Freedom in Chains by Ann Raina- Being His Domme Filled Her Dreams #BDSM #Futuristic #RomanceNovel

It’s the story of Julian, convicted for drug-dealing, who serves his crime working for Kyra, who slowly but surely finds out that she likes the convict. Her neighbor, Oliver, is quite a help on the way and not really neutral…

Blurb

Boston, 2021. When Kyra Jennings, a young and successful business woman, decides to give Julian Bithrell, a sentenced convict, a second chance, she does not know that he will meet her most secret desires in bondage games.

However, at the same time an unknown assassin tries to claim her life and the convict seems to bear a threat of his own. Will Kyra solve the mystery and save her life and her love?

Excerpt:

The moment Julian switched on the lawnmower, Oliver appeared on his rear porch, stretched like a cat and yawned. Dressed in robe and house slippers, he came over to meet Kyra on the porch. His gaze went down to sleeping beauty.

“Mornin'. You found Gregory?” Oliver took a deep breath and listened to Kyra's explanation then nodded.

“Okay, I follow as far as the hunk taking in my boy, but…” He looked up and squinted. “Can Mrs. Bickerham look into the kennel without, say, binoculars?”

“Nope.”

“I thought so. Tricky old lady, she is. Is there another mug of tea for me? I mean, only if there's one left.”

“Yes.” She went to fetch it and pressed the mug with hot tea in his hand upon her return. “Here you go.”

“Grumpy? Oh, you missed a part of the show, I see.” He squinted to watch Julian at the end of the lawn. “Is this swell of chest real or just a reflection of light?”

She did not answer that.

“Those nipples…” He squinted more and waited until Julian's bare upper body was closer. “Wow. They're just perfect. The size… Imagine nipple clamps on them and…”

“Stop drooling on my porch, Oliver!”

“This is like some frickin' show, you know, Kyra, when they show you all the muscled guys playing pool boy and such. And the real deal is just a harlequin from next door. But he's…very real.”

Julian was close enough now to see the nice partition of his chest, the washboard abs and the swell of biceps. Oliver gulped down some tea, but his eyes were glued to the convict leading the lawnmower.

“Goodness, yeah, yeah, turn around, yes.”

“Oliver…”

“Oh, okay, I know.” But Oliver did not stop watching and neither did she. Julian made a turn with the mower to present his backside. “Good in jeans, but—” He turned to her, frowning. “Why do you let him wear jeans for mowing?”

Kyra took a deep breath. Oliver was such a bad influence! She could imagine Julian too well without clothes. She wanted to perish the thought, but it returned in a loop.

“Do you think that Mrs. Bickerham is at her binoculars right now?”

Olivier laughed. “You mean after the demonstration of my domination over Gregory she'll wait for me to take down Julian?”

He wiggled his brows. “Nah, that would be your show, not mine.”

“Not mine, either. Locking up Julian in the kennel, yeah, right. Forget it,” she warned when he turned to continue the daydream.

“But just think of it.”

Unable to stop him, she sighed. Only with a gag. Oh, hell, he might like that.

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Freedom in Chains
Copyright © 2008 Ann Raina
Cover art by Martine Jardin

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About Ann

Writing… That’s one of the hobbies that has never left me, never stopped entertaining me and will, hopefully, never end to be exciting and new every time.

However, the way to become a published author took time and, yes, courage. It’s the decision to be brave enough to be judged by professionals if your writing is worth to be printed. The jump into cold water was rewarded by my first contract with eXtasy books in July, 2007.

Freedom in Chains was published on February, 1st, 2008.

The second novel, also a SciFi story touched with romance and BDSM, is also contracted by eXtasy books. Since it’s a long novel, the chief editor of the publishing house suggested to release it in three parts. The first one’s now available, the other two will follow in fall and winter of 2009.

I’m beyond 40, live with my family in Germany, full time working mother and wife, and live a really blessed and happy life. Maybe that’s the reason and the roots to writing nice… and partly not so nice books.

#MySexySaturday-He Was Sexy To Her, Despite The Danger That Surrounded Him #RomanceNovel #MF

This week’s theme is My Sexy Warrior. This is our nod to any story that has a character in it one would consider a warrior or warrior like. 

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Here is an excerpt from my WIP.  Most women didn't find him or his profession very sexy but she was the exception...

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Meet my inspiration for Dillon, the main character in my WIP-

He's hot isn't he?  Believe it or not, he has a problem getting and keeping women because of his job...

Source Unknown

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Excerpt:

Dillon thought for a moment.  He recalled all the times he'd been on dates and brought up his job and what they thought about marrying a guy in his field.  Many said they couldn't handle the stress of being with a man with such a dangerous job.  Then there was the stigma attached to being with a AD officer.  People felt like they had to be on their toes around them lest they turned in for saying something that disturbed the common peace.  Which was ridiculous, people weren't arrested based on what they said, it was because of what they did.  But most of society did not see them that way. That's why the officers tended to run in their own circles, socializing with people in enforcement or some cases governance. It was easier.  

“I don't see it as a problem.” She smiled.  

“What about me?  Do you mind that I'm AD?”

She shook her head.  “I think it's sexy.”

Dillon grinned.  He'd never been called sexy before.  At least not to his face.  But then again, he tended to not look for those kinds of compliments from the criminals he dealt with.  

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Happy New Year Plus Some Thoughts And Book Plans

I hope everyone's New Year's celebration was safe and fun.  I spent mine with family and I had the extra benefit of sharing it with my brother and his fiancee.  They both live out of town so this celebration was made all the more special with them around.  :)

Looking back on 2015, I have to say I am grateful for all the friends and family who have been there in times of fun and misfortune, for jokes and tears and just plain old support of me and my writing tirades.  

I know that 2016 is going to be even better and I hope it will better for all of you too.  

