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His Impertinent Wife by Gracie Malling.only found in Six of the Best AnthologyRELEASE DATE: MARCH 24Add it to your TBR ->-> https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/38908931-six-of-the-bestPre order Link ->-> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BBTCV94/Excerpt: Andrew took Lettie by the elbow and marched her over to their bed. He sat down hard on the edge, planted his feet hip width apart and then tipped his wife over his lap. It was the work of a moment to pull up her skirts and petticoats, revealing her beautiful bottom to his gaze, creamy white, trembling and just begging for a little colour. Andrew was only too happy to oblige. “Oh!” she squeaked as the first smack landed. Perhaps she had been expecting him to be gentle? Andrew smiled. Silly, silly girl… He brought down his palm again, striking the very crest of her right cheek and watching a perfect red handprint form in his wake. Satisfied with his handiwork, Andrew applied the same treatment to her left cheek with similar results. “Oh… ouch!” “Punishments are supposed to hurt, young lady,” he said, keeping his voice firm, though inside he was grinning like a hungry wolf. “No more falsehoods, is that clear?” When she made no reply, he rained down a barrage of hard, fasts smacks on the lower half of her bottom cheeks that made her kick her feet and shriek. “I said, is that clear?” “Yes, sir! Yes, sir! Please…oh!” “Keep those feet on the floor.” “Yes, sir,” she sniffed, immediately pressing her slipper-clad feet back down into the floorboards. “And if I ask you a question, you are to answer me directly. Do I make myself rightly understood?” “Yes, sir,” she replied at once. “Good girl.” Andrew rested his hot palm on her bare bottom and the sight of those reddened cheeks trembling in anticipation of further punishment caused him to wish that it were bedtime already and all their guests had gone home. “Now, you are going to receive six more. Thank me after each one and apologise for lying.” Andrew raised his arm to shoulder height and then brought it down in a powerful arc, his palm striking her bottom with great force and speed. He watched as her cheeks bounced and shook from the impact, and then he smiled inwardly at the little whimpering cry she emitted a moment afterwards. “One, thank you, sir. I – I am sorry for lying.” “As you should be.” He brought down his hand for the second time with just as much force as the first. “Ow! Oh! T-two, thank you, sir. I am sorry for lying.” And again. “Oh! Oh sir! Three, thank you, sir. I am sorry for lying.” Andrew fought to control his own urges as he delivered the fourth smack. The sensation of Lettie jolting and squirming over his lap upon impact was almost enough to drive him to distraction. What a bewitching little thing she was, the way she arched her back and pointed her toes… and the way she clenched her thigh muscles together and wriggled her bottom from side to side as though attempting to shake away the sting. He paused to squeeze her sore bottom cheeks, making her hiss. “Are you learning your lesson, Laetitia?” “Yes, sir,” she whimpered. Add it to your TBR ->-> https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/38908931-six-of-the-bestPre order Link ->-> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BBTCV94/The End Zone, a sexy sports romance from LJ Shen is coming April 1st!The End Zone Author: LJ Shen Release Date: April 1st Designer: Letitia Hasser at RBA Designs Photographer: Rafael Catala Model: Jorge Del Rio SynopsisJolie Louis is a smart girl. She knows that her best friend, Sage Poirier, is a bad idea. He’s a walking, talking cliché. The Adonis quarterback with the bulging biceps and harem of fangirls trailing behind him on campus like a stench you can’t get rid of. Sadly, it is also the very reason she can’t seem to stay away from him. No, wait. That’s not fair. They’re also roommates, at least until May, when they graduate from college. Jolie is already straddling the line between friendship and more when Sage comes to her with an offer she cannot refuse: be his fake girlfriend and live for free for the rest of the semester. She tells herself that she can handle it. He’s just the boy she saved ten years ago, right? Wrong. So very wrong. He is a man now, and