Wednesday's Series

The Men of Treasure Cove

 

 

HISTORY OF TREASURE COVE 

To ensure the safety and livelihood of the Town of Treasure Cove its first residents, back in the early 1800's, the town created a charter to ensure that the land, water and mineral rights stayed within the original members of the town. It simply stated...

 

"Upon marriage, the land, water and mineral rights are to be transferred over to the first wife. When the first wife produced a child, male or female, the land, water and mineral rights were then transferred over to the first-born, therefore ensuring that the land, water and mineral rights stayed within the residents of Treasure Cove. If the first-born is a female, she shall marry a resident of the town of Treasure Cove, not affiliated with her lineage. If a male is born first, he and any brothers shall find a suitable wife within the town or one shall be assigned to them from a reputable source."

 

For generations, the charter was hushed behind closed doors, until Matthew and Andrew Jenkins were assigned wife, who up and married someone else. It wasn't until they chose Isabella Romanov, the daughter of a new family that recently moved to Treasure Cove, to marry that they were informed of the stipulations of the town charter. After Isabella married another man in haste, the brothers parted ways, until they found out that Isabella bore them a daughter, Emma. Upon returning to ensure his daughter’s birthright and safety, Matthew Jenkins requested a copy of the original charter (Book One). Since then, the town has been desperately trying to unravel the mystery behind the charter and find out whole controls the money.

 

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Tuesday's Titled Author

The Light in Her Eyes

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BLURB:

 

Officer Jon Randall might be the bad boy of the Kingston Bomb Squad team, but in the bedroom he's a Dominant force to be reckoned with. One night while serving his latest suspension on patrol, he runs into his former high school sweetheart, Chloe Watson.

 

There's just one hitch. Chloe doesn't remember him.

 

With her sassy attitude still having the power to rev up his Dominant side, Randall is more determined than ever to not only make Chloe remember their time together, but also see her submit to his Dominance once again.

 

When Chloe's life is threatened by an unknown source, Randall will do whatever it takes to keep her alive. If that means she needs a good spanking now and then to ensure that happens…well, so be it.

But how can he protect her life when his day job puts his own life in jeopardy every single day?

 

EXCERPT:

 

She couldn’t believe he had the nerve to laugh at her fiery words. She glared at him in silence when recognition finally dawned on her on who was standing there laughing at her. Jon Randall. Chloe swore her cheeks must have turned the brightest shade of red ever. Damn the man and his impeccable timing.

He pointed to the empty seat across from hers and said to her, “What a pleasant surprise to see you here tonight, Chloe. May I join you?”

“If you must,” she muttered, lowering her eyes from his.

Hearing him chuckle at her as he slid into the seat across from her had Chloe cursing him under her breath.

His voice stroked over her overwrought nerves as he asked her, “So what brings you here to this fine establishment of ours tonight?”

Shrugging her shoulders, her fingers entwined around the stem of her wine glass. “Just had a need to get out of the house is all. What’s your reason?”

Randall just raised an eyebrow at her question while answering her. “Mine? Well I just finished my shift at the station and didn’t feel like heading home to a big ole empty house.”

She snorted at his answer while her eyes did a quick perusal of his gorgeous body. She had to admit he was looking mighty fine tonight. He took a good long swig of his beer while keeping his eyes on hers. Chloe knew the moment Randall picked up on her despondent demeanour when he frowned at her.

He placed his beer back down and stared across the table at her in silence. Chloe broke their eye connection and darted her gaze back over to the lovers dancing on the dance floor nearby them.

Before she could react, Randall slid out of the booth and pulled her to her feet and tugged her onto the dance floor with him. Of course he found the darkest and most intimate spot for them to dance in. He drew her up close to his taut frame. The scent of his cologne made her resistance to him weak at best. There was no possible way to resist him. He surrounded her completely with his presence. Before she could think about all the reasons why she shouldn’t, Chloe found herself melting against his body.

She needed this. She needed his strength, as hers was failing her big time tonight. Had he sensed it? Is that the reason why he wanted to dance with her, so he could offer up his strength and his comfort to her? If it was she appreciated his unspoken gesture. Chloe knew she was not herself tonight. Her birthdays always did this to her, always made her feel like she was celebrating a loss rather than celebrating her birth. It had been this way ever since she lost those missing six months of her memory back when she was sixteen years old.

She was beginning to wonder if she would ever find happiness in her birth again.

Neither she nor Randall said a word as they swayed their bodies together to their own rhythm of music. Gradually she wrapped her arms low around his waist and laid her head against his chest. He held her, just held her and moved them both to the rhythm of the music. Eventually, Randall rested his chin on top of her head while weaving a hand into the hair at her nape and held her closer to him. Closing her eyes briefly, Chloe took a moment to absorb his strength and the scent of him into her soul. If she had to describe this one moment to someone, she would tell them it was like being in heaven. That was what it felt like to her, being in his embrace as he guided her around the dance floor.

It felt so right being in his arms and dancing with him. Nothing else mattered to her. Nothing else existed outside his strong embrace. She felt safe here in his arms, and it was something she hadn’t felt in a long time. He made her feel protected and she needed his protection, especially with a sick bastard constantly leaving threatening messages to kill her.

The brush of his erection against the softness of her belly caused a soft moan to fall from her lips. And for the first time tonight, Chloe smiled. She actually smiled.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

He knew what she was doing. He knew as soon as he spanked her already tender ass that her pussy would be begging to be touched. So her rubbing her thighs together, oh so innocently, was not going to go unnoticed by him. When Randall had left the lounge room, he had told his old friend to stay put, and not to come looking for him if he didn’t return in five minutes.

