Weekend Excerpt–Luke & Bella

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LUKE & BELLA is Dream Dominant Book 1.  It’s the story that started it all, the very first book I ever published.

Television journalist Bella Grant is offered the job of a lifetime–touring exciting cities and finding adventure as she creates a brand new television travel show.  She’s been teamed up with veteran photographer Luke McGillicutty who’s been lured out of early retirement with the promise of having free reign to create the show he wants.  With Bella’s collaboration, of course.

Traveling to exotic locales, staying in 5-star hotels, is it any wonder they fall in love?  But it all happened so fast.  Luke hasn’t been completely honest with Bella.  If he tells her the truth now, he could lose her forever.  Can he risk everything on the chance that they could have it all?

Here’s a little teaser 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.

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Weekend Excerpt–CHASING ORDINARY

Who doesn’t love a modern-day adult fairy tale?

Redhead woman embracing her man on snowy winter day

Europe’s most eligible prince.
A gifted sculptor who has no idea who he really is.
She’s everything he ever wanted…if he doesn’t blow it.

When artist Petey Cavanaugh agreed to show her steel and glass sculptures in a Manhattan gallery, she never planned on falling in love with a prince.

Following their chance meeting on a rainy evening, Nik realizes Petey doesn’t know who he is, and he savors his first-ever taste of ordinary. He knows he needs to be honest with her, but before he comes clean, Petey discovers the truth for herself.

Feeling humiliated and betrayed, she refuses to have anything to do with him. Will she give him the chance to explain? Or has his lie of omission cost him everything?

Here’s a new teaser from CHASING ORDINARY.

The man reached to shake her hand.  “Ms. Cavanaugh, enchanted.  We’re pleased to have you dining with us this evening.”

Dining?  Petey glanced around, seeing only a handful of small private planes and a red helicopter.

“If you’ll step this way, we’ll be ready to go.”  The man led them to the helicopter, which struck Petey as not unlike the one they’d flown in that night in Manhattan.

Petey climbed aboard, sliding over to allow Nik to climb in beside her.  She buckled her seatbelt and picked up a set of headphones.  “A helicopter?”  She arched an eyebrow.

“It’s a very exclusive restaurant,” Nik quipped, putting on his own headphones.

The engine roared to life and the rotors began spinning.  The aircraft lifted off the ground, and soon, Lars, Ada, and the car looked like toys far below.  Excited, Petey reached for Nik’s hand as they rose even higher.  The ground below was covered in a layer of snow, making the farms and forests look like a winter wonderland.

“That’s Ansgar,” Nik pointed out as they flew over the castle.  Petey could just make out her workshop and the barn with the brand-new stable behind it.  She leaned over to give Nik a kiss.  He smiled with pleasure.

After they flew over the estate, they banked left and headed toward the mountains.  The rolling farmland faded away as jagged granite mountains rose before them.  In the space between two peaks, Petey saw a vast open space covered in what looked to be deep snow.  Something clearly manmade marred the pristine snowfield, but Petey couldn’t tell what it was.

The helicopter circled around and landed at the edge of the snowfield.  Petey could now see that the rectangular anomaly was a dining table carved out of the snow.  Flanking it on either side were benches, also carved out of the snow.  While the table was elegantly set for a formal dinner, the benches were covered with red blankets, and each seat was defined by a thick white fur.

The pilot opened the helicopter door and let Nik out.  Nik, in turn, reached out for Petey’s hand, helping her climb down.

He smiled down at her.  “See why we needed ski clothes?”

She nodded, eyes shining.  “This is the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Good.  Let’s have dinner, shall we?”

They chatted quietly over fresh seafood and champagne.  The only other people were the pilot and the two servers, who remained discreetly at a distance unless they were needed.  Warm enough with a blanket pulled over her lap, Petey gazed out across the valley to the snow-capped peaks in the distance.

When she looked back, Nik was smiling at her.  “Do you like it?”

She couldn’t stop the grin.  “I love it.  You know it isn’t necessary, though.  All this,” she rolled her eyes, “fancy stuff.”

He smiled at her tenderly.  “I know.  That’s why I wanted to do it.”

Together, they toasted the sunset as the receding light painted the sky in glorious shades of purple, rose, and orange.

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Weekend Excerpt–Unintentional Work In Progress

With my newest book Chasing Ordinary officially launched and doing well, I’ve started my next one, the fourth Dream Dominant tentatively called Warrior Mine.  It’s a spin-off from Lost & Bound, and already 20k words in, I’m getting excited about this book.  It’s the story of Blake’s friend Scott, and his romance with Blake’s sister, Jackie.

