Rannigan’s Redemption–Meet Michael Rannigan

I’ve been so busy promoting my Dream Dominant Collection, that I feel I’m neglecting my sexy law drama, Rannigan’s Redemption.  So that stops now.

Rannigan’s Redemption is a three-novel contemporary erotic romance/law drama.  It tells the story of high-profile Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan, and his complicated relationship with Maggie Flynn, the smart, redheaded lawyer he hires straight out of law school to join his elite firm.

I’ll just come right out and say it.  Michael is not a nice guy.  He’s an inveterate player, and he’s always looking out for number one.  He avoids emotional attachments, preferring to surround himself with vapid blondes who are as shallow as he is.

He hired Maggie because he can see how smart she is.  She’s a great addition to his team.  But there’s something irresistible about Mary Margaret Flynn, something that he can’t quite shake, no matter how hard he tries.

In this excerpt, the first chapter from the book, meet Michael Rannigan.

Fucking her had been inevitable, he reasoned.  After all, Maggie was not unattractive with her thick red hair, bright green eyes shaded by long red lashes she darkened with mascara, the smattering of freckles across her nose.  Beneath those inexpensive business suits she favored, her body wasn’t bad.  Don’t think he hadn’t noticed.

It was an odd line of thought for a man on vacation.  He stretched out his legs on the chaise and gazed past his tanned bare feet to the turquoise water of the Indian Ocean.  His travel agent had assured him that he’d love the Maldives.  He raised his glass of bourbon in a toast to Nancy at East Coast Travel, but his thoughts returned to Maggie.

He’d actually been surprised at the firm, full, round tits he’d unearthed beneath that conservative grey blouse.  They were much larger than he’d realized, in a natural, homegrown sort of way.

Obviously, she wasn’t his usual taste. He preferred bottle blondes with tiny waists and store-bought tits, the bigger the better.  In fact, if a woman resembled Barbie, it was a plus.  Not that he’d turn down a hot brunette, either.  He gravitated toward socialites, models, or occasionally actresses, the more successful the better.  Less successful women tended to be needy, emotionally speaking.  Flight attendants were his among his favorites.  They could never stay.

He glanced to his right at Vivian, the chosen one accompanying him on this trip. She wore only the tiniest black bikini bottoms, having removed the top to avoid tan lines.  Her white blonde hair was swept up in a knot on top of her head.  Expensive designer sunglasses shaded eyes he knew were violet, albeit artificially so, thanks to purple contacts.  Plumped pouting lips were precisely situated beneath her perfect designer nose.  Had she told him that she’d had her lips done again just before they left New York?  He couldn’t seem to remember.  His gaze fell to her enormous tits.  They really are her best quality, he thought.  Later, he’d fuck those tits.  She could always shower before dinner.

She noticed that he was looking her way.  “Hey, baby,” she simpered, fingering her left nipple provocatively.  He winked at her then looked away without answering.

As a fellow attorney, Maggie was much too bright for his liking as well.  He wasn’t in it for the conversation, after all; he was never interested in what they had to say.  And boning a colleague was usually a bad idea.  But she’d liked him.  She always had, since she first was hired at Murphy, Rannigan, & Metheny.

There were those who called Michael Rannigan shallow.  He shook his head.  Fuck them, and the horse they rode in on, he thought.

Resisting Risk Cover - Copy

RESISTING RISK is available at all the usual online booksellers
for just 99¢.
But it’s FREE when you subscribe to my newsletter,
Pandora’s Box Unleashed.
https://www.instafreebie.com/free/EvsRs

Weekend Excerpt–New WIP

FOR SPARROW, the third Dream Dominant book, launched on Oct. 3 to some really nice 5-STAR reviews.

For now, I’m taking a break from the Dream Dominants, and I’m about 22k words into the next book, a spicy vanilla novel that I’m tentatively calling CHASING ORDINARY.

Briefly, redhaired sculptor Petey meets handsome businessman Nik by accident on a rainy night in Manhattan.  Their mutual attraction is instant, but not everything is as it seems.

I don’t want to tell you too much more than that, but the photo collage may give you a few hints.

Here’s a little (unedited) snippet from my new work in progress, CHASING ORDINARY.

Nik peered grimly out the window at the passing grey tableau as the Mercedes made its way uptown to the exclusive Empire Club.  Dalton Rigby’s great-great grandfather had been a founding member, as the man had been careful to point out every time Nik had ever met him.

     At least the food at dinner will be good, he consoled himself.  Mentally, he went over his talking points as the city passed by in a gloomy blur.

A flash of color on the sidewalk caught his focus.  Ahead, a woman in a bright red dress was attempting to hail a cab in the pouring rain.  As the car pulled alongside her, he watched in slow motion as a spray of water completely doused her.

“Stop the car!” he shouted.

The driver eyed him in the rear-view mirror.

“Stop the car,” he repeated.

“But sir,” Jorgen protested from his seat beside Nik.

Shrugging, the driver stopped, causing the car behind them to slam on its brakes and honk loudly.