I realize when I post on my blog and Facebook, I hardly ever write anything personal or revealing about myself.  I guess it's because I am such a shy and private person that it's hard for me to open up and talk about these things.  But when I do, I am amazed by all of the support I receive from you guys.  

You guys are so cool! 

I also have some wonderful things that have happened in my writing and things that will happen that I know all of you will enjoy.  Some I can reveal now and others you'll all have to wait for.  

In My Book World!

Okay so here are few updates when it comes to my writing and books...

The long promised wolf shifter novel is finally published.  Liquid Silver Books did an excellent job all the way around in bringing this book to publication.  

I love the way it turned out.  I know you guys will like it too.

Also, if you scroll down on the left side of this blog and look at the box titled WIP or works-in-progress, you will see just a few of the books I am presently working on.  

Though the works mentioned in that box are in no particular order, the next to be published will be a two books in a three book foodie series set in the winter.  They'll be published with DCL Publications who really supported me in the beginning of my writing career with my first sweet romance- 

 and I am delighted and honored to be working with them again.  Unlike my first book, the new series is a contemporary, erotic, m/f, romance with a bit of the supernatural thrown in there for fun!  I have to mention that I getting amazing support from my publisher Pam Seres and my editor Jean Watkins.  They are truly the best.  

Next up, the Love Play Matchmaking Service series-- so far, book three is completed. It just needs to be proofread and revised before I can submit it. 

Book Two and Three Are Coming Soon!

However, I want and need to finish book two in that series before I can submit book three.  My intent is to submit both two and three at the same time to my publisher.  I anticipate they will be done within the next month or two depending on the edits needed for the foodie books that will be published with DCL Publications.  

Of course Love Play will be submitted to Siren Publishing. So no worries there for those of you who are a fan of the first book.  As for what happens in book two and three, I'll just say this...Chris Spinell, Chris Poole and Jilly Reimers have wandered too far way from the mysterious matchmaking service!  But that's all I'll say.

I also have a few more books I'd like to submit to Siren as well but before I can do that I have to complete a few others in my long list of WIPs.

I have so many novels planned for the upcoming year, right now I need to pause, so I can review my spreadsheet before I can tell you more!

Okay I'm back.  I'm also working on a futuristic dystopian erotic romance that I hope to submit to a publisher sometime in the summer.  It is the first book in a series.  How long that series will be, I don't know yet.  The first book in that series is fifty percent completed.  

And finally, I'm really excited about the BDSM series, I'm writing.  It's set in a small town but with a twist. The first book in that series is completed.  It needs to be read by a beta (you guys know who you are) and I've already started working on the second book.  These books will be surprising as well as a little bit scandalous too but in a good way!  I think you'll like the new twist these stories will have when it comes to romance and BDSM.

Well that nearly sums up my writing plans for the new year.  Believe me when I tell you, there are more books in the pipeline so to speak than there are listed in this post-- including a series with a publisher that will hopefully come to fruition soon.  So many of the books, I have on my spreadsheet are earmarked to be completed by the fall or winter because there are others I need to write before then.  

Either way, I'll be switching back and forth between my traditional male and female romances to male and male romances too.  And you never know there might be a sweet romance thrown in their for fun too.

So...thank you guys for always being there.  And I hope you all have a Happy New Year.

Until then- happy reading.  

And as always you can catch me and my books on your e-reader or computer.

All the best!

-Clare

Sneak Peek Sunday- A Snippet From My WIP- Futuristic BDSM Romance

The first book in my futuristic erotic romance series is untitled as is the series. This is because I name the book and consequently the series after the first book is done.  Only then am I able to see the lives of the characters more clearly.

So here is a quick look at the first book in my erotic futuristic romance series.  This book has BDSM elements.

Excerpt 

Broderick sipped his beer.  Slightly on the warm side, it was a bit more pleasant than the scotch he'd been drinking earlier.  Not much of a whisky drinker, he'd developed a taste for beers and ales when he was in the Hekademos.  Once he became of age, he often frequented the pubs in town with Pezal and a few of their friends and unwound with a few beers. It was the only way he'd been able to bear their rigid structure. Unfortunately, their style of teaching was replicated at the UEMF academy ultimately becoming a permanent part of himself.

Joette settled in beside him.  He was happy Pezal had finally gotten the message and introduced them.  It wasn't that he was shy, he'd just grown reticent of approaching women outside of their known circle.  It had been a long time for him to get past the mishap that happened ten years ago.  And now that happiness had returned, he did not want to risk losing it again with someone with a  potentially biased opinion.

But she held none of that.  He saw it in her eyes and the way that she looked at him, especially when they were on the balcony.  Her sweet, submissive demeanor instantly rose his protective instincts within him.  He saw himself wrapping his arms around her and shielding her from the dangers of the world.  Only asking that she never let go in return.  He wanted her. He had to have her.

Everyone laughed jarring his thoughts back to the moment.

“When he turned down an assignment on the mighty Kroaschiral,” Pezal said, “Captain Mon was floored.  Or so that's how he tells it.”

  “I'm not interested in leaving the Kar Dao.  She's just the way I want her and the idea of some young kid coming in and messing up my ship--,” Nicolas Edner said.  The ship's head engineer and Pezal's boyfriend, the two were very much in love.

Broderick cleared his throat.

“Sorry, Commander,” he said smirking.  “I meant your ship.”

“Actually, I did that because a bitter from this tawdry ale you've been serving became lodged in the back of my throat,” Broderick said frowning at the bottle.  “But I get your meaning.”

“Of course,” Nicolas said shooting him a weary glance.

Everyone laughed.

“What?” Broderick asked setting the bottle aside.  

“Let's be honest, we all know how you are,” Nick added.

Feigning innocence he shrugged his shoulders.  “I've no idea what your talking about.”

The remaining members of the crew groaned in protest around him.  Surrounded by his entire crew, they were more than just co-workers to Broderick. They were his family.  The ship was not only where they worked, he considered it be their home.

