The Three Thieves and the Dom - Elyzabeth M. Valey

“Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf, Big Bad Wolf, Big Bad Wolf?”

Remember that tune? How about this?

"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."

"No, no, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin."

"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in."

Sound familiar? It belongs to that old fairytale about 3 little pigs and a Big Bad Wolf that wanted to throw down their house.

Not scary right? But, what if the wolf was a man of flesh and bone determined to seduce your socks off and blow away your heart? What if instead of building houses you built defenses around your heart? What if the Wolf knocked on your door determined to find out what was within your soul and said this:

“I will kiss, lick, and make you scream out the truth.”

Would you open the door?

Blurb:

The Three Thieves and The Dom

(The Witches' Mischief, 3)

Conall Dougal, infamous rake, wakes up one morning to find his most precious possessions have been stolen by the women he loves. Devastated, he goes in their search determined to find them and extract the truth from them in any way possible.
Penelope, Isidora, and Grace are on the run. They’ve committed a crime and left behind the man they love. Presumably safe, they are stunned when he turns up ready to claim them back and discover the truth.
But, what is the truth? And will Conall’s special kind of coaxing make them speak?
Be Warned: menage sex (MFFF), f/f sex, BDSM, sex toys, spanking, forced seduction

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Excerpt:
“Do you remember our first time together, little angel?”
“Yes, Master Conall.”
“Were you frightened then?”
She shook her head. “No sir, I was excited.”
Conall leaned into her, brushing his lips against her neck and causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh. “I was too.” He breathed in deeply, as if committing her fragrance to memory. His tongue swirled around the outer shell of her ear and she arched her body into his.
“So responsive, always so responsive. I want to fuck you, Gracie. Hard and fast because I want to punish your pussy for leaving me bereft.”
Grace moaned. The loud sound echoed in her ears. Panicked, she pushed him, desperate to escape from the clutches he had on her heart and soul. With ease, Conall captured her hands in his, binding her with his strength. Grace panted.  Liquid coated her pussy as her gaze found his.
“You want it too,” he said. “Are you wet?”
Grace swallowed. She couldn’t lie to him, but she could choose not to answer.
Conall smirked. “I know you are, angel.” Slowly, he lowered her hands and pressed them against his groin. Instinctively, she curled her fingers around his hard length. Conall groaned. “You want this as bad as I do.”
“No. I can’t.” Grace forced her hands away from his erection. A growl-like sound burst through his lips, catching her off guard. Grace yelped as he pulled her hair, sharply drawing her head back.
“Cannot or will not?” His passion-filled gaze flitted over her face for an instant. “Never mind,” he snarled. His lips slammed against hers in a punishing kiss that took the air from her lungs. He kept his hand on her hair so that she couldn’t move, controlling their kiss. She could only comply to his sensual touch, and that was all she wanted to do. His kiss deepened, his tongue seeking out hers in hard, angry swipes full of longing and unspent desire. Grace moaned loudly, as with his other hand he found her breast and roughly massaged it through her clothes. Abruptly, he pulled back.
“Angel, little angel of my heart. Will you not tell me why you left?”
“No.”
Conall’s face transformed. His grin turned feral as his eyes narrowed, a fiendish spark in their depths.
 “Then I will draw it out of you. I will kiss, lick, and make you scream out the truth.”
He punctuated each word by running his fingers across her chest and causing shiver after shiver to rack her form. Wetness slid between her thighs and her breasts ached for his touch. She had to get away from him. Unlike Isidora or Penelope, Grace knew that she was the weakest of them. She was like a house made of straw, one that could be thrown down by the wind in a jiffy. She could not allow it. She had promised Penelope to keep her secret, and she would.
Conall’s hand dipped lower, finding her nipple and pinching the hardened nub.
“Would you look at that? It’s already eager for my touch.”
Somehow, he managed to pull out her breast. Grace watched paralyzed as he leaned into her. His lips formed an O around the wrinkled flesh. His tongue swiped over it and her body arched automatically, her hands clutching onto his shoulder for support. His mouth closed hard over her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and she screamed. Conall’s hands grasped her bottom, drawing her into him as he fervently sucked on her breast.
 “Do you feel it? My hard cock pressed against you? Waiting for your hot pussy to wrap around it like the glove you wear over your hand. My little angel, you always enjoyed serving me. Whatever I asked, you did without question and always with utter pleasure. Will you do so now?” He pulled out her other breast, twisting the nipple between thumb and forefinger.
“Master Conall, please.”
“Tell me, Grace.” He pinched harder. Tears gathered at the back of her eyes as pain collided with pleasure and the desire to tell him all.  
“I cannot.”
“Yes, you can.”
She was unable to stop him as he hitched her skirts to her waist and found her wet folds.
“Oh God, Grace.” His voice broke, and for the first time ever she realized how affected he was by the situation.  “I want to fuck you, Grace. I want to stick my hard rod up your warm, wet pussy. I want to taste you, love. I want to hear you scream my name as you fall from heaven.” He pushed two fingers deep into her. Grace’s legs trembled.
“Tell me,” he urged, pumping them in and out of her.
“I cannot, I don’t—”
“Yes?” A third finger wound its way inside of her and she threw her head back, giving in to the rising pleasure.
They froze at the sound of a loud knock at the door. 

