed plot points in the book prior or I skip to the end of the book and write it backwards J

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Fantasy Friday with Olivia Jaymes!

COWBOY COMMAND

Cowboy Justice Association, Book One

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Sometimes you have to die to be born. 

One minute Katie is eating lunch with her sister, the next she barely escapes a car bomb meant to kill her. If that wasn’t enough, someone sets fire to her home and burns it to the ground. Luckily, Federal agents are going to give her a new identity until she can testify against the man who wants her dead. They change her name to Presley, her hair color to brown, and her shorts and sandals to jeans and cowboy boots. She’s not thrilled about being sent to a small town in Montana to hide, but she wants to stay alive. 

Sheriff Seth Reilly is doing a favor for an old Army buddy. He’s promised to watch over a woman whose life is in danger, but he didn’t plan on her being so young and beautiful. He’s tempted, but she’s a bundle of trouble. Seth likes his women calm and sedate. Presley is the kind of woman who would keep him up at night and make him crazy. Too bad he’s starting to enjoy it. 

Passion flares between Seth and Presley, heating up the cold Montana nights. Knowing they only have a short time together, they vow not to fall in love. But when danger finds Presley, Seth will risk everything to keep her safe until she can testify. Will Presley get her old life back or start a new life with Seth instead? 

EXCERPT

Presley was still standing, swaying to the music, her eyes closed, the wine glass dangling from her fingers.  Her body moved sensuously, the burnished curls dancing around her head.  He couldn’t take his eyes away from her mouthwatering curves.  Everything about her was beautiful, sexy.  Her jeans hugged the curve of her ass and the shirt pulled tight over her round breasts.  He knew what she looked like without her clothes.  He shouldn’t be this hot and hard from a tiny woman dancing fully-clothed in the living room, but he was. 

Why this woman, at this time?  It was messy, dangerous, and damn inconvenient but he didn’t care.  At that moment, he would have crawled naked across burning hot coals to get to her. 

Her eyes opened and Presley smiled at him.  She must know what he was thinking.  Heat swept through his veins and his cock swelled in his jeans.  He shifted to relieve the pressure and continued watching his brown-eyed witch gyrating to the music.  She glided over to the iPod and rubbed her thumb over the wheel until a new song blared from the dock speakers.  By the time he realized the song was Joe Cocker’s ‘You Can Leave Your Hat On,’ Presley was already pulling up her shirt in teasing manner, exposing the bare skin of her midriff.

His cock jerked in his pants and his breath became shallow.  Damn woman was doing a strip tease right in front of him.  She shimmied out of her shirt, tossing it in his face, before turning her back and swaying her heart-shaped ass not three feet from him.  He could have reached out and dragged her down on to his lap, caveman style, but he forcibly kept his hands on his thighs.  His palms were covered in sweat and he rubbed them on the denim as his heart accelerated to the beat of the music.

When Presley turned around, her pants were unzipped and she was pushing them down her legs.  She kicked them away with a flourish, her hands over her head, rocking to the beat.  She flashed him a smile and leaned forward so he had an eyeful of her generous cleavage.

Holy fuck, his dick was as hard as a fence post.  He could feel the blood rushing to it, leaving his brain too little to function.  She was only in a bra and a ridiculous pair of panties, hardly more than a scrap of material.  She went to her knees and reached behind her back, shaking her breasts so the bra slid down her arms.

Where the fuck did she learn to do that?

She giggled, her face pink, but his gaze was riveted to her breasts bobbing as she smoothly stood but bent over him so her nipples hovered over his mouth.  He dipped his head and captured one between his lips but she danced away before he could suck on it.  Blood pounded in his head, and he felt a wave of lust he could barely control.  He dug in his pocket for a condom just as she turned her back again and tugged her panties down her thighs.  He stood up with a roar and grabbed her around the waist.  She yelped in surprise and then moaned in pleasure as he pushed two fingers inside her hot cunt.