“The ship is ours not mine,” Broderick said resting his arm on the sofa back.  It nestled easily behind Joette.
He hoped she was enjoying herself as much as he.

“Though you rule it with an iron fist,” Pezal added.

“I'm thorough not maniacal.”

Everyone laughed even louder.

“With that admission, I am turning in,” Nick said standing.  “I will see most of you tomorrow.”  He paused and glanced at his watch.  “Or shall I say later.”

He leaned down and kissed Pezal.

“I'll be in after I clean up,” Pezal replied.

He looked at his watch.  It was after one a.m.

“You know I should get going as well,” Joette said rising.  “Thank you for inviting me I had a good time.”

“Did you?” Pezal asked kissing her on the cheek.

“Yes I really did.  I'm glad.”

“I'll be leaving as well,” Broderick said as the rest gathered their things.

He had an important meeting to attend and the last thing he wanted to do was to be too drowsy to pay attention.

“Okay, see you at headquarters tomorrow,” Pezal said flashing him a wry grin.  He then jerked his in Joette's direction.

Broderick frowned.  “Looking forward to it.”

Joette grabbed her jacket off the arm of the sofa.  Broderick held open the door as they stepped into the hallway.

“I'll take you home,” he said finally speaking.

“That won't be necessary,” she replied not wanting to seem too needy.

“Pezal brought you here did he not?”

“Yes, but really it's no problem I can take a cab.”


“I insist.”

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Coming to a publisher real soon!

To Take A King by Stormy Glenn; Book One in the Venusian Trilogy

Blurb

Elves are from Venus, wolf shifters from Mars. Vampires come from Saturn, humans live on Earth... and one man is king of them all...he just doesn't know it yet.

Nicolas Callon had no idea that his life was going to change the day he turned twenty five. He had simply been hoping to spend a little time with his best friend and secret crush Cooper Walsh. But nothing turns out like he had hoped. From interfering ex-girlfriends to aliens from outer-space, Nicky’s day just goes to hell.
The one bright spot is Cooper, and the passionate interlude they share mere moments before Nicky’s life turns upside down. As he whisked away to parts unknown, it might be all Nicky has to keep himself sane because being told he’s king of the galaxy pales in comparison to watching the man he loves get shot before his very eyes.

If Nicky can find a way back to earth, he might have a chance of making his birthday wish come true. If not, then everything he has gained as king will be meaningless.


 STORY EXCERPT

“Well, fuck a duck.” Nicolas Callon glanced down to see what had tripped him.

Nothing.

Nada.

Not a damn thing.

Rolling his eyes, Nicky turned and continued walking around the outdoor tables of the sidewalk café. This wouldn’t be the first time he had tripped, and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last. If there was something for Nicky to trip over, or nothing at all, he tripped. He was a certified klutz.

He was just glad the bottled waters he carried hadn’t been opened. More times than he cared to remember, he had ended up tossing his drinks all over whoever was around him when he stumbled.

Nicky’s gaze darted to where his best friend sat as the jazz music played softly in the background. They were sitting outdoors of the café, but Nicky had had to go inside for the water. It wasn’t quiet summer yet and a gentle breeze blew off the mountains to stir strands of his hair. He tucked them behind his ear as he stopped at their table.

“Here you go, Coop.” He held one of the bottles out to his best friend—and the man he secretly dreamed of every second of every day. Cooper smiled up at him as he took the bottle, the deep dimples on either side of his face surfacing.

And that right there would be why Nicky lived and breathed for Cooper Walsh.

He was the most gorgeous creature ever created. Taller than the average man by more than a few inches, Cooper was the epitome of masculinity. From his wide shoulders and broad chest to his thick thighs and long legs, Cooper was every gay man’s wet dream in one big bear of a package.

His raven-black hair curled around his face as if trying to caress his golden skin. His copper eyes twinkled when he laughed. And his lips…oh, Nicky had fantasies about those plush lips, and all of them involved the two of them being buck-ass naked.

Unfortunately they would never be more than fantasies.

Nicky sighed as he took a seat next to his friend and he unscrewed the cap on his water. He took a long sip, never taking his eyes off of Coop as the guy talked to a few of their friends.

Cooper Walsh was the greatest friend anyone could ever ask for. He had taken Nicky under his wing after defending him in the sandbox when they were five years old, and had been defending Nicky ever since. Cooper was also a compassionate friend who never batted an eye when Nicky cascaded through his turbulent and sometimes erratic emotions.

But friendship only went so far, and the buxom blond on the other side of Cooper was proof enough that the man was most decidedly not gay. One fateful kiss when they’d both had way too much to drink—a kiss that Cooper quickly put an end to—did not make the man gay. And that meant that Nicky could dream until his balls turned blue and shriveled up but it wouldn’t get him any closer to living out a single one of his fantasies.

Cooper waved a hand in front of Nicky’s face. “So, what do you think?”

“Huh?” Nicky blinked rapidly, his eyes darting around to find all eyes on him. Heat suffused his face as he crossed his arms over his chest. “What?”

Cooper chuckled as he playfully bumped their shoulders together. “We thought we’d head on down to the lake and go swimming. You game?”

Nicky glanced at the blond bimbo hanging onto Cooper as if he’d escape if she let go. The calculating gleam he could see in the woman’s blue eyes unnerved him. She might seem bubbly and clueless but there was something about her that set Nicky on edge.

He didn’t like her.

“No, you go on ahead. I’ve got some painting to do.” Sort of. It was true he had painting to do but he always had painting to do. That was what he did. But he could have taken the afternoon off if he really wanted to. He really did, but not with an entourage of other people.

“Ah, come on, Nicky,” Coop wheedled as his smile spread wider. “Get out and smell the fresh air. I’ll bet it gives you some inspiration.”