she is his captive Heart, body, and soul… Add To GoodreadsAbout LJ:L.J. Shen is an International #1 best-selling author of Contemporary Romance and New Adult novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat. Before she’d settled down, L.J. (who thinks referring to herself in the third person is really silly, by the way) traveled the world, and collected friends from all across the globe. Friends who’d be happy to report that she is a rubbish companion, always forgets peoples’ birthdays and never sends Christmas cards. She enjoys the simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends, reading, HBO, Netflix and internet-stalking Stephen James. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.Connect with LJ:Facebook I Twitter I Pinterest I Instagram I Mailing List I Website We are so excited to be revealing the cover for the upcoming BLACKSTONE by J.D. Hollyfield. BLACKSTONE is the first book in the Four Fathers series written by four bestselling authors and will be published on April 2nd!About BLACKSTONEI am meticulous. Structured. A single father. I obsess over things and crave control. And when a hot, feisty little woman throws a wrench in my carefully laid out plans, I lose my mind. My every thought revolves around making her bend to my will—until they become less about her doing things my way and more about just her. My name is Trevor Blackstone. I am an obsessive, complicated, demanding man. People may not understand me, but it doesn't stop them from wanting me. *** Four Fathers Series by bestselling authors J.D. Hollyfield, Dani René, K Webster, and Ker Dukey Four genres. Four bestselling authors. Four different stories. Four weeks in April. One intense, sexy, thrilling ride from beginning to end!Add BLACKSTONE to your Goodreads TBR here!Don't miss the other books in the Four Fathers series!Blackstone / Kingston / Pearson / WheelerAbout J.D. HOLLYFIELDJ.D. Hollyfield is a creative designer by day and superhero by night. When she’s not cooking, event planning, or spending time with her family, she’s relaxing with her nose stuck in a book. With her love for romance, and her head full of book boyfriends, she was inspired to test her creative abilities and bring her own stories to life. Living in the Midwest, she’s currently at work on blowing the minds of readers, with the additions of her new books and series, along with her charm, humor and HEA’s. J.D. Hollyfield dapples in all genres, from romantic comedy, contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, fantasy and erotica! Want to know more! Follow her on all platforms!Website / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram / Pinterest / Goodreads
Title: Hothead
An Irresistible Series Standalone
Author: Stella Rhys
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Vivian Monir
Release Date: April 3, 2018
Blurb
He's the hottest player in Major League Baseball, the most notorious playboy in all of Manhattan...
And my fake fiancé for the next three months.
I was drunk-dialing my ex the night I met him.
Six-three, sexy as sin and so incredibly rude I could smack the asshole smirk right off his face. Long story short, we got off to a bad start. But when the tabloids interpret our sparring as Drew Maddox "groveling" with a "mystery brunette," his agent presents us both a proposal:
Shacking up as a couple this summer.
Itâs an alleged âwin-win.â I need to prove to my ex that I'm fine. Drew needs to prove to his team that he's stable. Thanks to his on-field brawling and never-ending lady drama, Drew Maddox has suddenly found himself on the trade block - which means he needs a fast, easy way to show the team that he's settled down.
Hence this fiancé thing.
Our fights are real, our kisses are fake, and thanks to the nonstop heat between us, Iâm starting to mix up all my signs. But whether itâs real or fake, thereâs one thing I do know:
Iâm already addicted.
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Stella Rhys is an author of contemporary romance and can't help but write it hot, steamy and borderline filthy (just kidding, it's just flat-out filthy). Writing aside, she lives for coffee, the Knicks, the Yankees and cooking recipes way out of her league. She was born and raised in New York and now lives there with her husband and charmingly entitled fur babies.