Nik was already halfway out of the car.  “Go around the block,” he called over his shoulder as he stepped out into the rain, slamming the door behind him.

The woman was still standing where she’d been when the Mercedes’ front wheel had torn through a deep puddle, spraying her with dirty water.  Nik made his way to her, ignoring the rain that pelted him as he walked.

“I’m terribly sorry.  Are you alright?”

She stood shaking from cold, red hair matted to her head, black streams of mascara running down her face like cracks in fine china.  “I’m s-s-s-soaked!” she shrieked.

“Again, I’m so sorry.”  Nik’s expression was contrite.  He shrugged out of his suit jacket and wrapped it around her.  She was tiny, and the jacket nearly swallowed her whole.  He glanced around.  “Is your apartment near here?”

She shook her head.  “I’m locked out.  And I’m unbelievably late.  I can’t go like this.  And I can’t get back into the fucking apartment!  Fuck!”

“My car is coming back around the block.  I’ll give you a ride to wherever you need to—“

At that moment, boxy delivery truck hit the same puddle, spraying both of them.  They gasped in unison.  Momentarily blinded by the wall of water, Nik sputtered and swiped at his face.  “Bloody hell!”

He looked down at the woman whose eyes were wide with surprise.  “Here comes my car now.  Come with me.  I’m staying at the Plaza.  We’ll call ahead and have the stylist meet us.  Once we’re both cleaned up, I’ll take you where you need to go.”

She looked up at him in alarm.  “I’m not going to your hotel with you!”

“No, I don’t mean…  I realize how inappropriate it sounds, but I promise, I only mean to help.”  He held up his hands in surrender.  “Clearly you can’t stay here.  And you can’t go to wherever it is you were going, not like this.”  He aimed for a reassuring smile.  “The services of the spa and salon will be at your disposal.  And I know Colin will have something for you to wear.”

He watched as she considered her options.  “I feel responsible.  Please let me make things right.”

The black Mercedes pulled up to the sidewalk and the driver walked around to open the back door.  “Please,” he pleaded softly.

The woman drew a shaky breath.  “Okay.  Thank you,” she said quietly.

Jorgen slid out of the back seat and moved to the passenger side of the front.  Nik motioned for the woman to get in, and he climbed in beside her.  The driver returned to his seat and pulled out into traffic.

“Jorgen, call St. James and tell him to meet us at the underground entrance.  Ms.—“  He looked to the woman.

“Oh, Cavanaugh.  Petey Cavanaugh.”  At his befuddled expression, she added, “It’s a long story.”

Nik frowned.  “Ms. Cavanaugh is to have whatever services she needs.  When she’s ready, we’ll take her where she needs to go.”

“Yes, sir,” Jorgen responded, taking his phone out of his pocket.

“Thank you,” Petey said sheepishly.  “I’d better call my friend.”

She dialed a number.  “Yeah, it’s me.”  There was a short pause.  “No, I’m not almost to the gallery.  I’ll tell you all about it when I get there.”

Another pause.  “I know, seriously, I do!  Nobody would rather be there right now than me, but I forgot the umbrella, and I forgot the key, and I’m a total wreck right now, completely soaked to the skin.”

She seemed to listen for a moment.  “I know, but I can’t help it.  I’m headed to the Plaza.  I’ll get cleaned up, and then I’ll be right there.”

Nik watched as she eyed him quickly.  “I don’t know.  Some guy,” she whispered.  There was another pause, and Nik could hear an agitated voice on the other end, although he couldn’t make out the words.

“Okay, Jules, I’m hanging up now.  I’ll let you know when I’m on my way.”  She stabbed at her phone and put it back in the small silver bag she was carrying.

She looked back at him sheepishly.  “My friend.”

“I truly am sorry.  You said you’re late?”

She nodded.  “It’s a gallery opening.  I’m supposed to be there,” she glanced at her watch, “twenty-two minutes ago.”

“I’m late for dinner myself.  At least gallery openings usually run for several hours.  Surely it won’t matter if you’re a bit late,” he said reasonably.

“It’s my show.  It looks kind of bad for the guest of honor not to be there.”

Nik was intrigued.  “You’re an artist.  What is your medium?”

“Sculpture.  I do welded steel and glass pieces.”

He squinted, picturing the petite, feminine woman using a welding torch to bend steel to her will.

“We’re here, sir,” Jorgen announced, interrupting his thoughts.  The car pulled through a security gate into an underground garage.  As it eased up to a pair of double glass doors, Colin St. James stepped out to greet them.

“Holy crap on a cracker,” he exclaimed as first Nik, then Petey, climbed out of the back of the car.  “What on God’s green earth happened to you?”

“It’s raining,” Nik replied succinctly.  “This is Ms. Cavanaugh.  She’s late to her own gallery opening, and obviously, she can’t go like that.  Please see to it that she’s ready in about twenty minutes.  Will that be possible?”