“Oh, let him go, honey,” Little Miss Barbie Boobs said as she pressed said boobs into Cooper’s arm until they threatened to pop right out of the top of her pink-and-white striped string bikini top. How she stuffed those voluptuous breasts into a top that small was beyond Nicky, and probably most of the scientific community.

Nicky’s eyes narrowed when she trailed a finger up Cooper’s neck to the bottom of his ear before leaning in to whisper—rather loudly—”We could have a good time, just the two of us.”

The smile slid from Cooper’s face faster than Nicky could blink. “I told you when you showed up that it was Nicky’s birthday and I’d be spending the day with him. You said you understood.”

Judie stood and took a step back, obviously feeling the heat of Cooper’s anger. It was never good when the big man became heated. “Well, I…” Judie smiled sweetly, her voice lowering to what she probably thought was a sultry tone. It wasn’t. For Nicky, it was more like fingernails down a chalkboard. “I just thought since he wanted to go paint that we could…”

Nicky tuned her out and got up, heading toward the street when Judie began trailing her hot-pink nails over the edges of Cooper’s gray tank top. There were some things a love-struck man shouldn’t have to deal with. Watching Barbie Boobs fawn all over Cooper wasn’t one of the things he could stomach.

He’d rather have his balls snipped with rusty sheers.

After walking two blocks, a black truck pulled up beside him and slowed. Nicky’s lips twitched when the truck kept pace with him, which was a slow stroll. Cooper didn’t say a word as he pushed the passenger door open.

Nicky kept walking.

Cooper kept driving.

Nicky sighed as he stopped and turned, his hands landing on his hips. He waved one back behind Cooper’s truck. “You’re holding up traffic, you know.”

“No.” Copper eyes twinkled with amusement. “You are holding up traffic.”

Nicky crossed his arms. He shot a quick glance to the two cars idling behind Cooper before looking back at the gorgeous man. He eyed the empty seat then lifted an eyebrow in query. “Where’s Barbie Boobs?”

Cooper’s shoulders lifted and then fell. “Having cotton stuffed in her ears to stop the rapid loss of air.”

Nicky sucked in his bottom lip and bit down on it to keep from laughing. It took him a moment to regain his composure enough to talk. “Are you supposed to say something like that about your girlfriend?”

Cooper’s expression turned to a suspicious grimace as he rested both hands on the steering wheel and looked out the front window. “Judie is not my girlfriend.”

“Does she know that?”

Cooper looked Nicky right in the eyes. “She does now.”


ADULT EXCERPT

“Kiss me, Nicky.”

Cooper refused to take no for an answer. He knew once Nicky forgot to be afraid and realized Cooper was truly interested, the man would accept what was between them.

Cooper leaned forward and covered Nicky’s mouth, using his tongue to tease Nicky’s lips apart. Nicky groaned and within seconds, he was pressing into the kiss, opening his mouth and allowing Cooper in.

Cooper devoured Nicky’s lips, licking, sucking, teasing. He kissed a trail from Nicky’s lips, to his chin, to the tender skin of his throat, time and again, teasing Nicky. His hands swept over Nicky’s naked chest and down to his hips.

When Cooper glanced down at Nicky, the man’s golden-blond eyebrows were ups somewhere around the top of his head. His eyes were wide and round. Shocked.

“Did you like that, baby?”

Nicky nodded wordlessly.

“Then you’re going to love this.” Keeping his eyes locked with the man soon to be his lover, he swallowed Nicky’s straining erection, wrapping his lips around the flared head of the man’s cock. The taste of pre-cum exploded on his tongue and he knew he wanted more.

The drops of pre-cum pooling on the head of Nicky’s cock trickled over his tongue. Cooper prayed he was doing it right as he licked those drops away. He had never given a blow job before. Cooper might have had his fair share of sex in the past, but only with women. He had kept this part of himself for Nicky.

Cooper slowly pushed forward until he felt the cock nudge the back of his throat, and further still, letting his throat muscles relax until pubic hairs tickled his face. He heard a swift intake of air and then Nicky shuddered.

Encouraged by Nicky’s response, Cooper began to suck, his tongue tracing the veins, his cheeks hallowed as he moved Nicky’s thick erection further into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down. He ran his tongue over the slit at the top of Nicky’s cock and then under the edge of the crown.

Wanting more contact, Cooper grabbed the edge of Nicky’s shorts and worked them the rest of the way down the man’s legs. He released Nicky’s cock and leaned back, his breath catching at the sight of the debauched angel in front of him. Cooper seriously doubted he would ever see anything so stunning again.
His beautiful Nicky laid there, thighs spread wide, pearly drops of cum gathering on the tip of his hard shaft as it stood up from his nearly hairless groin. There was a heated flush to Nicky’s skin that made him glow, but it was the need in Nicky’s green eyes that drew Cooper more than anything.

Had anyone in his life ever looked at him with such want?

Cooper refused to take his eyes off the man he had been waiting years for, not now when he had Nicky right where he wanted him. He blindly reached over and opened the glove compartment, rooting around until his fingers landed on the tube of slick he kept in there for times when his fantasies of Nicky became too much and he needed a little relief.

Cooper popped the lid open and squeezed a fair amount of lube out onto his fingers. He had watched a lot of videos and practiced anal sex with some of the women he had dated over the years, but he had never done anything with a man. He had been saving that for Nicky.

The women he had been with in the past were just that—in the past. Knowing Nicky held his heart, Cooper never made the women he dated any promises beyond a few stolen moments of fun. It had been a way to pass the time while he waited for Nicky to realize they were meant to be together, and to learn how to make Nicky feel more pleasure than he ever thought possible. Cooper wanted to be experienced, but there were some things that were sacred.