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The Accused Wife by Jaye Peaches.only found in Six of the Best AnthologyRELEASE DATE: MARCH 24Add it to your TBR ->-> https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/38908931-six-of-the-bestPre order Link ->-> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BBTCV94/Excerpt: He offered her a seat in his study. “You do recall what was agreed last week?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow. She flicked open her fan and fluttered it as fast as a hummingbird’s wings. The room was not hot, not even remotely stuffy. “Yes.” She stilled her fan. “Sir,” she added diligently. “Would you like to re-consider?” Behind his back, he clasped his hands together and prayed she had not changed her mind. She peeped out from behind the pastoral scene depicted on the fronds of the fan. “I continue to seek resolution to my affliction.” He curtailed the temptation to smirk at her choice of words. “Affliction?” “My guilt…my naughtiness.” Carelessness was a more suitable word. Whether her actions were anything else was unlikely to alter their arrangement. He had done far worse things in the name of king and country than leave out a vial of laudanum on a bedside table. Arsenic might have led to a far different conclusion to her fate. However, he understood she wished for penance, an absolution, and he would deliver it in the name of justice. Private justice. “Then, be so good as to carry out my orders,” he said firmly, but in a manner of calm detachment. She battered her eyelashes. “Orders? Please, could you repeat them?” She held her breath. Alexander’s member stiffened, and he straightened his back ready to issue his explicit request as sternly as possible. Clearly, she desired it. “Remove your clothing, young lady. Strip. Present your derriere over that chair.” He pointed at the elegant Chippendale. “Your feet hooked about its legs and hands grasping the armrests. Hold still while I thrash your bottom with my strap.” He reached over to his bureau and presented the chosen implement—a long thong of hide, which although soft to stroke, was thick enough to deliver a resounding whack. She gasped and snapped her fan shut, revealing her mouth in the form of a small ‘O’ shape. Her eyes widened into dark moons. “Yes, sir,” she whispered. Add it to your TBR ->-> https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/38908931-six-of-the-bestPre order Link ->-> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BBTCV94/ONLY BOUNDLESS LOVE CAN SILENCE THE WHISPERS OF THE PAST . . . A broken woman. A damaged man. A free spirit intent on saving them both. Elysia ‘Sia’ Willis lives a solitary life. The only person in it is her big brother, Ky, vice-president of the infamous Hades Hangmen. She loves him, but she has absolutely no love for the outlaw MC he belongs to. Raised in secret by her mother, Sia grew up separated from her brother and distant father. No one knew she even existed. After the tragic murder of her mother, Sia spiraled into a rebellion against the rules of the Hangmen. A rebellion with dire consequences that now, years later, she still can’t escape. As she lives once again in secret, happy on her own at her secluded ranch, a devil from her past comes calling. A devil who wants to possess her once again and take her from the simple life she never wants to lose. And he will stop at nothing to collect what he believes is his: her. Valan ‘Hush’ Durand and Aubin ‘Cowboy’ Breaux have finally found a home in the mother chapter of the Hangmen. The notoriously private Cajun twosome have, for now, put aside what chased them from their beloved Louisiana. But as threats toward the club build, Hush and Cowboy are given a task—protect Elysia Willis at all costs. Cowboy welcomes the job of watching over the blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty. Hush fights against it. Scarred by events from his past and a secret that plagues his everyday life, Hush refuses to let anyone else get close. Only Cowboy knows the real him. Until a certain sister of the club’s VP begins to slowly knock down his defenses, shattering the heavily built walls that guard his damaged soul . . . with his best friend leading the charge. As lost and open hearts begin to meld, taking each other from indescribable pain to the never-before felt relief of peace, the newly-mended threesome must first endure one more rocky path. Only then will they finally shake free of the shackles of their pasts. Only then will they shed the bonds that have for too long held their happiness captive. And there is only one way to survive that path . . . together. Dark Contemporary MFM Romance. Contains scenes of violence and explicit sexual situations. Over 18’s only.