“Twenty minutes?  Are you kidding me?  They don’t call me ‘the miracle worker’ for nothing.”  He scanned Petey up and down.  “Although this might be my greatest challenge yet,” he said under his breath.

She glared up at him through wet lashes.

Nik turned to Petey.  “I’m going upstairs to get cleaned up.  I’ll check on you when I’m ready.”

She nodded shyly, shrugging off his suit jacket and handing it to him.  “Um, thank you.”

He nodded to Colin and turned to head to the elevator.

Colin took Petey by the hand.  “Okay, sweetie, let’s see what we can do.”

CHASING ORDINARY has a tentative release date of January 2, 2018.
Until then, head over to my Amazon Author Page
to find your next sexy read.

Weekend Excerpt–For Sparrow

For Sparrow promo 1

When Jessi Crenshaw’s husband died, she lost more than her spouse.  She lost her best friend, her lover, and her Dominant.

But it turns out that Graham made provisions for her in the form of sexy Dominant firefighter paramedic Judd Farris.  Judd promised his friend Graham that in the event of his death, he’d look after Jessi until she found her own Dominant.

A platonic Dom/sub relationship is a damn odd arrangement.  And it’s not long before the pair wonders whether they can resist the desire they feel.

Could it be that Graham had more in mind than merely a temporary solution?

Here’s a steamy excerpt from FOR SPARROW.

It was early afternoon the following day when Jessi’s phone blipped to indicate a text message.

Hey there, little one.  How is your day going?

Jessi smiled.  She glanced down at the fabric swatches she’d been using to try to decide which table cloths to order for next weekend’s event.  It was a fiftieth wedding anniversary.  Who would have imagined there were so many varieties of gold?

I’m great.  How are you?

Happy to put aside table linen decisions for a moment, she waited for Judd’s reply.

I just spent the last couple of hours surfing, and I don’t have to be at work for another few hours so I’m great.  How’s your bottom, little one?

Even in the privacy of her office, Jessi blushed.  The truth was, her bottom was sore.  Not that she minded.  She’d been rather pleased when she checked herself in the mirror before she got dressed that morning and found that it was still red.  There were even round bruises on each cheek from the wooden spoon.

It stings a little, Sir.  And I have nice bruises from the wooden spoon.

Stretched out on a chaise lounge on his patio overlooking the beach, Judd grinned.

And how do you feel about that?

Jessi considered his question.

I don’t mind, Sir.  It reminds me of feeling safe.  Thank you, Sir, for the marks.

Judd sighed deeply.  She was such a good submissive.

How about after we texted, little one?  Did you come again?

“Oh, God!” Jessi said out loud.  Her mind flitted to the previous night.  When Judd had left, she’d been so needy.  As her tub filled with water she’d gone into Graham’s closet to the box where he’d kept their toys.  Although she’d thought to get the wand, she opted instead for a small waterproof vibrator.

She’d relaxed in the hot, lavender-scented bubble bath for a few minutes before her hands began exploring her body, kneading her round breasts, pausing to pull her pert pink nipples, eventually slipping down to the apex of her thighs.

Although she’d tried to envision Graham’s hands on her body, his image kept being replaced with visions of Judd.  By the time she’d slid the vibrator into place in her eager core, it had been Judd’s name she’d called out.  As she had the other two times she’d come.

She keyed in her response, grateful that she didn’t have to look Judd in the eye.

     Yes, Sir.  Thank you for permission to come. 

Pausing a moment, she considered a sassy comment.

     How about you, Sir?   She sent it before she could change her mind.

Judd laughed out loud.  How about him?

He’d gotten into the shower as soon as he’d arrived home from the bar.  He could still feel her ass under his hand, and he could imagine her pleasuring herself on that unmade bed.  He’d poured earthy spiced shower gel into the palm of his hand and gripped himself firmly, recalling the feel of Jessi on his lap, imagining how it would be to fondle her breasts, to have her slide down over his cock and ride him.  His moment had built, and he’d stroked faster, grunting in release as thick ropes of his essence had shot out under the steady hot stream.

Not that he would tell her that.

Are you being cheeky, little one?  Maybe trying to earn a spank for next time?

Jessi giggled.  No Sir, I would never do that.

I’m not sure I believe you, little one.  We’ll be in touch.  Call me if you need to, and I’ll be by on Saturday.  We’ll be working on the back fence.

She sighed.  Will do.  And Judd, thank you again, for everything.

You’re very welcome, Jessi.

FOR SPARROW is the latest addition to the Dream Dominant Collection.  It joins LUKE & BELLA and LOST & BOUND, all stand-alone steamy romance novels featuring a light BDSM theme.

You can get  FOR SPARROW, in ebook or paperback,
at your favorite online booksellers.
books2read.com/ForSparrow

Sparrow graphic Linz

Don’t You Just Love Sexy Alphas?

The Dream Dominant Collection new covers 1

I love stories about strong, sexy Alpha males.  There are lots of books out there, with billionaire Doms who require of their submissives strict adherence to their rules and demands.  Those are great stories.