Seth wrapped his hand around her trapped panties and ripped them from her body, crotch first, the flimsy material giving way easily.  He turned her head so he could capture her lips even as he held her back to his front.  He bent her over the back of an easy chair, her spankable bottom raised up, her toes off the ground, and the wet pink of her pussy peeking out at him.  He smacked her bottom and she moaned in response.

“Yes, Seth.  Yes.”  Her voice was a throaty whisper but the pleasure was in no doubt.  He smacked her bottom a few more times, leaving red handprints behind on the creamy white flesh.  He jerked at his zipper and pushed his jeans and boxers down far enough to roll on the condom.  His fingers were clumsy but the minute he was sheathed he thrust inside of her in one stroke.

“Seth!”  Presley cried out at his possession.  He reached down and found her nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers.  He kissed her spine, then nibbled at it as he fucked her hard and fast from behind, their breathing labored.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”  Presley chanted.  Damn, he loved how she loved sex.  She didn’t act all coy and shy.  She liked it and she let him know he was all man.  She was certainly all woman.  He kept up the blistering pace, slamming into her over and over until the pressure in his lower back and balls was too much to bear.

About Olivia…

I'm a wife, a mother and a writer.  Most days I can be found in front of my laptop, drinking an ice tea, and dreaming about hunky alpha males and the women who love them.  

I also write as Lara Valentine for Siren Publishing.

I love to hear from my readers!  I can be contacted at OliviaJaymes@gmail.com

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ADULT EXCERPT

He handed her the hot beverage, taking a sip of his own as he leaned his hip against the counter.  “Yeah.  Still, it’s a lot of responsibility.  Caring for one person can be difficult enough.”

Summer’s heart broke.  They were no longer talking about Tessa, but about Amber.  She knew it had been hard on him, losing his sister like that, Summer had just never realized how much he struggled.  “You did the best you could.”

“I don’t always feel that way,” he whispered, not able to meet her eye.

She took a step toward him, placing a hand gently on his shoulder.  “What else could you have done?  You loved her, cared for her.  You were amazing.”

He cupped her cheek, smiling sadly.  “But in the end it hadn’t been enough.”

Evan’s words were so simple, and yet they said so much to her.  “Evan.  Is that what you’re worried about?”

His gray eyes shimmered with lust, desire and something else she was afraid to hope for.

“What if I’m not enough for you?  I’m only human.”  His words were no more than a whisper but he didn’t drop his hand.  She moved the last inch that separated them, her thighs brushing against his.  Summer felt breathless this close to her mate.  She lifted her hand and ran her thumb along his full bottom lip.  “Summer.”

Her name, a strangled groan from his lips was the last thing she was aware of before he gripped her waist and spun her around.  Her back was to his chest and she could feel the defined length of his cock along the crease of her arse.  Pressed between him and the counter, Summer could feel every muscle in his rock hard body.  Her pussy grew wet, and all she wanted to do was tell him, to let him know that she was so ready for him.  Licking her lips, she looked over her shoulder, gasping at the predatory gleam in his eyes.  “You’ll always be enough for me, my mate.”

“Christ, I want you so bad, Summer.”  She could hear the raw desire in his hoarse whisper.  “But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m fine, I promise.  Completely healed,” she panted.

He ran his hand along the sides of her breasts and over her hips.  He gripped her tightly and pulled her more fully back against him.  As if her arse against his thick erection was too much for him, he turned her around and lifted her easily onto the counter.   Her dress rode up her thighs and the chill of the tile beneath her arse was a shock to her overheated body.

Evan’s lips slammed down on hers with all the built up passion and desire they both felt.   Summer spread her legs wider to accommodate his larger frame and felt her panties rub along her too swollen pussy lips.  Slowly, he ground his cock into her folds, teasing her until the words for him to fuck her fell from her lips.

