Weekend Excerpt–LUKE & BELLA

They traveled the world looking for excitement.
But love is the ultimate adventure.

Strong-willed ginger Bella Grant is a take-charge television journalist with an appetite for adventure. Handsome and sexy Luke McGillicutty is a world-weary photographer coaxed out of premature retirement with the promise of traveling the world with a smart, spunky redhead. They’ve been paired up to create a new brand of television travel program.

Traveling to romantic destinations, staying in first-class hotels, finding adventure at every turn, it’s not surprising that the two fall in love. Luke is stunned to realize that Bella is the woman he’s looked for his whole life. She’s beautiful, smart, funny, and courageous.

The only thing is, Luke hasn’t been completely up front with her. He hasn’t told her that he’s into BDSM. He could play it safe, keep the relationship going exactly the way it is. But Luke wants more. As a Dominant, he craves the intimacy that a Dom/sub relationship provides. And he knows without a doubt that Bella is the perfect submissive. How will she react if he approaches her about submitting to him as a Dominant? Maybe she’d be intrigued by the idea. On the other hand, he could lose her forever.

Life on the road working with Bella is great. Nights spent in Bella’s arms are amazing. Should Luke just be satisfied with the way things are? Or should he risk everything on the chance that they could have it all?

The Dream Dominant Collection is a series of stand-alone contemporary erotic romance novels featuring sexy, Dominant men and the strong, red-haired submissives they find irresistible. Each story centers around a light BDSM theme. Here’s a teaser from LUKE & BELLA, Dream Dominant Book 1. But beware…Spoilers abound!

The bedside clock blinked 5:12 am. Bella couldn’t wait any longer. What little sleep she’d gotten had been fitful, troubled.

She looked over at Luke who was snoring softly and her heart skipped a beat. She loved him so much. He’d been kind the night before, not mentioning her breach of protocol, recognizing her need to be at his feet. After her knee time, he’d taken her to bed, holding her tenderly to his chest, allowing her to let go of her concerns for a short while. She knew he assumed she was having her period and she hadn’t bothered to correct him. Plenty of time for that, she thought.

Quietly, she got out of bed and went into the bathroom, carefully closing the door behind her. She switched on the light and located the brown paper bag she’d gotten from the pharmacy the day before. Opening the box, she removed the flat plastic stick from its wrapper. She reread the instructions, then followed them meticulously, knowing she couldn’t bear to get this wrong. She placed the stick carefully on the counter of the vanity and set the timer on her phone.

Don’t look until the time is up, she instructed herself. Thirty seconds in she broke her own rule and glanced at the test. A blue plus sign in the circular window near the end of the stick appeared to her like a neon sign.

Her pulse pounded in her ears. It does that at first, she thought desperately. Then the plus disappears when it’s negative.

You know better than that. She hadn’t heard her father’s condemning voice since she’d left his grave weeks before. Now he was back, Nathan Epperson Grant, II, as the voice of Reason.

The timer chimed and with a shaky hand she picked up the stick. The plus sign was still there, only now it was a darker blue. That’s it, she thought. I’m…Shit! She stuffed the test back into the box, the box back into the paper bag, and shoved the whole thing into the drawer of the vanity.

She met her own terror-stricken gaze in the mirror. I need air, she thought. I can’t breathe. Panicked, she hurriedly threw on black yoga pants, a white t-shirt, and a jacket. Luke didn’t stir as she quietly opened the door and left the room, heading for the hotel lobby. In the elevator, she realized she hadn’t left him a note. I’ll be back before he even wakes up, she decided. Then, we’ll have to talk. She felt nauseated and her eyes filled with tears.

The elevator doors opened to the lobby and she strode purposefully toward the revolving door to outside.

“Good morning! You’re up early,” she heard a familiar voice say. It was Ann, one of their dining companions from the previous night. She and the other women were dressed for the gym.

Bella tried to pull herself together. “Um, yeah, I was in the mood for a walk,” she replied, smiling brightly.

“Are you alright?” Tanya asked.

“Oh, yes, needed a little air is all,” Bella said. “I’m just heading out…” she indicated the door.

Tanya spoke quietly to the others, “You go ahead. I’m going to see what the matter is.” She followed Bella out into the early morning.

“What’s wrong, Bella?” she asked sympathetically. “Did you and Luke have a row?”

Bella turned and looked at her in surprise. “God, no!” Bella answered quickly. “He’s not even up yet. It’s nothing, really, just…”

Tanya gave her a quizzical look.

“I’m pregnant,” Bella said quietly, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I just did the test.”

“Congratulations! That’s brilliant,” said Tanya. She hesitated for a moment. “Isn’t it?”