But when I started writing the Dream Dominant books, I wanted to do something a little different.  I wanted to write about real people living out their Dom/sub lives in the real world, characters I hope readers can relate to.  Like I stated in the Preface to FOR SPARROW,

The reality is that many regular couples, all around us, quietly live a Dom/sub dynamic every day.  While sexual kink is an essential part of BDSM, there’s so much more to it than that.  Beyond kinky sex, it’s a deeply intimate dance between two people who have embraced their true natures.  At the very foundation, a Dominant craves to lead, and a submissive craves to follow.

Every D/s couple lives out this journey in their own way, but there are some commonalities.  The sub is a strong person who willingly relinquishes control to someone stronger, his or her Dom.  Together they work out to what extent this power exchange goes, whether it’s only in the bedroom, or it’s a 24/7 arrangement, or somewhere in between.

Often, there are rituals established by the Dominant, chores or assignments for which the submissive is responsible, all of which are intended to benefit the submissive.  Knee time would be one example, a regular time when the sub kneels at the feet of her Dom and releases all the concerns of the day.  It’s comparable to meditation, but in this instance, it’s a time of intimacy and bonding for the couple that has nothing to do with sex.  Unless it ends in a blow job.  But I digress.

The intimacy found at the heart of a D/s relationship is the stuff of pure romance.  And that is where I think the truly great stories are.

So far, there are three novels in the collection.  The stories are stand-alone, meaning they’re unrelated and can be read in any order.

Meet the Dream Dominants.

LUKE & BELLA KINDLE

 

 

In LUKE & BELLA, photojournalist Luke McGillicutty fell in love so quickly with Bella Grant, his partner on the road, that he didn’t have time to mention the fact that he’s Dominant. If he tells her now, he could lose her forever.

NEW Lost & Bound

 

 

Rugged mountain man Blake Walker, from LOST & BOUND, isn’t impressed with the bratty Hollywood actress staying at his family’s remote wilderness lodge. But could Shasta Pyke be the baby girl this Daddy Dom’s been looking for?

SPARROW - OPTIMUS

 

 

In FOR SPARROW, sexy firefighter paramedic Judd Farris promised to look out for new widow Jessi Crenshaw. Being a surrogate Dominant until she finds one of her own is an odd arrangement. It’s strictly platonic. But how long can they deny the attraction they both feel?

 

 

While the series currently includes three books, more are on the way, including a spin-off from LOST & BOUND featuring the characters Scott and Jackie.  And I’m planning a spin-off from FOR SPARROW featuring sexy Dom, Master Mateo.  But I still intend for the stories to be stand-alone.  You won’t have to have read the others to enjoy them.  But if you have, it will be fun to get to know these characters better.

You can find the Dream Dominant Collection novels,
all of which are available in paperback as well as ebooks,
at your favorite online bookseller.

Amazon
iBooks
Nook

The Dream Dominant Collection new covers 2

Weekend Excerpt–A New Cover for LOST & BOUND

LOST & BOUND is the second book in the Dream Dominant Collection.  When the talented and sexy Linzi Basset created the cover of FOR SPARROW, Dream Dominant 3, I knew I needed to ask her to revamp all the Dream Dominant covers.  And I’m so happy I did.

In LOST & BOUND, Hollywood bad girl Shasta Pyke is sent to cool her heels for a few weeks in the wilderness of northern Ontario after she has a run-in with the law.  That’s where she meets Dominant mountain man Blake Walker, who is none too impressed by the bratty actress, who is the sole guest at his family’s remote lodge.  But as he spends more time with her, he begins to wonder if she might be the baby girl his Daddy Dom soul has been looking for.

Lost & Bound new cover 2

Here’s a little teaser…

When the power went out, Blake wasn’t surprised in the least.  If anything, he was surprised it had lasted as long as it had.  This was undoubtedly the worst storm so far in what had been a very dry summer.  Angry lightning streaked across the dark sky, with thunder booming almost instantaneously.  For microseconds, the flashes illuminated the entire lake like mid-day.

He slid open the sheer drapes that shrouded the glass doors overlooking the lake and settled in, book in one hand, a second bottle of Lebatt Blue in the other.  Leaning back, he rested his feet on the battered leather ottoman, content for the moment to watch the storm’s fury.

His eyes moved to the dark shape in the middle of the lake.  He knew from experience that a wild storm like this one was a dicey proposition in the tiny island cabin.  For one thing, because it was situated on the crest of the island, the wind howled mercilessly around the structure.  And being on the highest point, with thirty-foot pines towering over it, the cabin was a natural lightning rod.  The thunder would be deafening.

He wondered how Shasta was faring.  As he watched, another jagged bolt etched a path across the sky.  He chuckled lightly, picturing her, eyes wide, with the covers pulled up over her head.

               I should check on her first thing in the morning.

Eventually, he lit the oil lamp beside him and began to read.  Bear paced anxiously back and forth in front of the huge window.  He’d never been a fan of storms, not since he’d been a pup.  Suddenly the dog stopped pacing and whimpered softly.