“Please, please let me feel you inside of me.”  She didn’t care if she begged for it, didn’t care at this point if she sounded pathetic.  Summer was on the verge of climaxing just from the feel of that jean clad cock pulsing against her body and she needed her mate once and for all.  Evan growled against her mouth, fiercer than any shifter and quickly went for the button of his jeans.  The sound of the button popping free and of the zipper sliding down sent shivers throughout her body.  She leaned back, braced her weight on her hands.

“Summer?”  She could tell he was having second thoughts, could tell he was trying to talk himself out of it.  She wouldn’t have any of that, couldn’t breathe if she didn’t feel his cock buried inside of her.  She may be a virgin, but she knew what she wanted.

She wanted her mate.  She had waited long enough.

Evan had his pants pushed down his hips in the next second.  She felt her eyes widen when she finally got a look at what had been hidden behind his jeans.  His cock was huge, thick and long, the head was flared and bulbous, already wet from his arousal.  She licked her lips and heard him groan.

However, when her eyes slid a little higher and to the right, her breath hitched.  Eyes widening at what she saw, Summer glanced up at the man she had known for years, searching for any sign of deception.  Her confusion mounting when she found none.  Yet the proof was there right in front of her in the shape of a small pentagram, positioned on his right hip.  A mark only found on one species.  And it wasn’t human.

“Evan?” her voice wavered as her mind searched for a possible answer.

His expression still clouded with lust, Evan tilted his head to the side and frowned.  “What is it?  Do you want to stop?”

Her tiger snarled, telling her not to care, overriding all of her senses.  Stopping was the last thing either of them wanted, but she attempted one last time to stay in control.  “That mark, Evan, there on your hip.  Have you always had it?  Do you…”

His eyes flicked to the mark in question, then back up to hers and she could read the confusion in them.  “Summer, do you really want to talk about some weird birthmark I was born with?  Does it make you that uncomfortable?”

“No, but—”

“No buts then, not anymore.”  He took a step toward her and dropped down on his knees to bury his face between her thighs.  The force of his mouth on her pussy, of his lips rubbing along her labia had her leaning back and bracing herself once more on the counter.  The sound of fabric tearing pierced her lust induced brain and she watched as Evan tossed the remnants of her panties to the side.

Summer cried out as he licked and sucked, probed and teased her.  He spread her pussy lips apart with his thumbs and sucked her clit into his mouth.  Summer ground her pussy against his mouth, and he growled in response.

Damn, she loved that sound coming from him.  A sudden spark, almost like an electrical current, zapped her.  What the hell was that?

She threw her head back and cried out in pleasure as her orgasm slammed into her.  He didn’t stop sucking on her and that only made it seem to go on longer.  After letting go of her clit, he licked a path down her slit and speared her pussy with his tongue.  In and out he probed her body with his tongue while he moved his thumb back to her clit and rubbed small, quick circles around the bundle of nerves.  She could feel another intense orgasm approach and felt her whole body tighten in response.

“Come again, honey.  I want to taste you, Summer.  I want your cream down my throat.”  She was shocked at what he said, but those few words sent pleasure through her like a freight train.  The intensity of what was happening had her whole body shaking and she closed her eyes as she let it wash through her.

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Fantasy Friday with Kennedy Layne!

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First and foremost, I love life. I love that I'm a wife, mother, daughter, sister...and a writer.

I am one of the lucky women in this world who gets to do what makes them happy. As long as I have a cup of coffee (maybe two or three) and my laptop, the stories evolve themselves and I try to do them justice. I draw my inspiration from a retired Marine Master Sergeant that swept me off of my feet and has drawn me into a world that fulfills all of my deepest and darkest desires. Erotic romance, military men, intrigue, with a little bit of kinky chili pepper (his recipe), fill my head and there is nothing more satisfying than making the hero and heroine fulfill their destinies.

Thank you for having joined me on their journeys...