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Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.

Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she'll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.

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Bound To The Bad Boy - Molly Ann Wishlade #NewRelease

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Title: Bound to the Bad Boy

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Word Count: 41,250

Release date: April 30^th 2014

Thanks so much for agreeing to host me with my latest release Bound to the Bad Boy. The idea for this story came from pondering the question: What is it that makes bad boys irresistible? Is it the raw masculine energy, the unpredictable nature, or the desire we feel to tame the wildest man around when it seems that no one else can?

There are many appealing things about bad boys. They have alpha qualities that suggest strength and leadership and there’s nothing sexier than a man who doesn’t give a damn about what others think. He knows his own mind and he goes his own way. The bad boy also doesn’t spend hours worrying about his appearance, yet he is incredibly, effortlessly attractive and alluring. A bad boy doesn’t have to be classically good looking but he must be the epitome of raw masculinity. He is intense, passionate and deep. You know that he will be loyal if he loves you and that he will treasure you above all others, including himself.

In Bound to the Bad Boy, Matt King, the bad boy of the story, is a handsome tattooed biker. He is passionate, loyal and devoted. Matt has a less than flawless background, which you can find out about if you read the story, but he also has some hot and interesting erotic preferences and a fierce passion for his sub, Megan, that has never died.

Let me know what you think and tell me what it is that you love about bad boys.

Molly xxx

BLURB

A high school reunion. A Dom. A sub. Old secrets.

Megan Agnelli returns to her hometown of Cherub, Minnesota, hoping to prove to herself that her feelings for her first love, Matt King, are firmly in the past. Once her lover and her Dom, Matt has haunted her thoughts and her dreams for the last four years. She knows that she might bump into the handsome, tattooed biker at the high school reunion. But she still decides to go.

Matt went down for a crime he didn’t commit. Megan abandoned him when he needed her most. Hurt and confused, he tried to soldier on. For his motorcycle club. For Megan. Because he believed that she should be able to choose a life without him…if that was what she really wanted.

One night brings everything rushing back. The pain of loss. The overwhelming desire. The intense passion between a Dom and his sub. But can they heal the hurts of the past and move forward to create a future, or will it just be one hot reunion?

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, public exhibition, multiple partners

EXCERPT (18+)

Megan took a step forwards. She wanted to start the tour. To get moving. To stop the fervent racing of her brain before it made her dizzy. Before she changed her mind and fled.

Matt didn’t move.

She went to take another step forwards but she paused. What was he waiting for? Had she done something wrong, other than deciding to come here with him?

“Matt?”

“You have forgotten.”

She tensed. The tiny hairs on her arms stood on end. Did he want her to kneel? Should she have kept to ‘Master’ instead of using his name? How would this work between them now after so long? Did they just slip back into their old ways?