I don’t own these images, they’re from Pinterest, but they’re from my Warrior Mine board.  Follow me there to get insight into my inspirations for my stories.

But…

For the last week or so, I’ve had a different story in my mind that I just can’t let go of, so I’ve begun writing a new story I’m calling Voices for now.  I added it to my Teasers tab, but for some reason it doesn’t show up.  I thought I’d share the first chapter.

RUN!  Every fiber of her being screamed at her, willing her to shake off the fog that veiled her mind, willing her to save herself. 

bigstock--209735947 Jenny Danvers shakily pushed herself into a sitting position in the back seat of the black SUV, ignoring the pulsing of her swollen left eye, trying desperately to focus with her right one as she peered through the dark-tinted windows.

Her minders, Slater and Wilcox (she had no idea of their first names, nor did she care to know) had left her in the back seat of the SUV when they’d gone into the truck stop for a bite to eat.  They’d assumed she was unconscious, which she had been, momentarily knocked out by Slater’s right jab to the right side of her face.

This after backhanding her across the mouth.  Tentatively, she pushed her tongue toward her puffy lip, her mouth filled with the harsh metallic tang of her own blood.  Her teeth seemed to be intact, no thanks to Slater’s meaty blow.

All because she’d fought him.  And she’d do it again.  Every time.

She might have no say when it came to Victor Sorkin, when he summoned her in the middle of the odd night, or when he gifted her to certain esteemed business associates.  But she’d be goddamned if she’d allow Victor’s slimy minions to presume to take their fill of her.

The trio been on their way from Los Angeles to San Francisco.  An arms dealer with whom Victor wanted to do business was staying at the Four Seasons.  Jenny was meant to be a good-will offering for the weekend.

Currently, she had a bigger problem, though.

“Now what are you going to do?” Wilcox had whined.  Jenny, her head pounding, had feigned unconsciousness.

“She’s all beat up.  We can’t take her to San Francisco like that.  And we can’t take her back to Mr. Sorkin, either.  He’ll want to know what happened.”

“She’s not going to tell him anything,” Slater had snarled.

“But what will you tell him?” Wilcox had wondered.

Slater had growled and punched the dashboard.  “Stupid retard cunt!  Kicked me in the balls so hard, I still can’t breathe right.”

“What are we going to do?”

Squinting through her good eye, Jenny had seen Slater turn to look at her.  “We’ll have to kill her.”

“We?!  What the hell are you talking about?  I didn’t touch her,” Wilcox had squeaked.

“What happens if we take her to San Francisco?  Hauer calls Sorkin to complain about the merchandise.  And Sorkin kills us.” 

He’d glared at Wilcox, daring him to contradict him.  “What happens if we take her back to LA like that?  Sorkin kills us.” 

He’d shaken his head.  “It’s the only way.  We drive all the way to San Francisco.  Because he’ll be tracking us on GPS.  We stay in front of the hotel long enough to have taken her upstairs.  Then we go to our hotel.  We’ll rent a car, take her out into the boondocks, and get rid of her.”

“But Hauer will call to complain that she never got there,” Wilcox had reasoned.

“We’ll say he’s lying.  We’ll say we delivered the girl.  Then it’s all on Hauer.”

Wilcox had nodded slowly.  “It might just work.”

“Come on,” Slater had said, with one last glance into the backseat.  “Let’s go get something to eat and work out the details.  The bitch is out cold anyway.”

After the pair had left, Jenny had forced herself to remain motionless, counting to a thousand before opening her eyes.  By now, her left eye was swelled completely shut, and her lip felt as though it was ten times its normal size.

She had to get out.  They’d be back any minute.  If she rode with them to San Francisco, there would be no escape.  This was her only chance.  She supposed she should count her lucky stars Victor had decided for them to drive rather than fly.

The cloudy day threatened rain, but so far, the day had been dry.  With the midday sun obscured by clouds as it was, Jenny wasn’t certain of the time, but she’d guess early afternoon.  The truck stop was busy, with semis and all sorts of vehicles entering and leaving constantly.

Across the lot, she saw a cowboy in a straw hat checking on a horse in a vintage turquoise and white horse trailer pulled behind a silver pick-up truck.  Seemingly satisfied with the horse’s well-being, he turned and walked across the lot, passing her as she watched from the SUV, and headed inside the restaurant.

GO! her brain screamed at her.

She looked down at herself.  She was not dressed for walking around a truck stop.  In her slinky club dress with its halter top and micro-mini skirt, she was more suited for the function she was expected to perform.