Cooper dropped the tube of lube onto the seat beside Nicky’s hip and then trailed his fingers over the man’s balls, watching them shrink up before moving them down further. He smirked when Nicky’s soft inhale spilt through the air.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Co–Coop, wha–what—”

Cooper heard the confusion in Nicky’s voice, but he also heard the pleasure. Nicky was starting to fly high. Cooper intended to send him into the stratosphere. He pressed the tip of one finger into Nicky’s tight ring of muscles, pushing forward until he was up to his knuckle.

Nicky’s entire body seized, a low keening cry falling from the man’s lips. Cooper glanced up as he pushed his finger deeper and watched Nicky’s thick eyelashes flutter. Cooper had spent years watching and reading the emotions that flowed across Nicky’s face. The ecstasy flushing his cheeks wasn’t one he had ever seen, but he knew he’d do everything in his power to see it again. It was almost more imperative than breathing.

“So beautiful, Nicky,” Cooper said as he added a second finger to the first, moving them slowly in and out of Nicky’s ass. He could feel Nicky’s thighs stiffen under his hands and knew that Nicky wouldn’t take long to come.

He leaned down and closed his lips completely around Nicky’s cock again, sucking his length all the way down until his nose was buried in the soft curls at the root before pulling back again. Cooper licked a long path from the tip of Nicky’s cock down to the root and then down just a bit further. He felt Nicky’s hand tighten in his hair as he started moving his fingers faster, thrusting them into Nicky’s tight ass and then pulling them out, every time searching out that little gland of pleasure.

Cooper took Nicky deeper into his mouth, flattening his tongue as he slid the cock to the back of his throat and then took the heated flesh down his throat. Cooper eagerly licked at the erection as he moved his head back. By the time he reached the slit on the head of Nicky’s cock, another pool of pre-cum had gathered and started dripping down the sides. Cooper eagerly licked at each drop until his mouth exploded in flavor.

Buy Link-  http://www.bookstrand.com/to-take-a-king

Kayla Wants No Parts of Feelings She Has For Ross in Hotwired by Anita Philmar

Hotwired for each other...

Blurb

When Ross Dixon is kidnapped from his office, along with the sexy lawyer who'd been busting his balls over a deal that should have been a walk in the park, he wakes to find a devotion chip surgically implanted in his brain. If that isn't bad enough, the chip, designed to trigger emotional reactions between him and the woman lying next to him, is working overtime on his libido.

Mistaken for Ross's flavor of the month, Kayla Michaels, a 22nd century lawyer, doesn't have a problem spending time in Ross's bed--or over his desk--but she wants no part in the romantic feelings the chip is provoking. She's been down that road before and ended up burned.

Kayla and Ross struggle to find answers while coming to terms with the constant lust sizzling between them, but along the way each wonders if the emotions are real or just a side effect of being hotwired.



Excerpt:

“Mr. Dixon, my parents have been down this road before with your company. This time, I plan to  iron out any problems before they even see the contract.” Unwilling to play around, she used her best lawyer voice to drive home her point. “They’re still not certain they want to sell. So don’t waste my time with anything less than your best offer.”

“Kayla, this proposal isn’t like any of the others. Your parents will make enough money to retire and never have to work again.” Ross leaned back in his chair as if she couldn’t find a single issue with the contract.

She pulled out her minicomputer. “Mr. Dixon,  money isn’t the only issue. Several other items need to be clarified.”

“Okay, Kayla, where do you want to start?”

His compliance to her demand didn’t ease her anxieties. As a shark in the business world, he didn’t enter into a contract unless he hoped to recoup his cost. So why did he want her parents’ property?

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www.amazon.com - http://www.amazon.com/Hotwired-ebook/dp/B007RZJIOK

http://www.wilderroses.com 

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See more at: http://www.anitaphilmar.com/hotwirebookpg.html

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Also check out my free read-- Hot Prairie Nights. 

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/256801

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Bio for Anita Philmar

Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.

Influenced by sci-fi programs, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where erotic moments come to life in a great read.

Naughty or Nice?

Read her books and decide.

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The Pleasure Hound; A Dystopian Futuristic Erotic Romance by Ines Johnson

Five hundred years after mankind ravaged the earth, women grasped the reins of the planet and set the world aright.

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Chanyn grew up in isolation in the ruins of the Great Destruction. All her life she’s wanted to find her one true love. When she encounters the dashing Lord Dain, with his kind eyes and pure heart, she believes her dreams of love are finally coming true. Until she meets with the roadblock that is her betrothed’s bondmate.

In a world where men outnumber women ten to one, Khial never thought he’d have to contend with a woman entering his bond. He gave his heart to Dain when they were just boys and has been by his side every day in sickness and health. These days it's mostly in sickness as Dain’s health deteriorates. Though his attraction to Chanyn increases with every encounter, Khial can’t help but resent the young woman who comes into his love story to play the hero, but marriage to her may be the only way to save the man he loves.

To prepare Chanyn for her union with the two males, Lord Dain hires a Pleasure Hound, an ancient order of monks tasked with instructing new husbands, who have little to no contact with women, in the art of female pleasure. Years ago a scandal left the Temple of the Pleasure Hounds near destitute. The young monk responsible for the scandal is given a chance to redeem himself and the temple when he is called upon to train the bonded triad in the orgasmic arts. What starts as a simple ritual soon turns carnal when the monk’s heart begins to yearn for Chanyn, and hers for his.

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The Proposal

"I promise that the choice of mates will be yours," he continued. "And I hope..." He paused, uncertain, looking down at their joined hands.

Chanyn got the impression of Dain as a child asking for permission to have something he didn't think he deserved, but was desperate for it anyway.

"I hope," he began again, "that you will consider Khial and myself for a—"

"Yes!"

Dain startled at her response, then he smiled. "Good. I had hoped..." He squeezed their hands together. "This is good."

Chanyn's heart thudded in her exposed chest. She was sure Dain could see it. He gazed into her eyes. Was this it? Was her first kiss going to happen now?