CAPTURED INNOCENCE

CSA CASE FILES, BOOK ONE

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When former Marine, Connor Ortega, was ordered into the offices of Crest Security Agency on a Saturday morning, he didn’t expect the latest case to hit so close to home. A submissive has been murdered in a particularly vicious manner and to bring her killer to justice, he must go undercover. Not hard to do considering he’s already part of the BDSM lifestyle.

Lauren Bailey, a local vendor of bejeweled erotic implements, lives vicariously through her clients due to her fear of bondage. When Connor’s dominant side can’t resist trying to ease her anxieties, she accepts his proposal and agrees to his one stipulation…keep things casual.

When the killer sets his sights on Lauren, Connor is forced to rethink their relationship. He has the training it takes to catch a murderer, but does he have the courage to escape his inner demons and capture Lauren’s heart? 

EXCERPT

Lauren felt lightheaded at his command, and for a brief moment believed she’d faint if she followed it. The butterflies flying in her stomach wanted an escape and she was afraid she’d give them one. Slowly, she bent over to where she could grab her ankles. How was it that he hadn’t even touched her, yet she felt as if they’d just had sex for an hour? A light sheen of perspiration had already broken out over her body and her knees felt like jelly. Lauren forced herself to lock her knees in place.

“You have a beautiful body,” Connor said, slowly walking around her. His bare feet came into her line of view and it struck her that they appeared masculine. The thought made her want to giggle, which was so unlike her. She wasn’t that type of woman, yet her emotions were running rampant. “Your crevice is curved with precision, while your rosebud is perfectly centered and lightly dusted with your red hair. The things I will show you will fulfill every dark fantasy you’ve ever had, Red.”

Heat infused her body as wicked images flashed through her mind. Why wasn’t he touching her if he wanted to show her all of these things? Lauren could feel his heat from inches away and her anus throbbed with the need for contact. She’d never been introduced to anal play, mostly due to the fact the men she’d been with were vanilla in nature, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to experience it. Again, why was he not touching her?

“Palms flat on the floor and spread your legs wider,” Connor ordered, not moving from his position. “I want to see how well you shaved your pussy. I warn you now, should it not meet my satisfaction, that will only add to your count.”

She was relatively sure that Connor knew his words would produce her pussy to cream. Lauren felt the moisture seep through her folds as her hands touched the hardwood floor in front of her. Shifting her feet farther apart, her juices slipped past and coated her inner thighs.

“It pleases me to know that my voice alone can make you aroused,” Connor murmured, surprised her when he slid a finger through her lips. Spasms rocked her pussy, but he did nothing more. She heard him hum and knew that he’d tasted her. “Your flavor is unmistakable. I can’t seem to get enough, but right now we have other things to do. I want you to stand, walk over to the bed and situate yourself on the end of the mattress. You are to place your knees on the edge and keep them separated as wide as you can while your shoulders rest against the comforter. Your ass will be up in the air and exposed to me, while your arms are to either side of you.”

Lauren took her time to stand, the lightheaded feeling have never fully gone away. She was having trouble slowing her heart rate and her mouth had gone completely dry. Did he plan to bind her arms to the mattress? Was that even possible? She didn’t have any type of contraption to do that, but then again, she wasn’t sure what the hair ties were to be used for. They felt no different to her than when she wore her watch on her left wrist. He’d placed them on her, so she assumed he had a reason for doing so.

Making her way to the edge of the bed, Lauren tried to see what he’d placed on the chair. Was that her tube of lubricant that she kept in the spare bedroom for work? Zippers tended to get stuck and chains managed to become tangled...KY Jelly was a simple solution. But she knew his intentions would be totally different. She should be focused on what he had planned for the wrist ties, but her anus was pulsing with what he intended for the lube.

“What were my instructions?” Connor asked, his voice in her right ear. The warmth of his breath caused her to tilt her head as shivers rolled through her. “At this rate, we’ll have to toss out counting how many spankings you obtain. Maybe I should integrate them within this scene. It might help you focus on me instead of what is on that chair.”