Not any more, Victor.  She kicked off the silver stilettos and glanced toward the restaurant.  She couldn’t see Slater or Wilcox in the window booths.  It seemed safe to assume they were seated further inside.

Carefully, she opened the door and stepped barefoot onto the pavement.  The day was cool, and she instantly felt chilled.  She closed the door quietly, and head down, she moved in the direction of the horse trailer.

Once she got there, she looked around the parking lot.  Everyone seemed to be preoccupied with their own business.  On her tiptoes, she peered into the trailer.  Only one of the two stalls was occupied.  She tried the tailgate hopefully, but it was locked.  Glancing around again, she saw that the lot was briefly empty of people.  She stepped up onto the bumper, reached the top of the tailgate, and pushed herself up.  With one last glance over her shoulder, she leaned forward, tumbling headfirst into the trailer.

The horse, a large brown and white spotted Appaloosa, whinnied in protest, stomping her feet and pulling at the rope tethering her to the front of the trailer.

Carefully avoiding the stomping hooves, Jenny crab-scrambled backwards to the front wall of the trailer.  A large black jacket hung from a hook, and she jerked it down, slipping it on and zipping up the front.

The jacket was huge, probably meant for someone the size of the cowboy she’d seen, but it was warm.  She tucked her knees under her chin and pulled the jacket down over her bare legs and feet, pulling the hood over her head.

Come on, come on.  She willed her heart to stop pounding as she waited for the cowboy to come back and drive them away from the truck stop.

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Weekend Excerpt–Chasing Ordinary

Europe’s most eligible prince.
A gifted sculptor who has no idea who he really is.
She’s everything he ever wanted…if he doesn’t blow it.

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CHASING ORDINARY, my new modern-day adult fairy tale,
launched February 13 to 5-STAR reviews.

When artist Petey Cavanaugh agreed to show her steel and glass sculptures in a Manhattan gallery, she never planned on falling in love with a prince.

Following their chance meeting on a rainy evening, Nik realizes Petey doesn’t know who he is, and he savors his first-ever taste of ordinary. He knows he needs to be honest with her, but before he comes clean, Petey discovers the truth for herself.

Feeling humiliated and betrayed, she refuses to have anything to do with him. Will she give him the chance to explain? Or has his lie of omission cost him everything?

If you love grown-up fairy tales, this is the book for you.

Check out this steamy new excerpt from CHASING ORDINARY.

She turned her face to meet his lips, devouring them hungrily, as he pulled her closer.  Sliding her hands inside his jacket, she helped him shrug it off without breaking the kiss.  Holding her tightly, Nik backed their way to the couch where he sat, bringing Petey to rest straddling his lap, and deepening their kiss.

He slipped his hands beneath her sweater, skimming up her torso to cup her breasts.  Finally releasing his lips, she dropped her head back and gasped as he kneaded her mounds, fondling her nipples, coaxing them into sharp points that strained against the fabric of her bra.  She raised her arms and he slipped the sweater over her head, dropping it to the floor.

Nik leaned back slightly to admire her perfect tits, tantalizingly on display in ivory lace.  When he looked back up, her soft brown eyes flickered with heat.

“I want you.”  Her voice was husky.

He plunged his lips to hers once again.  With his hands on her hips, he pulled her against his burgeoning erection, and she moaned into his mouth.  “Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he murmured.

Gently, he slid her from his lap, and took her hand, leading her to the library door.  “Wait!” she hissed.  “All those people are out there.”

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair.  He blew out a frustrated breath.  “Just one moment.”  He held up a finger.  Planting a quick kiss on her cheek, he slipped out of the library, closing the door behind him.

Petey stood awkwardly, endeavoring to catch her breath.  As an afterthought, she scooped up her sweater from the floor and slipped it back over her head.

Two minutes later, the door opened and Nik leaned into the room.  “All gone.  I sent them all away for the rest of the night.”  He frowned slightly.  “You got dressed.”

“I felt silly just standing here, so…”

“Come,” he held out a hand.  “Let’s get properly reacquainted.”

Not bothering to close the bedroom door, Nik drew Petey to himself once again, peeling off her sweater and her bra as well.  Hands resting lightly on her hips, he gazed down at her.  “You have the most exquisite breasts.”  He cupped them, hefting their weight, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, encouraged by her breathy moans.

“You have too many clothes on,” Petey murmured, reaching to loosen his tie.  She dropped it to the floor and helped him remove his shirt, as well.

Pressing herself to his bare chest, she reached up to tilt his face towards her, claiming his lips with her own.  Nik lifted her, walking to the bed, where he lay her gently.  With an impish grin, he unfastened her jeans and removed them, panties and all, dropping them with the other clothes littering the floor.