Dain rubbed his thumb back and forth over her hand. His eyes dipped to her lips. Chanyn parted them in invitation.

Dain brought his eyes back up to her face, his eyes widening more as he looked at the desire clearly written on Chanyn's face.

Dain disentangled their fingers and patted her knee. "This is really good news," he repeated and then rose. "I'll make the arrangements today." He walked over to the large desk that took up most of the room.

"Arrangements? For the marriage?"

He glanced up. "Oh no, no. Arrangements for your training."

"Training?"

"Of course. With a Pleasure Hound."

Chanyn looked on, dumbfounded. He talked of marriage and then was about to get her some kind of dog to train. "A dog would be lovely, I suppose."

Dain laughed. "A Pleasure Hound is a man trained in the art of pleasing a woman." He said it as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

Chanyn shook her head. "I still don't understand. Why would I need another man to..." To what exactly? Have sex with her?

Dain came back around from the desk and sat next to her once more. He reached for her hand.

"Chanyn," he began. His face now sheepish. "I've never... been with a woman before. I wouldn't know the first thing to do to please you."

"But shouldn't we, you know, figure that out together?"

Dain looked scandalized. He reeled back from her. "I would likely hurt you. A Pleasure Hound is trained to find out what pleases individual women. Then they teach the woman's bonded mates those particular techniques. It’s an ancient tradition going back hundreds of years."

Chanyn still looked dubious.

"In our culture women rule. When we are bonded, everything that I have will essentially be yours."

Chanyn knew that in the twentieth century women fought for and earned a place in the government and the right to own many forms of business. But she hadn't a clue that the roles of men and women had shifted so completely on its axis in the past thousand years.

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The Prayer 

"Will you pray with me, Lady Chanyn?"

Jian led her to kneel before the bed. Hands still clasped, he closed his eyes and began to speak in that melodic tone of souls.

"Maternal Goddess, I seek your presence as I align myself with one of your sacred daughters.
I offer my body as a vessel of your will and your grace.

The desire of my heart is pure and known to you.

I wish to please your daughter and garner your favor.

The miracle that pleases a woman and creates life is of your design, Divine Goddess.

With great anticipation, I align all of the energy systems of my body, my soul, and my mind with you.

I give thanks in advance for your blessings of this experience, and know that I walk in the light of your sun, and the fertility of your earth. Ashe."

The monk remained motionless for a moment, still holding her hands lightly. Chanyn felt energy humming between them.

She ceased to breathe while Jian recited his prayer. When he opened his eyes, she said. "I've never heard a prayer like that. Do you believe all of it?"

"Every word." Jian helped her rise to her feet. "Would you lie back please, Lady Chanyn."

Chanyn stiffened. Though she found this soft-spoken monk easy on the eyes and a delight to the ears, she wasn't quite ready to open her body to him. "What are you going to do to me?"

His still-water eyes pooled. "What I just promised the Goddess. I will please you."

Heat coursed through Chanyn's body. She glanced down at the bed and then back to Jian. He let go of her hands and took a seat on the bed, waiting patiently for her to follow suit. She sat down slowly, her heart racing. A throb arrowing between her legs.

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Ines writes books for strong women who suck at love. If you rocked out to the twisted triangle of Jem, Jericha, and Rio as a girl; if you were slayed by vampires with souls alongside Buffy; if you need your scandalous fix from Olivia Pope each week, then you’ll love her books!

Aside from being a writer, professional reader, and teacher, Ines is a very bad Buddhist. She sits in sangha each week, and while others are meditating and getting their zen on, she’s contemplating how to use the teachings to strengthen her plots and character motivations.

Ines lives outside Washington, DC with her two little sidekicks who are growing up way too fast.

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Captured and Seduced by Shelley Munro. A Paranormal, Erotic, Futuristic Romance.

A shapeshifter and a wizard slugging it out, an alien world and a hell-horse…

Blurb

Jockey Camryn O’Sullivan is an alcoholic on a downward spiral after the death of her husband. When aliens kidnap her, she’s both terrified and reluctantly fascinated by Ryman Coppersmith. She’s positive the weird attraction to her abductor is an anomaly. Something to ignore. She’ll train the aliens’ horse and they’ll return her home. Simple. There’s no need for sex or a stubborn male kitty-cat to replace the precious memories of her husband.

Murder. Betrayal. Banishment.

Feline shapeshifter Ry has experienced treachery of the worst kind. When his foster brother—the man who betrayed him—proposes a wager on a hell-horse race, the lure to clear his name is irresistible.

Camryn’s arrival triggers a jump in his already overactive sex drive. It’s a struggle to keep his hands off his beautiful captive. Something in his mysterious feline background compels him to chase her and the passion firing between them soars out of control. Ry doesn't understand the mechanics of their attraction but knows he can’t afford to lose Camryn…despite his promise to return her home.



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Camryn woke to the sensation of the floor shuddering. Her head vibrated in time. Damn whiskey kicked like a mule. A groan escaped, the sound barely registering. Her eyes flickered, the glare intense. A jagged slice of pain cut across her temples. Everything ached, even her eyes. She stopped trying to open them and her world stopped spinning. Cautiously, she catalogued her body for aches and pains.

Dry.

Her mouth felt like a dusty paddock during the middle of a severe drought. And her tongue—heck, that felt too thick and furry to fit inside her mouth. She moved her arms, or attempted to, but they stuck fast against her sides. Her heart thudded, an erratic beat of fear. Her brother. He’d told her—told her yesterday she had to stop drinking. If she didn't…

What had he done?

She struggled, hyperventilating in fear. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

For her own good, he’d said. Yeah, easy for him. He had a wife, a child. They were a family. A unit. She had nothing to live for. Not now.