Surely he’ll tell me what to do, just like always. Whenever I’ve been in doubt, he has helped me, led me, and even calmed me.

“Megan,” he whispered as he moved closer. “Do you need me to remind you?”

She gazed into his eyes but found no answer there. Only the darkness of desire, and the danger of passion. A passion which could be roused like a hungry panther with claws just as sharp and a body just as beautiful, just as powerful. Yes, Matt was dangerous. Addictively so.

She nodded, afraid to speak.

“Take off your dress.”

“What?” her voice squeaked.

“You come into my home, then you play by my rules.”

She looked down. The fire in his eyes was too fierce, too intense. She stared at his broad shoulders instead, at how they morphed into a full muscular chest that bulged beneath his fitted black t-shirt. His arms were heavily tattooed with colorful sleeves that told the story of his life so far. Images of things he’d done, people he’d known, and places he’d travelled.

My name.

She jumped as she spotted it.

Just above his left wrist, written within the body of a snake that was wrapped around a bleeding heart. Had he done that after she’d broken up with him?

Her stomach clenched. Had she hurt him that much that he’d felt the need to ink her betrayal upon his flesh like a brand to remind him?

He lifted his arm.

“Is that because . . .” She couldn’t finish her question.

“Yeah . . . because you left. Because it hurt. Because I never forgot.”

“Oh.” Her eyes stung suddenly with hot tears. She had tried not to think about his feelings when she told him she needed out. He was tough. A man, a biker, a Dom. How could she have possibly hurt him?

He looked away for a moment, a muscle in his jaw twitching as if he was trying to regain his composure. Deciding how to deal with her. She held her breath. Would this be it? The end? Would he remember how mad he was that she had left him and leave her to a night in the lonely hotel bed with just her bullet vibrator for company? And after being this close to him again, she had a feeling that the tiny battery operated device would be unable to even tickle the need that now welled up inside her, shaking her to her very core.

He blinked then turned to her again. His face was calm, his features relaxed, as if he had pulled down a roller blind to hide his emotions, doubts and fears.

“So…Megan…” He ran a finger down her arm and she shivered. His touch was feather light yet it stirred her immediately. Her panties dampened with her moist heat. “Are you staying?”

She nodded. “Please, Master.”

“Then . . .” He gestured at her dress.

She lowered her eyes. Her crimson bodice stuck out in two places where her nipples protruded. A bead of perspiration trickled down between her heavy breasts. She absently brushed at the sticky residue of the reunion nametag but it clung to the shiny fabric like her lust now clung to her.

She was hot for him. She wanted to stay. Just for tonight. At least for tonight. So she had to play by his rules. Just like always.

The thought tingled through her entire body, curling in her pussy like a hot tongue and she began to unzip her dress, trembling with nerves and desire.

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Working Through Depression

How do you successfully promote a book when you're struggling just to get out of bed in the morning?

I've thought a lot about whether or not to write this post. What do I want to gain from this? Attention? Sympathy? Sales? 
None of the above. It comes down to this, I have a book out I've worked hard on and I would only be hurting myself by ignoring that fact.

For weeks now I've been struggling with my depression. It's nothing new to me but it is something that still manages to sneak up on me and catch me unawares. I've seen a lot from other authors these past weeks about bullying and their struggle to deal with it. In my case I'm my own worst enemy. It's my own insecurities and paranoia which have been pulling me further and further into that darkness which often threatens to overwhelm me.

Trust me when I say this isn't an attention seeking exercise. I'm not going to announce my intention to slip off this mortal coil and wait for people to talk me around. On the occasions in the past where I did attempt to put myself out of my misery, I did so without discussing it with anyone. Besides, I have a husband and family I would never abandon. This lapse is simply lasting longer than usual, harder to drag myself out of. And I'm depressing myself just by writing this paragraph, so...apologies.