His mouth watered at the sight of the neatly trimmed thatch of red hair at the juncture of her thighs.  But he knew he couldn’t hold off any longer.  He undid his pants and dropped them to the floor, releasing the raging erection that would not be denied.  A glance up at Petey showed her eyeing his cock hungrily.

Quickly, he reached for a foil packet in the bedside drawer.  Tearing it open, he rolled on the condom, crawled on top of her, and slammed himself home.  Petey gasped in his ear as she tightly gripped his upper arms.  “Oh, yes,” she hissed.

Feeling his moment rising, he increased his pace, and Petey responded with cries of pleasure.  “Come with me, love,” he encouraged.  On his next thrust, she arched beneath him, calling out loudly, as he exploded in release.

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Watch This Space–ITALIANS DO IT BETTER by Holly J. Gill

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When you taste something forbidden, and all that your heart wants is unattainable. How does the heart handle the pain?

I’m charming, sexy and being the lover of a powerful woman is like taking candy from a child. My life is perfect—I get all the release a man could ever dream about.

I’m happy.

Until she walks into my life.

A woman I have never laid eyes on. I want her and I won’t stop until she’s putty in my hands. She’s my addiction.

Only, little did I know that this addiction would consume me. I never expected the impact she would have on my heart, and now I’m drowning.

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Excerpt:

“Morning darling.” I startled as Peggy placed her hands on my shoulders, squeezing before she landed a kiss on my forehead.

“Morning.”

“Where’s your friend?” She walked over to the coffee machine and started fiddling with the pods.

“She left first thing.”

“I trust she enjoyed her visit?” She grabbed the mug and took a sip. “Sorry I didn’t introduce myself, but I ended up working most of the night.”

“She did,” I said as Peggy sat down on the stool at the breakfast bar.

“Good, she certainly appeared to like Luca.” She hitched her eyebrows as her overly sweet smile slipped just a tad before she glued it back in place, “And I can understand why, what’s not to like?”

I grinned in her direction purposefully avoiding eye contact with her, not wanting to pass comment. I could feel my cheeks heat as images of his gob-smacking body assaulted me. I stared into my tea, hoping that she couldn’t see my face—I was certain that my thoughts were stamped all over it.

“I’ve got a function in London today, which means that I’ll unfortunately be staying in town. Luca’s not quite himself, must be some bug or something.” She slipped off the bar stool as she downed the last bit of her coffee. “I don’t know whether he’ll be about much, but if he shows his face maybe you can entertain yourselves. Watch a movie or something…”

“Are you sure he’s okay?”

“I’m sure it’s just a headache that’s making him feel queasy. He’ll be fine. I think I’ve just worn him out and you know what men are like…dying swans with anything.” She shrugged as she deposited her mug in the sink, turning to leave. “Regardless, I’m sure he’d love the company.”

I followed her out of the kitchen to the front door. One of the staff already had the boot of her waiting car open and was loading her suitcase and some other random looking cases into it.

My skin tingled as I heard the shuffling behind me. Luca stood beside me looking rather pale, he looked drained and stressed. I wanted to reach out and hold his hand. I wanted to wrap my arm around him and tell him that I didn’t care about anything except him. My heart dropped as he took a step away from me, his body tensed as Peggy walked back up the steps to the front door.

“I am trusting you both to behave. I don’t want anyone here whilst I’m gone,” she said, pointing her finger at me. “Including that friend of yours!”

I laughed. She kissed me on the cheek and then turned her attention to Luca. “Go and shake this headache off. I need you fit for tomorrow,” she grabbed his groin and squeezed. He blanched, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“Of course.” He murmured as she went up on the tips of her toes and kissed the corner of his mouth. His fisted hand coming around her but not touching her or pulling her closer.

“You’d do well to remember what I told you yesterday.” She flicked her tongue over his lips. He took a deep breath and opened up for her and she dove right in like some predator ready to pick on her prey.

I tried not to watch, the sounds were enough to make me gag. She released him after a few moments and a one-sided whispered conversation that had him flinching, and finally made her way to the car.

I watched Luca as he stood watching her car disappear down the drive. He took a deep breath, his eyes glistening.

“Fancy a dunk in the pool?”

“I can’t. I’m not—”

“What’s going on Luca?” I reached over and wrapped my hand over his wrist.

“Nothing.” He pulled his arm from me, his jaw clenching as he turned back into the house. “Headache.”

“Talk to me, please?” I touched his shoulder as he started shuffling back down the hall.

“Not now!” He shook my hand off and carried on walking away from me, not once looking my way. “Please? Okay Emma?”