“What’s wrong, boy?  You’re okay, it’s just a summer storm.”

Bear whimpered again and woofed softly.  Frowning, Blake set down the book and stood beside the dog, looking out into the stormy night.  “What is it?  Is something out there?”

Then he saw it.  A tiny point of light between him and the island.  It bounced and tossed as it…

Blake shook his head.  “No way.  No way is she in a boat in the middle of this storm.”

In the next instant, lightning flashed and he saw her clearly, Shasta, huddled against the wind and rain, steering the tiny skiff toward the lodge’s dock.  She was battling against the ferocious gusts of wind and white-capped waves on the lake that threatened to capsize the boat.

“Son of a bitch!” Blake growled.  “No more sense than a…”  He threw on his boots and shrugged into his rain slicker, pausing to don his headlamp before pulling up the hood.  “Son of a bitch!”

He kept his eyes on Shasta as he stalked out to the dock, crossing to the end to wait for her.  When she was close enough, he held out an old wooden oar and she grasped the end of it, allowing him to pull her the rest of the way to the side of the dock.  Blake reached down to cut the motor and grasped her by the upper arms, pulling her out of the boat.

She stood in front of him, eyes wide with terror, and she was soaked to the skin, not having bothered with a rain coat.  He shouted above the storm.  “God-dammit, Shasta, what the hell were you thinking?”

She just blinked up at him, shaking either from fear or cold, or both.  “Come on, let’s get you inside.”  He easily scooped her up in his arms and she buried herself against his chest.

Blake was shaking too, but it was from anger.  She’d recklessly endangered herself.  If he hadn’t seen her, if the boat had swamped…  It was beyond his comprehension.  He carried her straight into his cabin, kicking the door closed behind them.  He set her down in the kitchen and stepped back.

“Explain yourself.”  He crossed his arms and watched her expectantly.

Shasta stood shaking, her red hair plastered to her head, her soaked white camisole completely sheer, her pink pajamas clinging to her legs.  She crossed her arms, too, but the gesture was self-protective rather than angry.  It only served to push up her breasts, punctuated by hard-tipped nipples, made harder by being cold and wet.  He worked to ignore them, trying to understand what she’d been thinking.

“Well?”

“I…” she stammered, “I was so scared.”  She was shivering constantly now, and a trickle of blood ran down the side of her face.

Blake lifted her chin gently.  “What happened?  Why are you bleeding?”

Her head shook slightly.  “I don’t…” her teeth chattered, “I don’t know.”

Peering closely, he saw a cut at the hairline above her right temple.  Swiping the hair back, he spied a sliver of glass and carefully removed it.  “Come with me,” he commanded.

She followed him through the living room as he picked up the oil lamp and carried it into the bathroom, where he lifted her up and sat her on the counter.  The cut on her head had begun bleeding in earnest when the glass had been removed.  Blake used a gauze pad to apply direct pressure on the cut.  Shasta sniffled softly as tears ran down her face.

“What’s wrong?” he growled.

“You called me Shasta,” she sobbed.

He snorted.  “What you did was a very ‘Shasta’ thing to do.  That’s the least of your worries right now.  Hold this.”  He moved her hand to hold the gauze in place and he reached around to turn on the faucet in the bathtub.

She sat shivering, watching the tub fill with hot water.  Clouds of steam filled the room.  He left for a moment, returning with a flannel shirt of dark red plaid, which he hung on a hook on the back of the door.  Next he turned off the water.

“Let me see how it’s doing,” he murmured, carefully peering under the gauze.  The bleeding had slowed.  He took a bandage from the medicine cabinet and applied it over the cut.  Shasta was still shaking like a leaf.

“You’re almost hypothermic.  I want you in the tub.  Strip.”

Shasta blinked up at him.

“Don’t make me tell you twice.”  His voice was quietly intense as he lifted her off the counter and stood her in the middle of the floor.

Shakily, she pulled the camisole over her head, dropping it to the floor.  Blake watched unblinkingly, a hard expression on his face.  She hooked her thumbs into the top of her pants and slid them, panties and all, down her legs.  She nearly tripped stepping out of them, and Blake reached to steady her.

Naked, she stood trembling as he devoured her with his eyes, starting with her perfect round tits and their tight pink points, her narrow waist and the flair of her hips, the bare cleft at the junction where her legs met.  After all, she’d been on display on the dock, surely she wasn’t shy now.  He knew he was being an ass and he didn’t care.  Anger still thrummed through his veins.

“Get in the tub.  I’ll set a timer for fifteen minutes.  After that, the water will cool off too much to help.”  He disappeared, returning moments later with a kitchen timer which he set on the bathroom counter.

“Why aren’t you in the tub?  Was I unclear in some way?” he snapped.

Shasta touched the wall for stability as she dipped one foot into the tub.  “It’s hot.”

“It’s supposed to be hot.  We have to warm you up.”  He watched her step in with the other foot and ease herself down.  She looked like a drowned rat, peering up at him all wide-eyed.