Sia High Ranch, Austin, Texas Present Day “Steady . . . steady . . .” Sandy’s ears flicked back and forth as she heard me soothe her from my place in the center of the ring. I kept my newest mare’s training rein loose as she trotted on the sand. Her coat was lathered with sweat; so was my forehead. The sun was burning a hole in my jean-clad ass. “Okay, enough for today,” I announced, both to Sandy and myself. I had just fed her with hay and water and locked her stall door when I heard the all too familiar sound of motorcycles roaring in the distance. Frowning, I headed out of the barn. I walked to the front of my house and spotted two Harleys as they approached my door. Styx and Ky, I realized, giving them a surprised wave. They didn’t wave back. I perched on the top step of my porch as they pulled to a stop and flicked out their kickstands. Ky smoothed back his long hair and strode toward me. I got to my feet. “What y’all doing here?” I hugged Ky. He held on a little too long. It was weird. I pulled back, curious, only for him to look out to the distance, checking around my ranch. I was about to ask him what was up when Styx came toward me and gave me a brief one-armed hug. “Hey, Styx. How’re Mae and Bump?” A flicker of a smile graced Styx’s lips. “Good,” he signed, but my attention snapped back to Ky when my brother said, “Get inside, sis. We need to talk.” He grabbed my elbow and guided me forcefully up the porch steps. “Hey!” I said. He pulled harder, not releasing my arm. “Hey! Dickhead!” I wrenched my arm back. I turned on my heel to meet my brother’s moody-ass face. “What the hell are you doing?” “For once in your fucking life, will you just do as I say, Sia?” Ky said, exasperated. His face was red . . . in fact, so were his eyes. I crossed my arms across my chest. “What’s wrong? Why are your eyes all bloodshot? Why do you look like shit?” I shook my head. “And more to the point, why are you handling me like a damn child?” Ky sighed. His eyes closed, and he opened his mouth to speak. But then he didn’t . . . Styx cleared his throat. “Been a stressful time lately.” “Why?” I asked, immediately panicked. “Is Lilah okay? Grace?” I quickly checked my brother over for wounds, or . . . hell, I didn’t know what else. What the hell trouble bikers could get into. “Are you okay?” My heart started pounding, some weird sense of dread seeping through my body like a poison. Ky opened his eyes and nodded. “Everyone’s fine.” But I could see through his pretense. I was just about to call bullshit when Ky blurted, “Garcia’s back.” I was sure the warm wind was blowing, because I saw strands of my blond hair floating in front of my eyes, but I didn’t feel it. Ky’s mouth was working, saying something I was meant to hear, yet to my ears, he made no sound. I was lost to the memory of heavy footsteps on creaking floorboards as they approached my room. Memories of screams and barked orders scourged my mind . . . and his touch, his fingers running down my back, his lips nipping at my ear as he caressed my burned flesh. As-- “Sia!” Ky was holding my arms, shaking me from my stupor. I blinked, but a suffocating lump clogged my throat. I blinked fast to rid the flood of tears from my eyes. “Sia,” he repeated, softer this time. I stared at my brother, wordlessly. “Get inside.” I let him lead me into my home and to the couch. A glass of whiskey appeared in my hand a second later, courtesy of Styx. I knocked it back in one, relishing the burning feeling that filled my chest. I shakily placed the glass on the coffee table and turned to look at Ky. “You better?” “Yeah,” I said. “He’s . . . he’s found me?” My voice was choked. I couldn’t have hidden my fear even if I’d wanted to. “Not yet,” Ky assured me. He got to his feet and began to pace. “Some club shit went down a while ago, and Garcia was involved. Fucker saw me and Styx.” Ky met Styx’s eyes. Styx nodded. Ky removed an envelope from the pocket of his cut. He placed it before me. I stared at the obviously expensive stationery on the table. My hands shook as I slowly reached forward and opened it. A Polaroid picture peeped out. When I finally pulled the picture out and turned it to face me, every ounce of blood in my veins seemed to drain to my feet. A single black rose. A black rose, on a bed I recognized so well. There was no note. No explanation. But I didn’t need one. This image spoke more than a thousand words ever could. “Mi rosa negra,” the echo of his voice whispered in my mind. His heavy Mexican accent sliding around the words like a delicate silk scarf wrapped around a thorn-studded vine. All of the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. “Where . . .?” I cleared my throat. “Where was this sent to?” “The