I closed the door and slammed my back into it. I wanted to run after him and make him feel good. I wanted to make him forget everything that was bringing him down and stressing him. I’d never seen him like that. He was always so happy and chilled. I felt like I was missing something and after yesterday, after seeing him outside the office and hearing the way Peggy had ordered him in like he was about to be chastised.

I headed to my room. I was determined to show him a good time without the worry of Peggy showing up. I stripped off my clothes and put on a skimpy black bikini. I fixed the small lace triangles so that they just about covered my nipples, the thin straps caging the plump flesh like a harness. It made me think of the way his body had looked wrapped in the leather straps. My pussy clenched and ached just at the thought. My nipples hardened. I was breathless, and I could feel the heat radiate from my libidinous core to my tingling skin.

I wrapped the thin black lace cover up around me tying it around my waist and made my way downstairs. As I got to the bottom of the stairs a smile formed on my face. My heart swelled as I saw Luca already in the pool. His long arms rotating in and out of the water as he swam his lengths, looking hot and devilish. He stopped halfway through a length as though he could feel me watching him. His eyes squinting in the direction of the house. I took long, bouncy strides to the glass doors, I stopped and smiled at him.

“Are you coming in?” He made his way to the side of the pool. His toned and muscled torso rippling as he walked through the water. He was a vision. A god.

I approached the water’s edge. “I thought you had a headache.”

He dove under the surface, his limbs gliding through the water as he swam toward me. As he reached the edge of the pool he lifted his head out the water, his hair sweeping back as droplets made his stubble glisten, emphasising his chiselled jaw.

“Not anymore.” His eyes met mine and a beautiful smile lit his face.

I stood there for a moment taking stock, etching every sinewy line and ripple into my memory. I lifted my gaze back to his as I untied the lacy cover-up. In slow motion I opened it a little more, revealing my body to him. He took a step back into the water, his breath audibly hitching as his big hungry eyes devoured me. I straightened my arms beside me allowing the soft fabric to slip down my body into a puddle at my feet. My skin puckered with the cool breeze. He licked his lips and quirked a brow.

“Lascia que ti scaldi, bellissima.”

I had no idea what he’d said but either way, I guessed it was hot and sexy. I sat on the pool edge before gently lowering myself in. The warm water wrapped around me and I sighed as his arms followed suit. The front of his body moulded to the back of mine. I let my head fall back into his shoulder as he tightened his arms around me. He ran one of his hands up my body, gliding it over every wet curve. I waited for him to grope my breasts, but his hand just kept going until he cupped my jaw. He tilted his face to mine, his eyes roaming over my face. My heart sped up as he breathed me in. He groaned and I’m not sure why, but this felt different. It felt like more, like I was more to him. I felt hot tears prickle the back of my eyes, my body shuddered as his lips ran up my jaw to my ear in one flaming kiss. I turned in his arms facing him as his lips murmured over mine. “Cara mia.”

He moved us slowly into the centre of the pool. The water feeling warmer the deeper we went, or maybe it was just him wrapped around me. I wasn’t sure whether it was him or the water, but in that moment, I felt like the most important thing in the world. I’d never felt like that in my entire life. I’d never felt like the centre of anyone’s universe. I sighed into his mouth as my fingers curled into his hair. He tugged my long dark strands so that my face lifted right into his. I thought he’d kiss me, but he just caressed my face.

I dropped my head back into the water as one of his hands travelled down my neck to my breasts. He hooked his hand under one of my boobs and held me afloat on the surface of the water. His eyes just ran up and down my face and my exposed skin.

“Sei la cosa più bella di tutta la mia vita, la cosa più bella che mi potesse mai capitare.”

“I don’t know what you just said, but I want to hear it again.” My nipples hardened as his thumb ran up and down the side of my breast.

“Tu sei il mio tutto, Emma,” I swallowed as his hands went to my waist bringing my body back to his. He kissed the sensitive skin just behind my ear before whispering, “Everything.”

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his waist as our chests rubbed. I felt his erection trapped between us. My sex clenched, begging for the merge of our bodies.

He cupped my jaw with both of his hands, his gaze eating into mine “Sei così più bella.”

He brought his face to mine, his lips skimming mine. My tongue licking his lips as I ran it over my bottom one. He gasped before desperately ravaging my mouth. His hands dropped from my jaw to my arse where his fingers dug into my skin like he was trying get right under it. He tugged me impossibly closer to him, his hold on me deliciously painful.

Luca lifted me up on to the side. I had no idea how we’d got there, all I knew was that as my legs dangled into the water, his fingers worked by bottoms off. He ran his mouth up my thighs sucking and nipping at my flesh.