“When the timer goes off, get out and dry yourself.  You can put this on,” he indicated the flannel shirt he’d hung on the door.  “You will go into the bedroom and sit on the edge of my bed.  You will wait until I come back.  Is that clear?”

Shasta nodded silently.

“I said sit.  You will not lie down, you will not get into the bed.  You will sit.  If you’re cold, there’s a blanket you can use to wrap around yourself.  Do you understand?”

Again, she nodded.  A look of annoyance crossed his face, and then passed.  He nodded sharply.  “I’ll be back.”  He closed the bathroom door behind him and she heard him speak to Bear.  “Stay here, boy, keep an eye on her.  I need to think.”

LOST & BOUND FULL CS fixed

LOST & BOUND is on sale at your favorite online bookseller,
and it’s also available in paperback.
books2read.com/LostandBound

 

Watch This Space–ISLA’S IRISH COWBOY by Bella Settarra

When he opened his mind, she opened his heart.

islasirishcowboy_9781786862334_800

New out from Bella Settarra, it’s ISLA’S IRISH COWBOY.   It’s Book 4 of the Cowboys of Cavern County.  I just ‘met’ Bella recently, and she’s already one of my favorite people for lots of reasons, not the least of which being the fact that my first ginger heroine is called Bella.

With this book, I have to tell you she had me at ‘Irish cowboy.’  So I was dying to know what it was all about.  Here’s the blurb…

Isla Gillingham is a beautiful, successful model – so she’s bound to be a spoiled, selfish diva, right? At least that’s what Kean Maguire presumes until he meets her. His impression of her changes in a heartbeat when he sees her dressed casually, eating fries, smiling and giggling.

Not one for socializing, Kean is secretly happy to volunteer to take Isla and the photographer into the mountains for a photo shoot – until Isla’s manager, Tabitha Merchant, warns him that there is a powerful legal team ready to pounce the minute he slips up, and a court battle will not only lose him his job, but also result in the closure of the Fielding Ranch.

Isla is immediately taken with the Irish cowboy, and thrilled when he leads their trek into the mountains. His demeanour is anything but friendly, however, and even worse when an accident occurs on a narrow ledge.

Reluctantly, she allows Kean to offer her shelter at his cottage when the weather deteriorates. Given the chance to learn more about each other can she persuade him that she is not the calculating bitch he assumed? And is his heart really as cold as the ice outside, or will it melt with the driven snow?

As Isla admits that her life isn’t quite as happy as it seems, Kean must disclose his unsavoury past, despite knowing it could completely turn her against him. But their lives change entirely when they discover they are not the only ones keeping secrets…

shamrock bella settarra

And knowing you guys, I went ahead with the adult excerpt.  You’re welcome!

Kean tangled his fingers in her soft, blonde curls. He stroked the smooth skin of her neck, causing her to buck deliciously up toward him with a soft moan.

He had never felt anything like it. It was like running his fingers through velvet. Her shoulders were like silk, and he couldn’t resist trailing one hand down her body. She was so sensitive, and jerked violently as he caressed her skin. He grinned. He’d remember that. The way she had reacted to his teasing with her feet had surprised and delighted him, and it was good to know her whole body was a mass of nerves, just waiting to be teased mercilessly – and he was just the man for the job.

Isla arched her back, pushing her gorgeous breasts hard into his chest. He watched her face, her eyes fluttering open and closed all the time as she writhed beneath him. God she was hot!

His rock solid erection jabbed into her softness as it strained against the denim of his jeans, desperate for its release. Desperate for her.

Kean kissed her again and she groaned into his mouth. Her fingers dug into the back of his neck and she clung to him for dear life. Their tongues fought wildly against each other as their rampant breathing filled his ears.

Isla grappled at his waistband, her need surpassing her manners, and he loved it. Her slim fingers slid between his skin and the button which she quickly unfastened, and he sighed inwardly as she tugged at the metal zipper which was wedged against his ardor.

With a deep chuckle he slipped his own hand down between their groins, chancing a brief stroke over her pussy while he was there. Her breath hitched. Good.

He felt her nimble fingers caress his as he yanked hard on the zipper, and her hand covered his as he slid it down, freeing his desperate cock. Staring into her face for a reaction he was relieved at the way she licked her lips, panting hard. Her eyes were on fire, pleading with him, and he didn’t need asking twice.

Kneeling backward he pulled the denim down his thighs, then quickly stood as he hauled the jeans off his legs. The cooler air wafted across his glistening skin and he welcomed it like a long-lost friend. His whole body felt like it was a furnace and he longed to divest himself of the last scrap of fabric which clung to his groin like a wet rag.

Isla was watching him, biting her lip, her chest heaving up and down as she panted. Her hands were at her waistband and he watched her unfasten her belt and then her button. As her fingers reached for her zipper he took a step toward her.

“My job, I think.”

She stared up at him, her eyes full of hope.

Kean grinned, running a finger over the denim which covered her pussy.