club.” Ky slumped to sit beside me. “Don’t like the cryptic shit”—he pointed to the Polaroid—“but I know that it’s his brand or something, yeah? The one he forced on you? On the girls he traffics?” I instinctively ran my hand over the plaid shirt covering my shoulder, where the small black rose tattoo had once desecrated my skin. I could still feel the scar under my fingertips, out of sight but never gone. And if I ever dared show my bare skin to the sun, a white outline would form as the area around it tanned. Erased, yet forever seared into my very flesh. Worse still, the longer I stared at that picture, the more someone else flickered to my mind, a face I reflexively recalled several times a day. Brief images of what might have happened to her. But only ever enough to taunt me; I didn’t know how to mentally unlock the rest. Where she was-- “Sia!” Ky called. I blinked into focus. My brother kneeled in front of me. “You’re coming home with me.” I shook my head. “No.” My arms wrapped over my chest, a shield to fend off the thought of leaving. “I don’t want to.” I swept my eyes around my home. The only place I now ever felt safe in. “You know I can’t leave.” Ky went to speak, but I cut in before he could. “I know I went to y’all’s weddings. I wouldn’t have missed them for the world. But I can’t leave here for too long. I . . . I . . .” I searched for more of an explanation, to put into words the vapid stream of anxiety forming in my stomach like a black pit, stealing all of my courage, my reason, my sanity, my very being. It was ironic: when I was a teen, I made a vow to leave Austin and stop all contact with the Hangmen. Then, one escape . . . That was all it took to make me wish I had never set foot outta Texas. Never cut all ties with the Hangmen. And one man . . . One man, named Garcia, to make me long for the lazy Texas days and the sound of horses’ hooves padding on the grass outside of my old bedroom window. “I don’t give a shit if you wanna come or not, Sia. You’re coming, and that’s that.” The lack of empathy in Ky’s outright order broke through the mental fog that shielded my inner thoughts. A fire ignited the kindling that lived within me. My chin tilted high and my eyes narrowed to stare at my brother. “Don’t you dare speak to me like that, Kyler Willis. Don’t mistake me for a club whore who’ll jump at your command.” Ky’s face reddened. But I wouldn’t be spoken to like this. Right now, my brother resembled the one man who’d treated me like an errant child. A man I blamed for all the shit in my life. “I love Lilah, I truly do. But I am not some meek and submissive woman who’ll accept your orders. I’m your sister, not your fucking lapdog.” Ky slowly rose to his feet. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. “Does he know where I live?” I asked my brother. He didn’t answer. “I said, does Garcia know where I am?” Ky’s eyes snapped open. “It’s only a matter of time.” I got to my feet, ignoring the shaking of my legs. I boldly met Ky’s eyes. “Then I ain’t leaving my ranch. I’m hidden. I’ve been hidden for years. False identity. False deeds on this place. For Christ’s sake, I live in the fucking boondocks. No one around for miles. He ain’t making me leave my home. I won’t give him that satisfaction.” “Think again.” Ky stood taller. “Get upstairs and pack a bag, and tell that young bitch we hired to help you that she’ll be taking care of things around here ’til you’re back. Tell her there’s a family emergency or some shit.” My heart pumped faster. “I. Ain’t. Going. Clara can’t deal with everything herself. We have two mares in foal, two saddle broncs that need training. I’m needed here.” We argued back and forth, back and forth, voices and tempers rising, until a loud whistle cut through our squabbling. I snapped my eyes to Styx, who was standing before the fireplace. His face was like thunder, and he looked like a fucking Titan, he was so huge. He raised his hands. “Sia, grab your shit. You’re coming with us.” I swallowed, defeat settling over me like an unwelcome rain shower on a sunny day. “Ky, calm the fuck down.” Ky turned and bust out of the front door of my ranch. I watched my brother go. I had an eerie feeling that this—the argument, his shitty mood—wasn’t all down to Garcia. Styx cleared his throat. “You two are way too fucking similar. Both a pain in my ass.” He paused, then signed, “More going on at the club than you know. So how about you chill the fuck out with all the dramatics. I get enough on the daily with my fucknut brothers without adding you into the mix.” His lips tightened, and I knew I wasn’t gonna get my way. “You’re coming with us. I ain’t giving you an option. You’re Hangmen family. And that fucker is