“I need to taste you.” He kissed the smooth skin between my sex and my belly button. His eyes met mine as I caressed the side of his face with my finger and then my thumb.

His hands brushed up the outside of my thighs before he cupped my arse cheeks tilting my sex toward him. Then without hesitation he lapped and sucked at my pussy. He ran a finger up and down my moist slit. His tongue teased and tasted every morsel of me. I tangled my fingers in his hair holding him tighter to me, my head fell back as I relished the feel of his tongue and the vibration of his moans.

He smiled up at me before kissing my clit. His thumbs running up my folds as his tongue licked down to my entrance and back up to my bundle of nerves. I shuddered as he pressed a finger inside, curling it as he massaged my front wall. My elbows giving out from under me as my thighs clamped around his head. I moaned, and he withdrew one finger and pushed back in with two. His third finger massaging the skin between my opening and arsehole, as his tongue circled my clit.

I grabbed my breasts pushing them together and kneading the sides, I was so turned on I could barely breathe. He removed his fingers from my channel and ran his tongue all the way down to my perineum, massaging the sensitive skin in wet, warm circles. He pulled my thighs farther apart and nipped the skin on the inside of my thighs.

“Luca,” I cried out wanting his attention back on my pussy.

“Yes?” He smiled up at me as he ran his nails up the back of my thighs.

“Don’t stop,” I breathed out, “Please.”

He chuckled before blowing on my exposed sex. He ran two fingers through my folds before pushing them into my mouth as he lowered his face back to my pussy. I sucked on his fingers as he did my clit. Sucking harder and harder as the pleasure built up inside me. I was so close…teetering on the precipice.

The ache inside me grew with every second, my core contracted, begging to be filled. He sucked my nub into his mouth and released it with a pop before his tongue filled my pussy. He lapped at my sex, his groans growing with mine.

He withdrew his fingers from my mouth, his hand gently cupping my neck as his other hand worked its way up my thigh. His lips kissed up my body to my neck where he gently bit down as his fingers thrust deep inside me.

Fuck!” I cried out as my body clenched and spasmed around his fingers. I collapsed into him as he stroked my hair, cradling me to him. He wrapped his arms around me kissing the top of my head as I came back down.

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Luca pushed out of the water, sitting on the edge before he helped me to my feet. He grabbed a towel from the lounger and draped it over my shoulders. I wasn’t sure why he did it. If it was to cover my modesty, it was a little late after what he’d just done to me in the pool.

He pulled me to him again wrapping his arms around me, “You’re cold.”

“Am I?” Was I? If I was I couldn’t actually feel it.

He smiled down at me. “Non ti lascerò mai.” He kissed the top of my head again, “Non lasciarmi andare mai, ti prego.”

“That sounds sad.” I looked up at him, his eyes shone into mine. “I may not understand what you said, but I can feel your melancholy.”

“Melancholy?”

“I can feel you’re sad.” I ran my hand down the side of his face as I looked up at him. “What happened yesterday?”

“I don’t—” He took a deep breath, “Is it important right now?”

He picked me up in his arms as he buried his face between my tits. He sucked and nipped at them. Nibbling the skin at the edges of my bikini top. His covered erection jabbed at my sex as he walked us over to the summer house.

“No, not right now.” I laughed as he blew a raspberry on one of my boobs.

He kissed my jaw as he slid me down his body to my feet.

“You like that?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

“It’s safe to say that I really like everything you do to me.” My voice broke as I saw the bed.

The very bed where Peggy had him.

“Luca.” I hiccupped as my stomach dropped, my head shaking.

“It’s clean.” He cradled my head in his hands and kissed the tip of my nose.

I wrapped my hands around his wrists, “I…I can’t.”

“Please.” He sighed, “I want to see you everywhere I look when…when—”

When I leave.

 

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Holly J Gill is an author of Contemporary Erotic Romance, the hotter the better. Holly lives in England in a town called Grimsby with her husband Nigel with whom she shares three children and now twins grandchildren.

Holly has always enjoyed writing since she was a young girl, allowing her imagination to run free. She has a love for cars as well as loving to drive up and down the depths of the UK. She has taken many holidays abroad and her recent trip to the Dominican Republic left her wanting to go back in a heartbeat. Her friends describe her as crazy and naughty minded, even if she tries to pass off as a good girl. If she isn’t smiling, people know there is something wrong.