Lauren wasn’t sure if she should answer or not, considering Connor had spoken after his initial question. Instead, she quickly climbed onto the bed and situated herself the way he required. The vulnerability of the position wasn’t lost on her. She gathered up the comforter in her fists for something to hold on to and wished her mental state had something similar. As it was, she felt as if she were in free-fall.

“I think that is what we shall do, so that after our scene I can hold you and fall asleep peacefully. Knowing how we’ll both be satiated, mentally and physically, can be rather exhausting.” Connor walked over to the chair, but since her cheek was resting on the blanket, she couldn’t see what he’d grabbed. He walked back and continued until he was behind her. She resisted the urge to move her hips. “Have you experienced the pleasure of a butt plug, Red?”

“No,” Lauren whispered. The sound of her voice seemed far away as blood rushed through her ears. She tried to attach his title to the word, but her long pause was evident. It seemed to give him so much power, yet that was what she wanted. “Sir.”

“By the time this scene ends, your words will flow together nicely,” Connor said, his promise ringing through the air. “Now, I’ll ask once again to give you more practice. Have you ever experienced the pleasure of a plug?”

Lauren’s breath caught as she felt his finger brush over her tight ring. In a whoosh of air, her words came rushing out. She’d never been touched there by a man.

“No, Sir, I haven’t.”

“Now, see, wasn’t that easier?” Connor asked. She heard the familiar click of the tube, knowing he’d flicked it open with his thumb.

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SPLENDOR IN SANCTUARY

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 Six lucky women find out that when men fight hard, they love even harder.

Tatum Baldwin has loved Josh and Will McLean since high school. But the feud between the Baldwins and the McLeans means they’re off limits. When the McLean men come back into town, Tatum’s ready to make the move and claim them as her own. But what if her family finds out?

Will and Josh McLean are tired of sneaking around to be with Tatum. Yet family and the feud make it hard to go public. Just as they’ve finally convinced Tatum to take the risk, an unexpected discovery throws their world and their families into turmoil.

Will they keep their secret? But secrets have a way of coming out, especially when they’re buried in treasure.

Matt grew up with the firm belief in love at first sight. When they meet a woman in town to do research on a book, Eric is tempted to believe it too. But, there are more secrets to Jocelyn Richards then he first believes and when the feud flares to life again she is caught in the middle.  Will the history behind a centuries old feud drive them apart before they can create a future?

STORY EXCERPT

Tatum sat on her bed in the Baldwin family home in Sanctuary, Montana, and stared at the basket in front of her. She lifted one of the items, a cock ring, and studied it. What the hell was she supposed to do with that? She knew how to use some of the other items—the vibrator, handcuffs, foldable flogger, and the tubes of lubricants as well as the studded collar—but a few of them were complete mysteries to her. She’d never felt more inexperienced than she did looking at the sex toys. Had her visits to the BDSM club Consensual taught her nothing? But then, she’d only gone a couple of times and had stayed on the sidelines, trying not to gawk too much.

Why did I buy a basket anyway?

It was a stupid question to ask. She’d gone to the BDSM auction last month for that specific purpose, to buy Josh’s and Will’s basket. But they’d rushed out early, and their basket had gotten pulled from the auction. She’d had to gather her nerve and purchase it from Aaron Carson, the club’s owner, saying that she was doing it “for a good cause.”

But they didn’t see me buy it. That was my main reason for buying it. Although helping a good cause is always a good reason to spend money.

At the time of the auction, she’d thought buying a basket would be a great way to tell Josh McLean and his cousin Will McLean that she was interested. Interested in not only delving into new and exciting sexual play, but in a lifelong relationship. The latter was unlikely, given the persistent state of conflict between their families, but that didn’t keep her from dreaming.

As for the sex, that was a good possibility since they weren’t exactly strangers. She’d often imagined inviting them to a secluded spot and seducing them. She’d dress in the sexy lingerie she’d purchased online and she’d hold out the basket and say, “Take me any way and every way you want me. I’m yours. Command me to do whatever you want.”