Writing is probably the worst profession to be in when you're prone to such dark thoughts. It's lonely, and you leave yourself open to rejection from publishers, readers and reviewers. And yet, it's the one thing that's kept me going this time. No matter how many doubt crows circle my head with cries of 'This is shit', I've finished the manuscript I've been working on. There's a lot of work to do but at least I have a manuscript to work with whenever I pull myself together. That's what I'm supposed to do, right? Stop whinging and just get on with it. If only it was that simple.

If any of you are still reading, you might wonder what has driven me to such despair? The one thing which always darkens my mood - my father. He doesn't even have to be near me to cause the misery. I've been slipping since I heard he was in intensive care. We're estranged, by events which he caused and has shown no remorse for, and I felt no compulsion to visit him in hospital. Yet, I'm plagued by guilt. I should feel something, surely? 

Add to that the fifth Mother's Day without my mum, a reminder of my grief, and very soon things begin to pile up. I'm in that really irritating stage of not talking to anyone, pushing everyone away, and lapsing into the 'no-one cares' lament. It's a wonder my husband puts up with me really. He's just riding the storm out with me and waiting until it passes. 

Deep down I know I'm lucky. I have a wonderful husband and two great boys, and I have the privilege of being able to write full time. Eventually I will get through this and I apologise to everyone I may have stiffed over blog posts and Candy Crush requests while I work through this.

I'm taking a break in the sun for a few days in the hope it will somehow help. I won't be here on release day for Titanic's Ondine on Friday, so I'm posting this early. If anyone feels inclined to do so, a share would go a long way to helping me since I'm not feeling sociable, virtually or otherwise.

jorja xx

Blurb:

Can a water nymph save her true love from the Titanic or are they both doomed forever?

Water nymph Madeleine has spent a lifetime searching for the human she can marry to become mortal. Finally, she finds true love with Joe Marlowe, but the romance is put on hold when he signs up as crew for the Titanic.

Joe never expects to see Maddy on board the ship but she's a welcome sight during the voyage. He knows she's keeping a secret from him but it doesn't diminish his love for her. They have the rest of their lives to discover each other. After an unforgettable night together in the Titanic's indoor pool he knows he's found the woman he wants to marry.

As the liner sails towards its fate, can Madeleine save Joe, and find her happy ever after?

Excerpt:

“I find the setting perfect for a romantic affair. Glamorous liners bound for faraway places, carrying young men with fire in their bellies. Why it’s enough to get any young lady’s pulse racing.” She ran a fingertip down his white shirt to distract him from his questioning. That slight contact with the man she loved was enough to start a fiery lust consuming her from the inside out.

“Madeleine—” The ragged manner in which Joe addressed her didn’t sound like a scolding, or an attempt to stop her.

“Shh!” A finger on his lips and a coy smile was all it took for him to discard his gentlemanly manners and let his passion take hold.

He was deceptively masterful in the seduction stakes. His firm lips staked their claim with a series of breath-taking kisses that almost made her mourn the time they had wasted thus far in their chaste courtship.

Crushed against the rough fabric of his jacket—Madeleine’s nipples hardened beneath the thin silk of her green dress—sensitized and begging to be noticed. Joe didn’t disappoint. He traced his thumb over one prominent peak. The simple over-the-clothing contact sent her body into raptures and generated an ache in her loins that she wanted him to remedy.

Her head told her to go carefully. He thought of her as a lady—pure and innocent—and not one to give herself away before her wedding night. But that other, sinful part of her wanted him regardless of the consequences. And that craving won out. She pressed herself closer to him until she was left with no doubt he felt the same. The ridged evidence in his trousers nestled into the skirts of her dress and she couldn’t stop herself from running her hand along the impressive length of him.

She half expected him to back away in shock or disgust. So when he took it one step further by cupping her breast firmly in his hand, her legs all but buckled beneath her. He scooped her breast from her dress, exposing it to the cool April air. Her pussy swelled with need. With each massage he gave her flesh, she came one step closer to nirvana, moaning as the moisture from her arousal soaked her skin and clothes.