sniffing around. Pack your bag so we can get the fuck gone.” Feeling like a sulking teen, I stormed past Styx toward my bedroom, shouldering him as I passed. He didn’t even move. “Sometimes I fucking hate the family I’ve been born into. Chauvinistic pricks. Y’all have fucking god complexes.” Styx didn’t even flinch at my words. “As long as that complex belongs to the Dark Lord holding a noose and an Uzi, I’m fucking all right with owning that shit. It’s the way it is. Ain’t gonna change because you’re pitching a fit,” he signed. “You don’t have to like my orders, but you will obey them.” Then he added, “You’ve got ten minutes,” before he left to go after my brother. Too angry to even give two shits about what was wrong with Ky—it was probably some “club business” I wouldn’t be allowed to know anyway—I stuffed clothes and toiletries into a bag and called Clara to ask her to watch the ranch while I was gone and get help from the vet if she needed it. He owed me a favor or a million for taking in sick horses when his practice was full. Ten minutes later, my house was locked up and I was in my truck, following my brothers to the Hangmen compound. With each mile I drove away from the safe haven of my ranch, I felt less and less myself. I heard Garcia’s voice in my head, telling me he was coming for me. Threatening that he’d own me once and for all. But like Kyler, I was good at covering what was bothering me. So I’d pull up my big-girl panties and stay at the club for a while. As we passed through downtown Austin, lights from South Congress Avenue illuminating the cab of my truck, I let two images of Hades guide me: his smug face, and a noose, reminding why I ran away all those years ago. This club was quicksand. A quicksand in which I was hell-bent on not getting stuck. Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city. After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel. Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters. Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels. When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.
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---------------------AUTHOR INFORMATION:Stephanie St. Klaire debuted in 2016, launching her writing career with Rescued, the first book in the widely popular, five book series known as McKenzie Ridge. Stephanie is a Pacific Northwest native currently living in Oregon with her husband, five children, and two ferocious lap dogs. As a writer, Stephanie brings realistic circumstances to the pages, and fills them with real emotion, reactions, and outcomes. Her characters are passionate, have bold personalities, and full of life. She writes happily ever after’s, with plenty of twists, turns, drama, and of course, steamy romance. Stephanie has always been a story teller, with the gift of “gab”, and a life-long goal to be a writer. Unfortunate circumstances with her health, finally afforded her the time to do so. Irony at its best, she began writing her first novel at an adverse time, to escape her circumstance and explore the stories in her imagination for relief. She is happy to share those stories with her readers, and bring a little fun, entertainment, and of course smexy characters to the pages. Follow Stephanie St. Klaire on Social media to learn more about her, and to keep up with her work.AUTHOR LINKS: Sign up for Stephanie's Newsletter Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads | Instagram | Amazon Petticoat Tyrant by Vanessa Brooks.only found in Six of the Best AnthologyRELEASE DATE: MARCH 24Add it to your TBR ->-> https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/38908931-six-of-the-bestPre order Link ->-> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BBTCV94/Excerpt: His hand roved the expanse of her curvaceous bosom. Her attempt to stay his hand resulted in a slap to her thigh. She squeaked but acquiesced to his explorations without further interruption until he lowered the front of her gown and freed her breast. His mouth latched onto a puckered nub as he suckled her budded nipple. She groaned then appeared to recollect her surroundings, struggling she castigated him about the impropriety. He slapped her thigh a little harder this time. She retaliated with a sharp smack on his cheek. In an instant he had her face down across his lap. Her velvet travel dress tossed above her waist, with no hoop to contend with his need to correct her was made easy. Owen brought his palm down with swift emphasis. He was amused by her attempt to keep silent, obviously she was well aware of the coachman sat above them but after several stinging blows she would certainly be overheard as she wailed a plea for him to stay his hand. “I shall