Bella sighed. “It’s just so…unplanned.” She wiped away a tear. “Luke doesn’t know yet. I don’t know…”

Tanya put her arm through Bella’s. “Come. Let’s go find some tea and have a chat.”

They ended up across the street from the Hotel Miramare, in a tiny cafe, one of the few open so early in the morning. The historic district was stunning in the light of the sun rising over the water. Bella sat at a heavy antique wooden table near the front window while Tanya ordered for them at the counter.

She returned to the table shortly with a pot of tea and two cups. They sipped in silence for a few minutes.

“So you’re having a baby?” Tanya said, breaking into the silence.

Bella breathed deeply. “Yeah. I guess so.”

“Or not,” Tanya probed.

Bella looked at her. “Unplanned as it is, I’m having this baby. Definitely!” she said determinedly. “As to whether or not Luke will be involved…” she trailed off. “He made it pretty clear that he wasn’t interested in marriage. I can’t think he’d be interested in a baby. I owe it to him to tell him, I suppose. But I’m afraid he’ll think I did this on purpose, to trap him or something.” The tears were back again.

Tanya reached for her hand. “That man loves you. He may surprise you, you know.”

Bella was about to reply when her phone rang. “Speak of the devil,” she said nervously.

LUKE & BELLA by Pandora Spocks

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Weekend Excerpt–RANSOMING REDEMPTION

Michael Rannigan sees the writing on the wall.
And he’s determined to find redemption.

He knows he’s spent his life keeping everyone at arm’s length. He’s burned bridges and destroyed friendships, leaving a path of destruction in his wake. But he thinks he’s found a way to make things right. At least for the one person who’s never given up on him.

Maggie Flynn’s life is changing quickly. Just when she’s decided make work her focus and to be content with being single, she has a new man in her life. Thanks to Michael and his interference, anyway.
Bobby is almost too good to be true, with his tall good looks, his sexy Cajun accent, and his irresistible lop-sided smile. He’s head over heels for Maggie. She knows she’s found the real thing.

Together, can they face the biggest challenge they’ve ever endured.

RANSOMING REDEMPTION is the third and final book of fan-favorite 5-Star reviewed Rannigan’s Redemption trilogy.

Here’s a teaser.

Michael sat back in his chair at the large oak conference table and relished the feeling of being in control.  It had been too long since he’d done real casework.  He’d forgotten how it felt, the rush of knowing that he held all the right cards.  His charcoal grey suit hung a little loose due to the weight he’d lost, but he still knew how to project a confident presence.  Figuring it would negatively impact his intimidation factor, he’d left his oxygen in the rental car.

 Bobby sat quietly beside him, tension radiating from his body.  Michael had thoroughly prepped him.  “Don’t say anything.  If they speak to you, look at me.  Above all, don’t let them bait you.”

Across the table, Deanna in her white blouse and navy blue knee-length skirt with her honey blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, looked more the sad abandoned single mother than the scheming opportunistic gold-digger that she was.  Her gaze flitted nervously between Michael and Bobby.  Beside her sat her attorney, a stocky middle-aged man with a sad brown comb-over who tried and failed to stare down Michael. 

Oh, you poor uninformed little man.  I used to eat guys like you for breakfast.  Michael slid his benign poker face into place.

On the other side of Deanna sat Gary Olsen, formerly a Rangers outfielder, now headed to Seattle.  He wore an aqua polo shirt with jeans, and he radiated anger as he absently cracked his knuckles, his eyes drilling into Bobby with unconcealed hostility.

“Well,” said Michael, “Mr. Beaulieu and I have come an awfully long way to just sit here and look at each other.  Let’s get down to business.”  He let his gaze drift across the three seated on the other side of the table.  “I know we can settle this thing today, without some prolonged trial.  Here’s the deal; we don’t want full custody just for now, just until you change your mind.” 

He spoke directly to Deanna as he slid her a set of documents.  “If you walk away now, it’s for good.  My client is ready to give you a very generous settlement in exchange for your giving up full parental rights in perpetuity.  You’ll also be required to sign a nondisclosure agreement, obviously.”

The other attorney cleared his throat.  “I’m not sure that’s what Mrs. Beaulieu has in mind.”

Deanna shook her head, her ponytail swinging at odds with her head.  “No way.  We want to go to court.  He owes me more money than that.”

Michael smiled coldly.  “I’m reasonably certain that Mrs. Beaulieu would prefer to avoid a prolonged trial.  I’ve done a little research.”  He removed a file from his briefcase. 

“You know a Mrs. Silvia Avelar, right?  Isn’t she your housekeeper?  We have a sworn affidavit by Mrs. Avelar stating that on more than one occasion she heard you and Mr. Olsen arguing about Savannah.  According to Mrs. Avelar, you both referred to the child as…” he pretended to scan the document, “a brat.”  He looked back up at Deanna.  “And this was in the presence of the child.”