Joe backed her away from the main walkway and pinned her against the wall of a ramshackle wooden building, creating a scenario Madeleine wouldn’t have believed  possible. Of course, she imagined her reserved Joe to be a considerate lover, but she hadn’t expected their explosive chemistry to lead them to the point of making love outdoors.

Joe lifted her skirts, skimming his hand along the tops of her stockings, and then grabbed her ass to pull her onto his still imprisoned cock. Driven by mounting impatience, Madeleine reached to undo the buttons of his trousers and take the next step in their relationship.

It turned out to be a step too far. Moments later, the strong arms around her pushed where they once pulled her to him. Joe wrenched his mouth away.

“I’m sorry. Please forgive me,” he pleaded, voice unsteady.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” she told him.

 Except, perhaps, being too chivalrous. One brief encounter with the saviour of her long-lost virtue wasn’t nearly enough, but she dared not raise his suspicions with further unladylike behaviour.

“You deserve more than a rushed fumble by the docks, Maddy. When the time comes, I want it to be something special, a memory to be cherished forever. Though I don’t know how I’ll get through these next weeks without even kissing you again.”

Joe rested his forehead against hers. His was beaded with sweat from the effort of his restraint.

Not on my account, she wanted to scream, but the moment had passed. She adjusted her clothes.

He behaved as though the last ten minutes had not happened and picked up the conversation regarding his departure. But all she wanted to do was move farther into his embrace, make this night last forever.

“Will you wave me off when I leave?”

As much as he deserved a teary farewell, she shook her head. “It’s not my place.”

She wouldn’t encroach on the intimate family moment which accompanied his every journey. That was their time. This was hers.

“Let’s say our goodbyes now.” Madeleine stood on tiptoe to offer up her lips.

This time, Joe’s kiss was a slow exploration mapping out the contours of her lips, as though he were memorizing her taste. That sensuous perusal finally eroded the jaded view she harboured for the male species. Joe didn’t demand, simply took what she willingly gave, and he returned it with love. He respected her, cherished her, and, for the first time in decades, Madeleine let herself trust.

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#SexySnippets - The Department Store

This week's #SexySnippets comes from the first book in The Department Store series - Ground Floor: Toys & Games.

“What about embracing your inner Dom?” Jen flicked the end of a leather flogger at Jamie's backside.

“I might be an arsehole but I like my bed partners to know their own mind. Besides, something tells me you wouldn’t make the perfect submissive either.” He grabbed the leather strands and yanked her towards him for a kiss.

“But that means you get to spank me for misbehaving,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

“Okay, we’ll take it.” 

Blurb:

Jen is the new girl in the toy store but it's not long before the boss' son Jamie teaches her how to play.

Recently bereaved, Jen White hopes her new job in the toy shop at Kelsey's Department Store is a fresh start. One ripped pair of stockings later, she catches the eye of the boss' son, Jamie. She's not looking to replace her partner but he soon makes her realise she doesn't want to spend the rest of her life celibate. And die a virgin.

Jamie Kelsey's a screw up. Well his father still thinks so, even after he's tried to make amends for losing the family's fortune. The store's in trouble but with his father still stuck in the dark ages and refusing his help, he's worried it's too late. With a little help from their newest employee, he starts to make his mark on the store. He's sworn off women to concentrate on his career but when Jen comes to him looking to further her sexual education, it's an offer he can't refuse.

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New Release! - Honor James - Patty's homecoming #MFM

Welcome to Honor James and her scorching hot cowboys...

Patty's Homecoming (MFM) Montana Wranglers 1

By: Honor James Categories: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Menage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys Word Count: 93,159 Heat Level: SEXTREME Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc. Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/pattys-homecoming Video Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhS6eNe5S1k&list=UUKS0OZNCXbe6IfND3e1ZVLA This title is offered at a 15% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, April 2nd. [Ménage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA] Trouble is following Patricia Graymont home. But she needs somewhere to hide for a while, to sort through everything that’s happened, and as the saying goes, there really is no place like home. The only problem is having to face the two men she still loves and once left behind. Blake Jacobson and Corbin Franks have worked on the Graymont Ranch for as many years as they can remember. They have a love for the land and the work they do is to keep it as natural as possible. They also both love the owner’s daughter, but once upon a time, they had to let her go to become the woman they always knew she could be. Her homecoming was everything Patty could hope for, and more. Already feeling a little raw emotionally, seeing Blake and Corbin again was like a healing balm to her soul. Now, all they have to do is survive the coming storm. A Siren Erotic Romance