Camryn forced her eyes open, her heart drumming like the thunder of horses’ hooves during a race. Her gaze lit on a large black shape on the floor. Camryn carefully closed her eyes and moved her head in a cautious shake, wincing at the sharp throb. When she opened her eyes again, the object came into focus. A large black cat lay on the floor near her. It stared at her with its green eyes. Its mouth lay open and sharp white teeth glittered in the bright light. Camryn swallowed. A dream. No, a nightmare. She wasn't awake.

Maybe Max was right—she’d started drinking too much alcohol.

The cat stood, stretched just like her mother’s used to, extending front legs and sticking its butt in the air. Then it prowled toward her, black tail swishing from side-to-side. A panicked whimper escaped Camryn. She wanted to flee but couldn't move.

Not her arms or legs.

Trapped.

The cat stalked closer until she felt the creature’s hot breath through the denim of her old jeans where her brother’s heavy coat had fallen away. The cat let out a sharp, fierce grunt, raising the hairs on her arms into a distinct prickle. Camryn whimpered, the cry weak and thready. The cat moved closer still. It opened its huge maw, globules of saliva clearly visible. Oh heck. This was no dream. It intended to eat her. Camryn struggled fiercely, a ripple of pure terror pouring from her parched throat.

The thud of running feet sounded and two people burst into the room. Camryn’s eyes widened and she screamed again. And again. The black leopard bit her on the leg, the sharp pain silencing her scream abruptly.

They stared at each other before weird jabbers commenced, sounding like Chinese mixed with lots of clicks and guttural sounds too rapid for her to even start to understand.

Camryn whimpered when they approached and halted by the leopard. Fear, stark and real, pummeled her. She let out another cry when they moved closer in a collective step.

People. A loose term. Real loose.

One appeared female and had bright electric blue hair and…and pointy ears. Her flashing eyes and rigid jaw brought a warrior to mind. The tight-fitting trousers and brown tunic top, plus the huge number of weapons strapped on her slender yet muscular body confirmed the impression. The other was the palest person she’d ever seen. Everything about him seemed white. Totally colorless. Apart from his eyes. They were the palest violet and focused intently on her. While she gaped at the male—at least the bulge at his groin suggested the masculine gender—he changed color. Streaks of black swirled through the white, mixing to a slate gray. The black kept appearing in long ribbons across the part of his chest she could see until his skin and hair gleamed deep ebony. His eyes remained the same eerie violet.

Camryn’s gaze traveled to the black leopard. It sat on its haunches between the warrior and the creepy-changing man. Changing Man carried a satchel in his hand. After snapping several clicks at the other beings, he pulled a glass jar from the bag. He opened it and tipped the contents onto the palm of his black hand. He frowned at them, white ribbons of color suddenly swirling across his chest. His head dipped in a satisfied nod, and the things on his hand wriggled like fat scarlet caterpillars.

She moaned softly. God, this wasn't a nightmare. These weren't the orderlies at the clinic where Max had threatened to send her. They were aliens. Aliens. Her heart pounded, leaping against her breast. Camryn started to struggle. Not even a warning snarl from the leopard stopped her fear escalating into outright panic. With another grunt and three rapid clicks, the warrior approached her. She grasped Camryn’s head and held her still. Changing Man picked up one bright red caterpillar between gray fingers and shoved it in her ear.

Sharp pain. Intense. Worse than even the most evil hangover. The caterpillar crawled down her ear canal.

She heard the crunching sounds when it attached itself somewhere inside. Her head rang, agony slicing across her temples. She moaned, her strength sapped and no contest for the warrior’s superior power. The warrior held Camryn’s head, suddenly forcing it in the opposite direction, baring her other ear for the same abuse. Anguished tears slipped down her face. She sobbed, but that didn’t stop Changing Man from forcing a caterpillar in her other ear. Camryn felt every slither when it crawled inside. The pain felt just as intense, the crunching sound deafening while the caterpillar ate into her head.

“Gabriel,” she whispered, realizing she’d landed in hell. Gabriel wouldn't be here. Only she had sinned enough to gain entrance to hell.

“Stop crying,” the warrior woman snapped, her blue hair flying around her head in a halo. “Can you understand us now?”

She could, but nausea tiptoed through her stomach. Camryn’s entire body shuddered with the depths of her misery. She’d heard hell was fiery hot, but ice enclosed her heart, her body. Nothing had changed. She still missed Gabriel.

The woman bent, tipped Camryn’s head back and struck her face with the palm of her hand. Camryn jerked back, stopping her crying mid-sob.

“Stop cryin’ and hold still while I take the seat harness off you.”

“Keep still, child,” Changing Man soothed. “We intend you no harm.”

Something in his calm violet eyes told her he spoke the truth. Maybe they didn't intend to cut her up for experiments. Camryn cast a quick glance at the leopard and her anxiety ramped up again. The feline looked as if it would devour her in a few bites, gobble her up until nothing remained.

“And him?” she croaked, heart fluttering like the starter’s flag in a stiff breeze.

“Ry, back up and leave the woman alone. Shift.” The changing man didn't seem frightened of the kitty at all.

Camryn held still while the warrior released the restraints holding her in place. Her attention remained on the black leopard. She didn't like the way it stared at her. The leopard curled its top lip and twitched its whiskers. Then, as she watched, the leopard started to blur. The warrior pulled the harness away. Camryn blinked, her spine slamming against the back of the chair. Tension seeped through her, finding an outlet in clawed hands, gripping the edge of her chair. Under her horrified gaze, the leopard transformed to a man wearing tight black trousers and knee-length black boots. Tall and muscular with a wild mass of black hair falling down to his shoulders. A green gaze pinned her in place, studying her just as intently as she examined him. Her heart did a crazy flip, slowing and suddenly galloping into a frenzied beat. For the first time since she’d met Gabriel, she looked at a man in a sexual way, even if fear tinged the curiosity.