Holly is a great believer in living for the moment. Her moto is to live for today as you only get one shot at life, there is no rehearsal. When she isn’t writing she’s reading, spending time with her family, friends, or exploring the world, she enjoys music of all genres (depending on what scene she is creating). She likes to go camping with her husband to a certain campsite near York where no one under 18’s are allowed and it is here she spends endless hours writing, reading and enjoying the peace and quiet.

 

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Weekend Excerpt–And Great News for FOR SPARROW!

I’m so thrilled to announce that FOR SPARROW, Dream Dominant Book 3, was named the New Apple 2017 Medalist Winner for Literary Erotica!

The book is special to me for a number of reasons.  First, it’s set in my home of Palm Beach County.  Many of the places Jessi and Judd go, beaches and restaurants and other places, are some of my local favorites.  I also dedicated the book to two lovely subbie friends of mine who inspired the story.

So for it to receive recognition is really the cherry on top!

FOR SPARROW, like all my Dream Dominants, features a light BDSM theme.  In this story,  when Jessi’s husband and Dominant, Graham, dies unexpectedly, she discovers that he’s made provision for her in the form of a surrogate Dom.

Sexy firefighter paramedic Judd promised his friend Graham he’d be happy to look after Jessi until she gets back on her feet, in the unlikely event that something happened to Graham.  But a platonic Dom/sub relationship is a damn odd arrangement.

Could it be that Graham had something more permanent in mind?

Here’s a little teaser from FOR SPARROW.

Slowly, Jessi became aware of the drone of some sort of lawn equipment.  Damn neighbors.

She tentatively cracked open one eye and wondered at the gecko staring back at her.  Holy shit, I slept outside. 

She carefully peeled her cheek from the seat cushion and pushed herself to a sitting position on the lounge chair, immediately regretting the sudden movement.

“Oh, my God,” she groaned, reaching to hold her head.  Still, the relentless sound of trimmers echoed in her ears.  From her position at the edge of the pool deck she could see past the end of the house, and to her surprise, a stranger was in her yard.

Ignoring the pounding in her head, she stood and walked toward the source of the sound.  A tall muscular man with short brown hair was trimming her hedges.  He was dressed in an orange Dolphins t-shirt, khaki cargo shorts, and worn brown leather work boots.

“Excuse me!” Jessi shouted, the effort sending pain shooting through her head.  The man didn’t respond.

Moving closer she tried again, holding her head with both hands to prevent it from blowing apart.  “I said, excuse me!”

Startled, he jumped and turned off the offending machine, his brown eyes made larger by surprise.  “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” he asked.

“What are you doing here?” Jessi asked.

“I’m trimming these hedges.”

Jessi frowned.  “Yeah, I can see that.  I mean, why are you on my property, trimming my hedges?”

The man frowned as well.  “Um, I mentioned to you that I’d be here today to help out with your lawn.”

“Who are you?  When did we decide that you’d come here to do my hedges?”

He smiled in a friendly way.  “I’m Judd.  Farris.  We spoke at the funeral?  I said that I’d be over today to help out.”

Jessi blinked at him, trying desperately to recall ever having had a conversation with this…Judd person.

“Out by your pool?  I know, there were a lot of people here.  It probably all runs together.”

You have no idea, she thought.  Then her memory stirred.  “Oh, you were friends with Graham?”

He grinned broadly.  “Exactly.  Graham and I used to go for coffee every once in a while.”

Jessi aimed for a kind smile.  “Well, look Judd, I appreciate your thoughtfulness.  But you really don’t need to come over here and trim the hedges.  It’s very nice of you, but I’ll be okay.”

Judd shook his head.  “I promised Graham I’d check in on you, take care of things like this.”

“That’s great of you, but there’s no need.  I release you from your promise,” Jessi said, her patience wearing thin.

“It was a promise I made to Graham.  You have nothing to do with it,” he said reasonably, and he prepared to continue with his work.

“I have everything to do with it.  Graham isn’t here.  You’re dealing with me, now.”

Judd let the trimmer hang down at his side and looked at her intently.  “You look like shit, if you don’t mind me saying so.  When is the last time you combed your hair?  You have little leaves in it.”

Jessi’s eyes went wide and she started to reply, but he cut her off.  “You do realize you’re standing in your yard wearing only a stained men’s undershirt, right?  I was trying to ignore it, but damn.  A guy can only keep his eyes averted for so long.”

Jessi glanced down to see Graham’s undershirt, which barely covered her panties, and clung to her breasts like Saranwrap in the humidity of the morning.  “Shit!” she swore.

“No worries, Jessi.  I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I’m done with these hedges,” Judd said as he started the trimmers again and returned to his work.

Jessi hurried back to the pool deck and into the house.

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The Wait is Over! UNORTHODOX CHEMISTRY is Out TODAY!