STORY EXCERPT

The sound of a door slamming was closely followed by loud curses of a creative, if inaccurate, nature. Lifting his head up from the books he’d been semi-diligently going over, Daniel peeked out the window. What he saw was one of his hands, half-dressed, arguing with Constantine, his housekeeper.

Rolling his chair closer to the window, he cracked it open. He didn’t need to, the whole house had air conditioning. Nope, he was being a nosy old man and cracked it to eavesdrop. Not that he was old. He was only sixty and still going strong. He’d had a great life, an even better one with his beloved wife Charlotte, God rest her soul. She’d given him thirty-five years of marriage, love, and the best sex of his life. She’d also given him every single one of his gray hairs, two sons and a daughter.

Connor worked the farm and, one day, would take over for him. Brendan was a lawyer in Great Falls and handled all the legal matters for the farm, not that there were a lot, but it was a business. And his baby, Patricia, was in New York working for an interior designer and one day, God willing, would go out on her own. In the meantime she was living life, enjoying her career and called him every weekend to chat a mile a minute. Just like her mama used to do whenever she was excited, or pissed off. Chuckling, he shook his head. That girl could talk the ear off of anyone and try the patience of even the Pope himself.

“I’ve told you a dozen times Constantine, and I’m sorry I have to apparently declare it to the whole damned world, but I’m not interested,” Blake, the half-dressed hand, said in a loud tone. Daniel’s attention was dragged back to the goings-on outside the window.

“That’s not what Trevor said,” the woman shrieked. “Do you think I would be there if you hadn’t apparently been pining for me?”

“Pining!” Daniel winced. He hadn’t known that Blake’s voice could go that high or that loud. “Woman, I have never nor will I ever pine for a woman. Especially you, Constantine Delgado. You are a busybody and way too much maintenance. And if I ever, ever catch you trying to jump me while I’m in my rack sleeping again, I will personally kick your ass out of Montana one step at a time.”

The woman shrieked at the top of her lungs, pure frustration there, Daniel thought. His next thought was he would be needing a new housekeeper. And he was spot-on with that assessment, especially given her next words. “Don’t fucking bother you degenerate! I quit!” she screamed. With that volume, Daniel was pretty sure all of Montana knew she’d just quit.

“Good!” Blake sneered right back at her. “I pity the next fool that dares to take you on. I only pray that he’s got a wife that puts you in your fucking place.”

Another shriek and Constantine was storming toward the house. Eyes going wide, Daniel shut the window and rolled his chair back into place just in time for the front door to smack the siding. Wincing, he turned his attention to the books as she went to her room. More banging, door slamming, and a lot of swearing.

One of the problems with having a single woman on the farm was that the men tended to forget about her sex when they were working and let loose with some creative language. Not that he normally minded. The only time he enforced it with the hands was when Patricia came home to visit. ’Course, most of the lads thought of her as a baby sister, so that helped keep the cursing to a minimum. Not that he was fool enough to believe his baby girl couldn’t out-swear them all. She could. He was just in denial and would remain so until the day he left his farm and went to meet up with his Charlotte in the hereafter.

His head came up as he realized that silence reigned in the house all of a sudden. Oops, thought it too soon. A door slammed and angry steps stomped toward his office. Pasting on a bland expression, he looked up. “Constantine, uh, are you going somewhere?” he asked. Okay, an Academy Award was not in his future, but she was too pissed off to notice.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Graymont, I can’t work here any longer. I quit,” she said, slamming her suitcase to the floor.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Constantine. May I ask why?” He tipped his head and hoped he looked confused and slightly curious.