She wanted them interested in more than just sex, of course, but getting them physically attracted to her was as good a place as any to start a relationship. Or at least she hoped so.

But the auction had happened last month, and she’d done nothing except moon over them whenever they happened to cross paths. Just like she’d done in high school.

How long had she had a fascination with them? Ten years? More? It seemed like forever.

They’d caught her attention when she’d entered high school. They’d been the older, handsome star jocks on the football team and she’d been the chubby band geek with braces and glasses who’d sat in the stadium and cheered them on. No way could she have approached them back then. Especially since they’d both had cheerleader girlfriends. Cute, skinny, blonde cheerleaders who were as snooty as they were popular.

Then came college and the McLean cousins had gone out of state to study. Fate had intervened more than once when they’d all come home for a holiday or just to visit their respective families. They’d even hung out a few times after she’d “accidentally” run into each other. They’d made sure to go to a neighboring town so that no one they knew would see them together. She’d treasured those times, especially the one time they’d ended up partying in a hotel room, but then they’d said their goodbyes. Mutual friends kept them up-to-date on each other’s lives, but they’d never had any real contact.

She should’ve simply forgotten about them and moved on to someone else. But she hadn’t forgotten them. She could never forget them.

Unlike her, they’d graduated from college then gone to live in other states and had rarely returned home. Part of why she’d come back home armed with her bachelor of education degree was her way of staying close to them, even if only through town gossip. She’d gone into teaching instrumental and vocal music with a fervor at Sanctuary Junior High School and she loved her job. But the McLean cousins were never far from her mind and there hadn’t been a day when she hadn’t wished they’d come back to Sanctuary.

When they’d returned two months ago, she’d stopped and gawked at them as they’d sauntered across the street in that sexy, careless way they had. Although she’d always listened for any word about them in the gossip that floated around the town, she’d heard nothing about their possible return to Sanctuary.

At first, she couldn’t believe her eyes. She’d stood there, wanting to run and throw her arms around them, but they hadn’t seen her and she hadn’t had the nerve to call out to them. Instead, she’d remained stuck to the sidewalk and had mooned over them just as she’d done every time they’d made another fantastic play on the football field.

How had they gotten even better looking? She couldn’t have imagined that they could get any sexier, but she’d been wrong.

Both of them were built like human trucks, steel-hard and oozing power. They had wide shoulders that strained to break out of their leather jackets. They both had dark hair. Josh, the wilder of the two men, wore his hair a little longer so that it feathered around his neck in a cruel imitation of how she’d like to curve her fingers around his neck and pull his lips to hers. Will’s hair was shorter and spiked on top. Just like they always had, they still wore faded jeans that molded to their perfect bodies. While Will sported a leather belt with a silver buckle, Josh went without a belt, his shirt pulled out at the back in a carefree manner.

I wonder if their eyes are the same McLean blue.

Granted, eye color couldn’t change, but had the gleam that they’d always had in their eyes diminished with age? Did they still have that wild glint that had made her panties wet? She longed to find out.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Then let’s really get this party going.” Will tugged on her leash and led her over to the couch. “Climb onto the couch, sugar, and get on your hands and knees.”

She did as he commanded and then watched as he looped the leash around the wooden arm of the couch. Her breasts dangled toward the cushion while her butt pointed at the ceiling.

Josh moved to the end of the couch and knelt on the cushion behind her. She glanced back just in time to see him lean over and nip her butt cheek. It was a different kind of pain, but one that was just as enjoyable as the sting from the flogger. She bucked, making her breasts dance and catching Will’s eye.

He leaned against her and grabbed her hair then a breast. “She needs another whipping, Josh.”

Josh agreed then sent the lashes against her butt cheek again. She was ready for it this time and even leaned into it.

“Are you enjoying your whipping, darlin’?”

“Yes, Master Josh.”

“Then maybe you’ll enjoy a spanking, too.” Josh’s flat hand against her skin was even better than the flogger.