desist if you give me your word of promise not to withhold your person from me again. As your husband, I shall decide the propriety of any given situation, not you. If I want to touch my wife, the woman who belongs to me, then I shall do so. Is that understood, Cassie?” “Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes, what?” he asked with mock severity. She could not see the twinkle glinting in his eye, face down as she was. “Yes, Sir,” she answered, sounding a little cowed. His grin returned. “We are in accord then. If I let you up, will you submit to my desires?” He soothed her chastened orbs, now tinged a delightful pink. “I will,” she agreed softly. He settled her upon his knee. Cupping her cheek with his hand, his thumb swept over her full bottom lip. Eyes sheened with tears and her mouth turned down in an obvious sulk. He chuckled. Leaning in, he kissed her pouting lips. After a few moments she responded and his arms tightened about her as the kiss deepened into passion. He moved a hand over her bosom, seeking her budding nipple. He toyed with the raised nub, this time his questing fingers elicited moans of desire from somewhere deep inside her. Gently he laid her back on the seat and pushed up her skirts. “Bend your knees and put your feet upon the seat,” he cajoled gruffly. She gasped but obeyed him. He pale thighs parted revealing the slick pink flesh of her quim. Her clitoris peaked from between like the dark pink stamen of some exotic flower. He ran a finger down her divide, enjoying the fact she trembled at his touch. Lowering his mouth to her inner thighs he kissed and nibbled his way to her centre, his tongue stiff as he eased it into the small portal of her vagina. She was soft as velvet but still so very tight, it would take a good few rides upon his cock to ease her small entrance. She appeared to be unaware that she was making the most delightful little mewls and gasps as her hips shifted upward to meet his questing tongue. All complaints of impropriety appeared forgot as she writhed mindlessly, enjoying his ministrations. Nibbling her now prominent pearl, he slipped a finger inside her channel; her essence flowed as he added another digit. She began to pant, whimpering his name. “Come, Cassie, give me your pleasure.” She cried out at his words, bucking so much that he found it necessary to hold her down as he lashed her core with his tongue. He kept his grip firm as her culmination ripped through her, flooding his mouth with her dew, proof of the power he had over her blissful eruption. He enjoyed the sight of her satiated body, lewdly displayed as she fell into a comatose drowse, making no attempt to cover herself. His cock ached with demand. Add it to your TBR ->-> https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/38908931-six-of-the-bestPre order Link ->-> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BBTCV94/The Razor's Edge Series by K.L. Myers returns March 26th with book 2, HEART BEATS! A Rocker Contemporary Romance
I lived for the rock and roll lifestyle. She didn't belong in my world...
At the age of four, I held my first set of drumsticks.
I was hooked. All I ever wanted to do was beat out a rhythm.
By the time I was thirteen, I was obsessed with becoming famous.
By the time I was twenty-one, Razor’s Edge was a household name.
I was the rock star I’d always dreamed of.
I was living the dream: fast cars, and faster women.
I was hooked on what turned out to be an illusion.
Yes, I was famous. Yes, I was rich.
Yet no one told me I would ever be this unhappy.
Drugs, booze, and women became my vice.
I was on a path to destruction,
counted more visits to rehab than beats I could tap out on a drum.
I was trapped in a world I couldn’t escape.
But from my darkest days emerged a shining light.
Will her light be bright enough to survive my hell,
or will my darkness kill the only happiness I’ve ever found?
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MEET THE AUTHOR:
KL Myers was born an Air Force "brat" in West Berlin, Germany moving with her family from Germany to Colorado to "hell", aka Arizona where she resides with her husband David & their fur babies (3 cats & a dog). They have 2 grown daughters & 3 grandchildren.
KL has a passion for collecting PEZ dispensers & hot romance. When she isn't juggling family & a full-time executive job, KL indulges her other passion- writing.
Her books & novellas show a pension for a bad boy with a heart of gold. Coupling her bad boys with strong, independent women who don't need rescuing, just maybe a taste of naughty redemption! Her characters will pull you in & leave you satiated, yet panting for more, More, MORE!
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