“It’s got nothing to do with you, sir. It’s…” she waved a hand viciously if vaguely about. “It’s them! Those no-good, vile men!” she hissed.

Fighting a chuckle, he nodded slowly. “Well, I’m sad to see you go, Constantine. But you have to do whatever is right for you, dear.” He grabbed his checkbook and wrote her out a check for her last pay plus a little extra. Passing it to her, he sighed, “If you need references, you have them call me. You did great work while you were here and I’m going to make sure they know that.”

She folded the check, stuffed it into her purse and hefted her suitcase. “Thank you, Mr. Graymont. I am sorry to leave you in the lurch like this.”

“Don’t even worry about it. We’ll make do.” He waved her off. “Drive safe now and if you need anything, let me know.”

A stiff nod was her only answer as she spun away. The door slammed behind her and he turned to watch her march to her car. The finger she threw toward the bunkhouse was telling—immature, but very telling. So were the spinning tires and gravel kicked up behind her as she tore up the drive toward the main road.

“Wow, that girl is mad,” he muttered, reaching for the phone. Hitting a number on speed dial, he grinned when his buddy at the Mission Post picked up. “Morty, how’s it going? Good, good. Nah, usual shit and lots of it, given what I’ve got out in the north forty. Listen, I need you to run my ad for a housekeeper. Yup, she thought she’d get into one of the lads’ pants and he told her otherwise. I know, damn women are just too pushy. A little subtlety goes a hell of a lot further. Yup, sounds good. I’ll drop the check off tomorrow when I’m in getting supplies. What? Yeah,” he chuckled. “We can grab a beer. Let’s say around four if that works for you. Sounds good, see you then Mort.”

#SexySnippets - Titanic's Ondine

This week's #SexySnippets is taken from my new release, Titanic's Ondine. Enjoy!

Can a water nymph save her true love from the Titanic or are they both doomed forever?

'A sudden jolt of the ship stole her happily-ever-after from her grasp.

The lurch of the vessel sloshed the contents of the pool, including the naked bathers, forcefully against its walls.

“What the hell was that?” Joe spluttered as the unexpected waves swamped them.

Through it all, Madeleine’s personal lifesaver kept an arm round her. Even though she was never in danger of succumbing underwater, somehow Joe’s tight grip gave her solace. His embrace reaffirmed his commitment to her and told her without words that he was as concerned with her safety as with his own.

The ship came to a jerky halt, and a cold chill of foreboding pricked Madeleine’s skin.'

Blurb:

Water nymph Madeleine has spent a lifetime searching for the 

human she can marry to become mortal. Finally, she finds true love 

with Joe Marlowe, but the romance is put on hold when he signs

up as crew for the Titanic.

Joe never expects to see Maddy on board the ship but she's a

welcome sight during the voyage. He knows she's keeping a 

secret from him but it doesn't diminish his love for her. They 

have the rest of their lives to discover each other. After an 

unforgettable night together in the Titanic's indoor pool he 

knows he's found the woman he wants to marry.

As the liner sails towards its fate, can Madeleine save Joe, and

 find her happy ever after?

Available now from Totally Bound 

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Release Day!! - Titanic's Ondine

It's finally here! Titanic's Ondine has found a home at Totally Bound with a gorgeous new cover. 

Blurb:

Can a water nymph save her true love from the Titanic or are 

they both doomed forever?

Water nymph Madeleine has spent a lifetime searching for the

human she can marry to become mortal. Finally, she finds true love

with Joe Marlowe, but the romance is put on hold when he signs

up as crew for the Titanic.

Joe never expects to see Maddy on board the ship but she's a 

welcome sight during the voyage. He knows she's keeping a 

secret from him but it doesn't diminish his love for her. They 

have the rest of their lives to discover each other. After an 

unforgettable night together in the Titanic's indoor pool he

 knows he's found the woman he wants to marry.

As the liner sails towards its fate, can Madeleine save Joe, 

and find her happy ever after?

Excerpt:

She had first laid eyes on him on these docks and visited here every day since, following his progress. She grimaced. How could she tell him she daren’t venture too far from the water’s edge because of who she was? What she was?