“Please,” she whispered.

He nodded and slowly pulled at the zipper. Her whole body felt tense to his touch as he took the waistband and gently hauled the fabric from her and threw it next to his own jeans.

Her legs were smooth and freshly-waxed. Her pink satin panties were plastered to her pussy in a dark, sticky mass of passion. He watched her chest heaving and her eyes stared at him, full of desire. She raised one knee, sliding her foot slowly up the bed, and put her arms above her head, offering herself to him while at the same time teasing him.

His cock twitched at the sight and she licked those full lips of hers again. The ache in his groin told him he couldn’t wait much longer and he hoped that the look in her eye was telling him she felt the same.

Although desperate to jump on top of her, to feel her skin once more, he couldn’t resist gazing at her beauty for one more minute. She posed beautifully and he wondered if she had ever had photos taken in just her underwear, or less. If she had he would love to see the results, although he would be jealous of the photographer who shot them. He wondered if it would be Stefan. His earlier concerns about them being an item had dissipated when they had been up on the mountain taking pictures. The camera loved her but Stefan didn’t. He flirted with her but there was no real emotion between them. And he would know – he had scrutinized her every move, every expression.

“Kean?” Her voice was smooth, like melted chocolate and he suddenly realized he was staring at her.

His cock reacted to her before the rest of him. He smiled and she visibly relaxed. Slowly he kneeled on the bed. Isla’s hand reached out to him and he took it in his. Her skin was like the satin of her underwear.

Gazing at her gorgeous face, he gently kissed the tips of her fingers before trailing them down his torso and planting them on the waistband of his briefs. She gasped with surprise, but took hold of the elastic, still staring back into his eyes. Carefully she peeled the fabric from his body, allowing his cock to spring free of its confines.

Relief washed through him and he balked at the sensation. Isla continued to pull the sodden fabric down his legs, still watching only his face. He put a hand down and helped her remove his briefs and then took her fingers and placed them around his throbbing member. Only then did she look down.

Use this LINK for your copy of ISLA’S IRISH COWBOY.

 

Now meet Bella Settarra…

Bella

In Bella’s world all the heroes are gorgeous hunks and the heroines are always beautiful. Having said that, she firmly believes that ‘handsome is as handsome does’ and that ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’. (She is also a big fan of clichés as well as alliteration! J)

She has been hanging out with her ‘imaginary friends’ for a  few years now and finds the profession exhilarating and intriguing.  Her stories are all Erotic Romances, although they vary considerably in subject-matter.

One of the things she absolutely loves to write is light BDSM and her Collar and Cuffs series (Etopia Press) received an ARe Bestseller Award for Waiting on Summer, which has also been nominated for a BDSM Con Golden Flogger Award. This series was set in a BDSM club in Miami, and was a joy to write.

She also loves writing Cowboy Romances and was thrilled when the first book in her The Men of Moone Mountain series, (Etopia Press), entitled Ménage on Moone Mountain, received a nomination for the Ménage Romances Fan’s Award 2015 and became an ARe Bestseller, and the third book in this series, Ménage on Ryder Ranch was also nominated for the Erotic Ménages Romances Award 2016. The fourth book in this series, Ménage at the Mode Boutique is now also available in digital format. She is currently writing another Cowboy series, Midnight in Montana (Siren Publishing), the first of which, Dallas at Midnight, is already available in digital and print formats, while the second book, Meet Me at Midnight, is available in digital format at present. Her latest release is Isla’s Irish Cowboy, which is the fourth of her new series, The Cowboys of Cavern County (Totally Bound Publishing).

Her writing career began, however, in the fantasy/myth genre, with her first series Sirens and Sailors (Siren Publishing). Although this was a series of six novels, it actually started out as a short story! This was a delight to write and was proof positive that her High School Classical Studies lessons weren’t entirely wasted.

She has also had a couple of short stories published in Men for Hire and Men for Hire 2 (Luminosity Publishing) and a paranormal story in the anthology Shared for the First Time (Romance Rebels Publishing). She even had some rather raunchy poems included in Coming Together in Verse.

Not everyone is perfect – but it’s the character flaws which make them interesting, she believes. As in life, things don’t always run smoothly, but  the twists and turns provide the drive to keep going, even when it just feels like an uphill struggle. Bella is currently fighting her own battle against breast cancer – a battle which she is determined to win – and believes that all women have the right to feel sexy even when they are battle-scarred.

She hopes you enjoy your foray into her world and would love to connect with you at:  Blog: http://bellasettarrabooks.blogspot.co.uk/
Website: https://www.Bellasettarra.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Bella-Settarra-698746553486932/
Twitter: http://twitter.com-BellaSettarra
Website: https://www.bellasettarra.com/
Amazon page: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Bella-Settarra/e/B00I7927E8/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

 

Weekend Excerpt–LUKE & BELLA

LUKE & BELLA KINDLE

LUKE & BELLA is the story of two professional television journalists who are thrown together to produce a new travel program.