“Ooh, please, Master Josh. Spank me again.”

He did as she’d asked, giving her an even harder spank. As soon as he’d spanked one cheek, he moved to the other.

The heat of desire ripped into her, pummeling outward from her pussy as her juices flowed even more freely. Her pussy clenched with the need to have them inside her, both from the front and from the back. Three more spankings followed, and a small orgasm broke free.

“Please, masters, please fuck me.”

Will moved away, but returned with the vibrator. “Let’s see how much you like this first.”

He knelt next to the couch, and as she watched, he rubbed the rotating, plunging vibrator against her clit. She cried as her pussy wept.

“Please, Master Will. I want more than any vibrator can give me. I want you.”

“And me?” Josh let the lashes fly against her sensitive skin again.

“And you, Master Josh.”

“We should make sure first.” Will slid the vibrator’s tip into her pussy. The whirling end set up an explosion of sensations, and she moaned, ducking her head and closing her eyes.

“Do you like it, Tatum?” Josh slapped her again then squeezed her ass as he leaned to the side to watch his cousin thrust the vibrator into the pussy. “Take it easy, man. We don’t want to hurt her.”

“Never.” Will eased the vibrator out again. “How did that feel, Tatum? Good or bad?”

She opened her eyes to find him staring at her, concern on his face. “Both. But I’d still rather have the real thing.”

Will took the vibrator away, exchanging it for his fingers. “Does this feel better?”

She closed her eyes, enjoying the way his wiggling fingers felt inside her pussy. “Please, Master Will, could you rub my clit, too?”

He did, giving her even more delightful sensation. Josh spanked her ass cheek again then left the couch to check the basket. He came back, and once the cool gel struck her tight muscles, she knew that he’d gotten the lube. He rubbed her, working the gel around her hole and inside her anus.

She’d never had two men with their fingers inside her at the same time. How could she when she’d never even had sex with two men before. But the feeling they gave her, one searching for her G-spot and the other preparing her for anal penetration, sent chills over her body. Will fondled her breasts, moving from one to the other as Josh bent over her and planted quick nibbles at the small of her back.

“Get ready, darlin’.”

She nodded at Josh, telling him to go ahead. He pushed his cock inside her ass, going slowly at first. But when she heard his groan, she knew he’d gotten lost in the sensation. He pushed harder, stretching her butthole muscles to their limit.

She would’ve never guessed that she’d love being leashed to the arm of the couch and under someone else’s control. Yet, despite the restraints, she had the power to stop them at any time.

Stop them? Hell, no.

She eased back, urging Josh to push into her as far as he could go. He did, ramming his cock into her and knocking her forward.

“Holy hell, but she’s tight.” Josh’s voice was tight, but not strained. Instead, it was filled with a deep huskiness.

Will rubbed her clit harder, then slowed down and stopped. She searched his face as he stood.

“Let’s try another position. I want to do more than finger-fuck her.” Will untied the leash from the couch then clutched her hair and yanked her upward. Josh complained, then repositioned himself and entered her again.

Will’s blue eyes, changed to a dark ocean color by his desire, searched her. Although he kept his gaze on her, he spoke to Josh. “Give me the key to the cuffs, man.”

“Now?” There was no mistaking the shock in Josh’s voice. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“No, I’m not. Do it.”

Her body felt bereft as Josh pulled his cock out of her. He came back fast and handed the key to Will.

As she sat back on her legs, Will unlocked the cuffs. She worked the stiffness out of her arms, but her freedom was short-lived. Will took her arms and cuffed her hands behind her. Then, as Josh frowned at him, Will sat on the couch, leaned back, and pulled her on top of him.

She inhaled as his cock slid inside her pussy. Her gaze locked onto his until Will leaned forward, tugged off the nipple clamps, sending pain streaking through her breasts, and then took her nipple into his mouth. The effect of losing the pinching clamps followed by his soft sucking on her nipple drove her closer to the edge of another climax.