Not enamoured with the direction of the conversation, Madeleine tried to throw him off course.

“I find the setting perfect for a romantic affair. Glamorous liners bound for faraway places, carrying young men with fire in their bellies. Why it’s enough to get any young lady’s pulse racing.” She ran a fingertip down his white shirt to distract him from his questioning. That slight contact with the man she loved was enough to start a fiery lust consuming her from the inside out.

“Madeleine—” The ragged manner in which he addressed her didn’t sound like a scolding, or an attempt to stop her.

“Shh!” A finger on his lips and a coy smile was all it took for him to discard his gentlemanly manners and let his passion take hold.

Joe was deceptively masterful in the seduction stakes. His firm lips staked their claim with a series of breath-taking kisses that almost made her mourn the time they had wasted thus far in their chaste courtship.

Crushed against the rough fabric of his jacket—Madeleine’s nipples hardened beneath the thin silk of her green dress—sensitized and begging to be noticed. Joe didn’t disappoint. He traced his thumb over one prominent peak. The simple over-the-clothing contact sent her body into raptures and generated an ache in her loins that she wanted him to remedy.

Her head told her to go carefully. He thought of her as a lady—pure and innocent—and not one to give herself away before her wedding night. But that other, sinful part of her wanted him regardless of the consequences. And that craving won out. She pressed herself closer to him until she was left with no doubt he felt the same. The ridged evidence in his trousers nestled into the skirts of her dress and she couldn’t stop herself from running her hand along the impressive length of him.

She half expected him to back away in shock or disgust. So when he took it one step further by cupping her breast firmly in his hand, her legs all but buckled beneath her. He scooped her breast from her dress, exposing it to the cool April air. Her pussy swelled with need. With each massage he gave her flesh, she came one step closer to nirvana, moaning as the moisture from her arousal soaked her skin and clothes.

Joe backed her away from the main walkway and pinned her against the wall of a ramshackle wooden building, creating a scenario Madeleine wouldn’t have believed  possible. Of course, she imagined her reserved Joe to be a considerate lover, but she hadn’t expected their explosive chemistry to lead them to the point of making love outdoors.

Joe lifted her skirts, skimming his hand along the tops of her stockings, and then grabbed her ass to pull her onto his still imprisoned cock. Driven by mounting impatience, Madeleine reached to undo the buttons of his trousers and take the next step in their relationship.

It turned out to be a step too far. Moments later, the strong arms around her pushed where they once pulled her to him. Joe wrenched his mouth away.

“I’m sorry. Please forgive me,” he pleaded, voice unsteady.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” she told him.

 Except, perhaps, being too chivalrous. One brief encounter with the saviour of her long-lost virtue wasn’t nearly enough, but she dared not raise his suspicions with further unladylike behaviour.

“You deserve more than a rushed fumble by the docks, Maddy. When the time comes, I want it to be something special, a memory to be cherished forever. Though I don’t know how I’ll get through these next weeks without even kissing you again.”

Joe rested his forehead against hers. His was beaded with sweat from the effort of his restraint.

Not on my account, she wanted to scream, but the moment had passed. She adjusted her clothes.

He behaved as though the last ten minutes had not happened and picked up the conversation regarding his departure. But all she wanted to do was move farther into his embrace, make this night last forever.

“Will you wave me off when I leave?”

As much as he deserved a teary farewell, she shook her head. “It’s not my place.”

She wouldn’t encroach on the intimate family moment which accompanied his every journey. That was their time. This was hers.

“Let’s say our goodbyes now.” Madeleine stood on tiptoe to offer up her lips.

This time, Joe’s kiss was a slow exploration mapping out the contours of her lips, as though he were memorizing her taste. That sensuous perusal finally eroded the jaded view she harboured for the male species. Joe didn’t demand, simply took what she willingly gave, and he returned it with love. He respected her, cherished her, and, for the first time in decades, Madeleine let herself trust.

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Available Now at Totally Bound

General Release 18th April