“What I said was,” interjected Gary, “I’m not going to be suckered into raising this fucker’s brat offspring.”  He pointed at Bobby emphatically.

Michael saw Bobby look down at the table, his jaw shifting tightly.  The other lawyer cautioned Gary to be quiet.  Michael turned his gaze back to Deanna. 

“I have another sworn statement by Gloria Stevenson who says that you once arranged for her to babysit Savannah for the evening and that you failed to return home that night, instead calling her the next day from Mexico?”  He allowed an amused twinkle in his eyes.  “Wow.  That’s not exactly responsible parenting, is it?” 

Michael started to put the paper down but immediately picked it up again.  “Oh, and it was Mrs. Stevenson who came to pick up Savannah when you were arrested under suspicion of DUI and the little girl was in the car with you.”

Bobby’s head jerked up and he looked from Deanna to Michael and back again.  Michael chewed his lip to keep from smiling.  Sam Mainor had discovered a wealth of information that even Bobby didn’t know.  His priceless reaction helped shepherd Deanna where they needed her to go.

“We’re not here to beat up on Mrs. Beaulieu.  She just wants to make sure that she’s not cheated in this process,” the other lawyer said.

Michael smirked.  Finally this guy jumps in. 

“Unbelievable,” Bobby muttered, his gaze returning to the grain of the table.

“Really?  You’re going to judge me?”  Her face twisted with anger.  “Let me tell you something.  I thought if I married you, I’d be happy, and we’d have a fabulous life.  I wasn’t ready to be a mother.  I got pregnant on purpose because I didn’t think there was any other way.”

Bobby slowly raised his eyes and spoke softly.  “I always knew that.  I didn’t care.  I loved you and I love my child.  I won’t stand for you to mistreat her.  Walk away, Deanna.”

“Now, you have our terms, which I think you’ll find are more than generous,” Michael said.  “Understand, it’s a limited time offer.  If you refuse to sign today, the offer is off the table, and we take it to court.” 

He smiled sympathetically.  “In court, I present all this testimony, plus some more I didn’t bother with today.  You lose Savannah, and you lose the settlement we’re offering.  Hell, you’ll end up paying my client child support.”

***************      

At the airport, Michael and Bobby were greeted by a few photographers snapping their pictures and shouting questions.  “Beau!  Why do you want sole custody of your daughter?”

Mirrored aviators in place, Bobby kept his head down and followed Michael to the first-class lounge.  There they found a quiet corner and sank gratefully into a pair of large leather chairs.  Casually, Michael turned on his small oxygen tank and placed the cannula in his nose, inhaling deeply.

“How did those reporters know to be at the airport?” Bobby asked, his voice resigned.

Michael shrugged slightly.  “Somebody always talks.  I doubt it was Deanna.  She has too much to lose.”  He glanced up at Bobby.  “Listen, you may want to take Maggie and Savannah away for a few days until people lose interest.”

Bobby looked grim.  “Maybe you’re right.  We could go sailing around the Keys for the rest of the week.  God knows I could use a vacation after all this.”

Michael nodded.  “Call Mags.  Get her to meet you at the airport.  I’ll make some arrangements for you while you do that.”

Taking his phone from the pocket of his jacket, Bobby called Maggie.  “It’s over.  She signed the papers.”  He sounded tired.

“Good,” Maggie said.  “I’m glad it’s done.  How are you doing?”

He sighed.  All he could think of was being in Maggie’s arms.  “I just want to be where you are.  I need you.”

“I’m here for you, babe.  Come on home.”

“There’s a change of plans.  I want you to pack enough things for a few days and bring Savannah to the airport.”

“What?  Why?” she asked.

“Because even though we had Deanna sign a nondisclosure, somehow the word has gotten out.  There were reporters here at the airport.”

Maggie blew out a long breath.  He could hear her anxiety.  “I suppose Rance will understand.  What about your work?”

“They’ll get it.  They don’t need this publicity any more than I do.  When we get back I’ll just have to make it up to the people who cover for me.”

“Okay, then.  We’ll see you at the airport.”

“I can’t wait.  And Maggie,” he added, “pack tropical.”

RANSOMING REDEMPTION by Pandora Spocks

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Weekend Excerpt–BROKEN HARTS

Two weddings.
One Valentine’s Day.
And hearts will be broken.

A wedding on Valentine’s Day? It’s beyond cliché.
But it’s what Ali Hart’s niece Shannon wants. So Ali will wear the pink tulle bridesmaid’s dress, carry the rose and eucalyptus bouquet down the aisle, and keep her opinion to herself.