Bella, an experienced reporter and news anchor, is thrilled at the prospect of the job of a lifetime–traveling the world and creating great television.

Luke’s more jaded.  World-weary, he’s coaxed out of premature retirement by the promise of complete creative control over the project.  Well, shared control with the host of the show, a redhead with “nice gams,” according to his old friend and executive producer, Charlie.

Traveling to exciting cities, staying in luxurious hotels, it’s no wonder they fall in love.  But it all happened so fast.  Luke realizes he hasn’t been completely honest with Bella.  He’s Dominant.  And he thinks she’d be the perfect submissive.  If he tells her now, he could lose her forever.  Or, he could risk everything on the chance that they could have it all.

LUKE & BELLA, the first book in the Dream Dominant Collection, holds a special place in my heart–it was the first book I ever published.  When I had a cover done for my latest book, FOR SPARROW, Dream Dominant Book 3, I decided LUKE & BELLA needed a brand new cover, too.  Both were designed by the fabulous and talented Linzi Basset, a brilliant erotic romance writer.

So I’m celebrating the new cover with this excerpt from LUKE & BELLA.

Luke ordered a light dinner of tapas delivered to the suite along with a bottle of local wine.  Bella wore a fluffy white bathrobe.  He’d put on faded jeans and a grey t-shirt.  She smiled lazily at him across the table, a woman sated.  He poured them both some wine and they nibbled on the baked feta and tomatoes, olives, and fresh fruits and breads.

Bella sighed and said, “I was thinking…”

“Uh-oh,” Luke laughed.

She gave him a wry smile.  “Seriously!  I was thinking about that really nice evening you planned for us in Edinburgh.”

“Yeah, you liked that, did you?” he asked, grinning.

“Um, yeah!  Wine, music, flowers, an amazing dinner, mind-blowing sex…what’s not to like?” she said.  “But, I was thinking that I should plan an evening.  You know, it’s my turn.”

“No, I don’t think that’s necessary,” he replied slowly.

“Not necessary?” she laughed.  “I’m not saying I feel obligated, just that I’d like to return the favor, so to speak.”

Luke waited a moment, considering his response.  The timing’s a little sooner than you planned, Cowboy, he thought.  Play it safe or risk losing her?  Decision made, he took the risk.  “The thing is, I’m not a fan of surprises.  I’m something of a…dominant…kind of guy.  I like making the plans,” he said evenly.

Bella looked at him, brow furrowed.  “You’re a ‘dominant kind of guy’?  As in, Dominant/submissive ‘dominant’?” she laughed lightly.

“Well, yes,” he said, looking at her directly.

Bella blinked.  “You’re kidding, right?” she asked incredulously.

Luke shook his head.  “No, not kidding.”

Her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open slightly.  “I don’t understand.  What does that mean that you do?”

He shrugged.  “Whatever makes me and my partner happy.  Blindfolds, restraints, spanking, safe words.  When we play a scene, she is mine, completely surrendered to me.  And I protect and care for her.”

When she didn’t reply, he continued, “It’s not a big deal.  I like to be in charge when it comes to romance, to sex.  I like to be the protector, to take care of my woman.  And,” he added softly, “if it doesn’t blow your mind too much, I think you are the perfect submissive.”

She shook her head slowly, eyes wide with disbelief.  “You are SO barking up the wrong tree.  I am anything but submissive.  I need to be in control.”

“I’ve noticed,” he said quietly.  “But you’re not good at it.  I said before that you try to control things by putting them into neat little categories, boxes.  When that doesn’t work, you shut down.  Imagine not having to control.  Not having to think or worry.  Just letting go and allowing someone else to be in control for a while.”

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” Bella whispered.  “You have lost your mind!”

“I understand your reservations.  Between your father and your ex, you’ve never had a man in your life that you could completely trust,” he said gently.

Bella felt as though she’d been gut-punched.  His words rang in her ears and she knew they were true.

“I am that man, Bella.  Do you trust me?  You can completely let go.  It will be the most freeing experience of your life,” he stated with quiet confidence, looking at her steadily, hoping to reassure her.

She shook her head again.  “I’m falling in…” it came out as a sob, “and now I realize I don’t even know you!”

She abruptly left the table and went into the bedroom, emerging a few minutes later completely dressed in jeans and a white tank top.  On her face was the hard, closed expression he’d seen that night in Amsterdam.  “I’m going out for a while,” she told him firmly.

“Bella, I wish you wouldn’t go alone.  It could be dangerous,” he worried.

She waved him off and walked out the door, closing it behind her.

“Shit!” Luke exhaled deeply, and he ran his fingers through his hair, wondering if he’d made a mistake, if he’d lost her.

Luke & Bella new cover 1

Not only does LUKE & BELLA have a beautiful new cover, I redid the interior as well, using one of the new themes on Draft2Digital, so it has a fresh new look inside, too.  Be sure and check it out.  New paperbacks will be available soon…

You can get your copy at books2read.com/LukeAndBella.