The muscles in his chest rippled when he moved, the skin the color of burnished copper. A tattoo of a cat decorated one biceps, so real Camryn wondered if it might spring to life in the same swift manner the leopard had transformed to a man. The man’s trousers clung to his long, muscular legs and slim hips. The bulge in his groin proclaimed his maleness without a shred of doubt.

“You’ve got clothes on,” she blurted. Mortified color spread to her face when she realized what she’d said. In all the books she’d read about shapeshifters they’d ended up naked after their change. When he’d morphed, his lower half remained covered.

“I could always take them off,” he said in a husky voice.

They stared at each other, the moment so intense Camryn forgot they weren't alone. Spellbound, she studied his very masculine body, his musculature and his heavily fringed green eyes. She blinked when he stepped closer, and again when he squatted in front of her to cup her cheek with one calloused hand.

“You’re female.” His sigh sounded like a purr, and it dragged every receptor on her body to high alert. Her breasts pulled tight, the hard points dragging across the cotton cups of her bra with every rapid breath. In breathless anticipation, she waited for his next move even as part of her rebelled at the unwanted feelings coursing through her body. This wasn't right. These people had kidnapped her. She shouldn't—she refused—they’d given her something, made her react to this man, this animal.

Camryn sprang to her feet and squeezed past him, fear lending her speed and agility. She leapt for the open doorway and ran down a short passage before coming to an abrupt halt. Whoa. Whoa! This was not happening.

“Where am I?” Camryn stared in stupefied horror at the vast blackness in front of her. A man—at least she thought it was a man because he seemed relatively normal with his black ponytail—flew the spacecraft. He’d turned on hearing her question and stared with something akin to shock.

“We’re orbiting Earth, waiting to meet up with the Indefatigable,” the man said.

“It’s a woman,” the warrior said in disgust. “You kidnapped the wrong one.”

“No crap.” The pilot’s bushy eyebrows squeezed together in a scowl when he looked over his shoulder again. “No, we kidnapped a man. He wore the same coat as the man in our depictions.”

Camryn said nothing, backing away from the fierce man. They’d kidnapped her because she’d taken her brother’s coat to ward off the cold? Her head throbbed and her ears felt tender. At least the caterpillars had ceased their wriggling. She hated to think what they were doing inside her head.

“We seemed to have kidnapped a woman masquerading as a man.” The warrior glared at the pilot. “You stuffed up.”

“We had a depiction of the man in that coat.” The pilot pointed at her.

Camryn studied the view through the huge port, thoughts bouncing through her mind. The pilot had taken both hands off the controls. She couldn't see any traffic but surely he should watch for obstacles?

Gabriel…

Tears welled in her eyes. A raging thirst made her swallow but nothing encouraged saliva. God, she needed a drink. Bad. She stepped back and bumped into a muscular and warm naked chest.

“Turn around,” Changing Man said. “We’ll take her back and find the right man this time. The real horse trainer.”

Belatedly it occurred to Camryn they were talking about Max. “No!” she cried. “No, you can’t take Max. He has a wife and a child. They need him.” Her heart pounded anew. They couldn't take Max. God, she was such a screw up. No one would miss her. 

“Take me instead. I’ll do anything. Anything at all.” Without Gabriel, she was nothing. It didn't matter what they did to her. She didn't have a life to wreck while Max…Max had everything to live for. His family. His business. The success starting to come his way. Owners demanded his training skills while they ran in their haste to escape her. “Take me,” she repeated.

“Our goal is to win,” the warrior said, her words directed to the half-naked man. “Captain, that’s the whole point.”

A hand grasped her shoulder. “You’re right. Yep, turn back.”

“No, wait,” Changing Man raised his right hand in a stop gesture. His violet eyes seemed to drill into hers.

She trembled under the close attention because it felt as if he stared into her soul. “What if this is fate? I read the night skies while I waited for your return. They spoke of change and opportunity.”

The warrior snorted. “Which could mean anything. Things are always changing.”

“True,” Cat Man said, although he didn't sound as disbelieving as the warrior.

“We’ll have to take her back and get the right one,” the warrior persisted.

It had become crowded in the front of the ship, and Camryn realized she had nowhere left to run. “Leave my brother alone.” Unfortunately, her order emerged in a scared, girly voice. A fine tremor slid through her body.

“Let’s be sensible about this,” Changing Man said. “Return to the rear of the tender and let us discuss what can be done.”

Camryn saw Cat Man’s quick nod of assent.

“Send Jannike a message. Tell her we have a delay. Return to the same landing space,” he said.

The pilot nodded and flipped several buttons, taking Cat Man’s orders in his stride. Camryn frowned. If Cat Man was in charge she didn't rate her chance of survival. His expression bore such hunger and the color of his eyes darkened each time he stared at her. The speculation, the sheer lust in his gaze made nerves shriek. Camryn backed away slowly. She bumped into the changing man and the warrior and at once felt marginally safer.

Changing Man reached for her with his pearly-gray hand. He clasped her forearm in a gentle manner. “This way, my dear.”

Camryn couldn't help it. Visions of Red Riding Hood rushed to mind. Wrong fairy tale but the principle remained the same. Sharp teeth were better for eating red meat. They intended to kidnap her brother. God, she couldn't let them. She turned to Cat Man, took a deep breath. “Please, you can’t take my brother. You can’t.”

“Child, we need him,” Changing Man said. “He has expertise we require.”

“What expertise?” There must be a way to save Max from the aliens.

“We require a horse trainer,” Cat Man said. Once again he’d moved close, and she hadn't noticed until their bodies touched.

She flinched at the electrical surge that zapped the length of her body and edged away with a soft gasp. Camryn forced herself to concentrate. “I can train horses.”

“You?” the warrior asked with a sneer.

“Yes,” Camryn said, resisting the urge to shuffle her feet. Cat Man had stepped into her space again, leaving her nowhere to move. “I’m a jockey. I ride horses for a living, and I know how to train them. Take me with you. I can do it. Leave my brother with his family. Please.”

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