Ali is back in New York to get ready for the wedding, but her older sister and brother seize on her visit as the perfect time for Ali to make arrangements for their elderly father, who can no longer independently care for himself.

A navigational error puts Ali on a collision course with destiny. Now what?

***
A wedding on Valentine’s Day? It’s perfect.
Unless you’re not positive that she’s the one for you.

In the dark recesses of his heart, Logan Pryce knows that Catherine von Hollen isn’t the love of his life. The daughter of his father’s business partner, they’ve known each other for years. She’s blonde, gorgeous, and everyone loves her. On paper, it’s perfect. On paper.

A chance encounter with a nameless redhead on a crowded subway platform causes Logan to question everything he thought his life was going to be. Will he stay with the safe bet, or will he take a chance on something more?

If you love your romance with a little heat and plenty of heart, you’re going to love Broken Harts!

In this steamy scene, Logan realizes that it’s time for him to make a choice.

In the still of pre-dawn, Logan gazed up at the ceiling of Ali’s bedroom and sighed contentedly. Her head rested on his shoulder as his right arm cradled her. His left arm curled beneath his head on the pillow.

At the sound of her steady breathing, he smiled. When he’d invited her to lunch, he’d had no thought of ending up in her bed.

He shifted his lips thoughtfully. Well, to say no thought wasn’t entirely accurate. He’d allowed the occasional notion or two to blossom into full-blown fantasy, fodder for a private jerk-off session in the shower here and there. And there had been a stray thought or three when she’d shucked her coat at the restaurant earlier in the day, that form-fitting sweater dress clinging to every curve most deliciously. His cock had certainly taken notice.

He allowed himself a silent whistle.

Still, he would never have broached the subject. Not on a day like today, with the drama of her father being lost. It would have felt manipulative, somehow.

But it had been Ali who had brought it up, Ali with that heated gleam in her soulful brown eyes, and he’d been helpless to respond in any other way than he had.

There on the sofa in the den, they had made out like two starving souls, each practically clawing at the other, lips desperately seeking and finding, until Logan thought he’d explode right there. With a knowing smile, Ali had stood up and taken his hand, leading him to her bedroom, where she shut and locked the door behind them.

In the privacy afforded in her room, Logan had shed all pretense of self-control, hurriedly tugging first at her clothes and then his own until they stumbled toward the bed in a tangle of discarded garments. He scarcely waited for her to retrieve a condom from her bedside table before he plunged himself into her.

He closed his eyes and replayed the moment in his mind, relishing her gasp in his ear as he took her that first time. He hadn’t lasted long. He had known he wouldn’t. It had been a long time.

Catherine usually couldn’t be bothered, and when she acquiesced, he usually ended up feeling like he’d had to talk her into having sex with him. Which was why he hadn’t bothered in months, preferring his own hand and a vibrant fantasy life.

That first time on the bed had been followed up in the shower, where he and Ali had adjourned to clean up. The memory of her perky tits, water dripping from her luscious, imminently suckable nipples, her water-slick, shapely ass… Softly, he whistled again as his cock stiffened at the memory of taking her a second time against the marble wall of the shower.

The third time had been different, much slower and more sensual as he’d gradually brought her to climax twice, each time with Ali whimpering softly as she attempted to stifle her orgasm.

Note to self, he thought. Next time, we go to a hotel. The thought pleased him. He wanted to hear Ali’s pleasure unfettered by the presence of other people in the house.

Next time.

Pressing a light kiss to the top of her head, his thoughts strayed back to when they had first arrived at the Hart’s apartment. Taking care of Ali’s father had involved a flurry of activity. Logan had stayed in the background as much as possible, grateful when Mrs. Smith offered him warm, dry clothes in place of the damp, clammy ones he had worn in the snow. While changing in the hallway bathroom, he had taken the opportunity to call Catherine to apprise her of his missed flight.

She had taken it as he’d known she would, anger reducing her conversation to short, clipped responses. No doubt there would be hell to pay when he returned home.

Of another thing, there was no doubt, as well. Logan couldn’t marry Catherine. He didn’t love her; it was as simple as that.

Honoring their hair-brained pledge had been a bad idea from the get-go, but at that low point in his love life, it had seemed like a reasonable consolation.

A hell of a reason to get married, he chided himself.

Ali shifted slightly, sighing softly in her sleep. Logan gazed down at her and held her closely, appreciating the sense of warmth that flooded his soul.

No, he couldn’t marry Catherine. He didn’t love her. He loved Ali. He knew it as surely as he knew his own name. And if he were honest, he’d known it since he’d first seen her in the subway station. He was utterly in love with Ali Hart.

The only thing to do was to call off the engagement. Logan resolved to do it as soon as he got home.

BROKEN HARTS by Pandora Spocks

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