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Title: Unorthodox Chemistry

Series: The Unorthodox Trilogy, Book #2

Author: Lilah E. Noir

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He was her Master, lover and the only man who truly knew her. She was his pet, best friend and the love of his life. Sometimes that’s not enough.
LINA
He’s gone.
His absence hurts more than any whip.
Thomas saw me for who I was.
Strong on the outside, fractured and vulnerable on the inside.
Every day I struggle to rebuild my life.
I miss him. His rough passion and his affection.
I know we’ll never be together again, I even tried to move on…
… and then one invitation changed everything.
Do I dare to say no to the greatest temptation?
THOMAS
I had to walk away.
Lina paid dearly for my mistakes.
She needs to heal and all that’s left for me is to wait.
In the dark, with nothing but my demons and sins to keep me company.
The memory of her is a bittersweet torture, one I didn’t think I could ever escape…
A year later, at the kinkiest club in town, I saw her. On the arm of another man.
May the seduction begin.

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I pressed her cheek against the hard, metal door and whispered in her ear, “Remember, Lina, you’re the one who came here tonight. You were the last person I expected to see here.” My lips brushed against her sensitive earlobe. She shuddered at the contact. Her eyelids fluttered and she shut them tight. “You must’ve known I wouldn’t miss Allie’s birthday. Don’t play innocent… I know exactly what you’re doing.”
“The world doesn’t revolve around you,” she hissed and tried to hide her face.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” I said softly and ran my free hand down her spine. I traced its curve with my fingertips, found her weak spot, right below the base of her neck, and caressed it with my lips. When she stood still and closed her eyes, I raised a palm and landed it on her ass. It wasn’t the strongest smack she’d ever received from me. The dress protected her bottom so my palm probably didn’t even leave a mark.
Still, she snapped her eyes open and turned to me. She had her ferocious mask back on, without a trace of vulnerability.
“What do you want from me?” The hard notes in her voice shot at me like bullets.
“Me?” I chuckled and took her by the wrists. “I’m the one who should ask that question because I suspect you don’t have the slightest clue what you want, Miss Riley.”
“Let me go.” Weakness crept back into her tone. “I can’t think when you pin me down.”
“Maybe it’ll do you good not to think. Maybe then you’ll be sincere.”

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She was his boss at work and his submissive at all times.
LINA
I’d never noticed him before.
He was just a lonely, scared boy when I hired him.
I was too busy to notice the lust in his eyes.
Now I’m at his feet begging for every bit of pleasure and pain he’ll unleash on me.
THOMAS
She enthralled me.
Her body. Her mind. Her wicked laughter and unreadable eyes.
She was out of my league yet I knew what she longed for.
I only had two months to kill her nicotine addiction and make her crave me.
I’d use every trick I had to claim her as mine.

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After some hesitation, I gathered my hair and stared at him with nervous expectation. He smiled warmly and placed the leather against the front of my neck. Powerful shivers went through me as his deft fingers clasped the metal buckle from behind and fastened the collar around my neck. It was wrong on so many levels, such a symbolic act of dehumanization. So why did my pulse race with excitement? At that moment, another, more powerful, awareness stood side by side with the excitement taking control of my mind. Pride and intimacy. As if I truly was a treasured, protected pet who could put her trust and submission in the person holding the leash. Complicated emotions overpowered any resistance in my brain and a lump got stuck in my throat.
Thomas slid his fingers down the inner sides of my wrists. Then he gently pulled them away, letting my hair cascade down my back. He picked up the leather extension of the collar and moved one step back to look at me.
“You look great like this, boss. Consider it part of your uniform while you’re here with me.” When I squirmed with slight discomfort, he tugged on the leather and chuckled. “I know you like it. I saw how your eyes lit up.”
I did. I felt like someone had lifted the burden of the entire week from my shoulders. My mind was overfilled with emotions raging from relief to lust. Shame had no chance to creep in, but how could I put it all into words when my own body still dominated me, demanding release from the fire of my lust?
I hadn’t realized my vision was blurred with tears until Thomas brushed his thumb below my eyelid and wiped them away. He stroked my cheek with a sympathetic expression and whispered,
“There’s no need to say anything, Lina. You’ll figure it out in the process. Just allow yourself to feel now.”

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Lilah E. Noir is an author of dark erotic novels and psychological stories. Her work has elements of taboo, seduction and different aspects of the BDSM lifestyle, with a touch of romance and tenderness. If you love flawed characters, submissive alpha females, unconventional dominant heroes, angst, emotional darkness, lots of kinky sex scenes her books might be your kind of pleasure.

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