So here he was standing in the kitchen with his sassy little lover who was begging to be touched by him. He wasn’t about to deny her or himself the pleasure of a release.

“Stop what you’re doing right now, little girl.” Randall waited for Chloe to respond to his command. When she didn’t, he crowded in on her, forcing her back toward the kitchen bench. “I said stop, Chloe, and I mean now.”

Staring at her, Randall counted quietly to ten. When she stopped he raised his voice a little higher but not loud enough for Mick to hear in the next room. “Spread your legs, little girl, and do it now.”

Slowly Chloe spread her stance for him. She peeked up at him through lowered lashes. Randall could see the heat in her eyes. Oh yeah, she wanted him right here, right now. There was no doubt in his mind that pussy of hers would be aching and soaking wet for him. Just the way he liked it to be.

Crossing his arm over his chest, he stared at her and waited to hear his sub beg him to touch her. Randall knew he wouldn’t have to wait long before the words fell from her pouty, soft lips. Words he wanted to hear. “Please, Jon, please touch me, Sir. Please, I need you,” she pleaded to him.

Hearing her beg him to touch her was so damn sweet and sexy, Randall couldn’t refuse her. Reaching forward, he clamped his hands on the front of her sweatpants and dragged them down her legs to the floor. The fact that she wore no underwear underneath her sweatpants ramped up his own arousal. Chloe stepped out of them without a command needed from him. Running his fingertips up the outside of her bare legs to her waist, her breathing increased under his light touch. Slipping his hands between her thighs he ran his fingertips in a light caress up and down her inner thighs. His fingers stayed clear of her weeping pussy, much to Chloe’s utter disappointment if her whimpering was anything to go by.

“Tell me, precious, do you deserve to come after making such a sassy comment to me in front of company?”

“I–I’m sorry, Sir. I never meant to...oh god...embarrass you.” Her voice wavered slightly from his teasing fingers hovering near her dripping cunt.

Pinching her nipple hard with his forefinger and thumb through the shirt she had on, he growled at her. “That wasn’t answering my question, little girl.” Releasing her tight little bud from his unyielding grip, Randall travelled his fingertips back down her inner thighs as he repeated his question to her. “Do you deserve to come, Chloe?”

“No, Sir, I don’t deserve to come, not after embarrassing you so poorly.”

“Good answer, little girl.” Sliding a hand back up her thigh, Randall slipped a fingertip through the damp folds of her pussy. Gripping her hip with the other hand, he tugged her closer to him and leaned in. “Since you apologized so sweetly, little girl, I will reward you with permission to come on my fingers. After you’ve come, you’re going to get on your knees and suck my cock until I feed you my cum. Nod your head so I know you understand me.” Chloe eagerly nodded her head at him. Her whole body shook against his as it demanded for a release.

Spreading the damp folds of her pussy lips open with one hand, Randall slid two fingers from his other hand deep inside her tight, wet core. “Fuck, you’re so damn wet for me, Chloe.” He kissed her lips hard and plunged his tongue into her hot, moist cavern of a mouth. She moaned against him. When she lifted her fingers to lace them into his hair, he grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and held them down on the bench behind her. Pulling back slightly from his dominating kiss, he nibbled lightly on her bottom lip. “You’re so fucking ready for me, precious,” he murmured hungrily to her.

Her moist, hot core was begging to be filled by him. He needed his achingly hard cock in her hot little cunt, not his goddamn fingers. Shit, his woman was making him crazy with lust.

“Unzip me, little girl. Do it now,” Randall demanded to her.

Chloe reached for the zipper of his jeans with shaky fingers. After she unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his thighs, Randall reached for her. Lifting her up onto the bench, he tilted her hips up and spread her thighs wide. He gripped the base of his cock and lined up the tip to her weeping entrance. Clasping his lips over hers to silence any moans from escaping, he drove his cock deep into her tight little cunt.

 

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Monday's Morning Read

The Beginning of Eternity

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BLURB:

 

The most exciting event of Chloe Kent’s life had been opening a coffee shop with her best friend Amy. Amy, who has wild and colorful sexual encounters regularly, finds it her duty to change her obsolete love life.

 

One girls' night out turns Chloe’s ordinary life upside down. When she runs into the man of her dreams, her libido goes into overdrive. She has finally found someone that is a hot, mouthwatering, pantie-twisting party of orgasms wrapped up in a sexy hunk of a man who just happens to be a vampire. Just when things start to heat up, someone wants to sacrifice her. Freakin’ figures.

 

Gabriel Jacobs has been waiting centuries for his one and only mate. He must work to capture her heart, while protecting her from an ancient evil vampire with a self-made Frankenstein army. With his growing need to claim and protect her, their destiny is on the line. Can this be their beginning of eternity?

 

EXCERPT:

 

He was mesmeric. The paintings did not capture his full beauty. Unable to speak, her mouth went dry, and her hands started to tremble. And then she heard him. He was speaking to her. Snapping out of her thoughts, she shook her head, barely mumbling the words, “Excuse me? I’m terribly sorry, what was that?”

A smile stretched across his face, softening his masculine features. “Hello, madam. I was simply stating that such beauty should not be sitting alone. You are stunning.” Stretching his hand out, he made introductions. “My name is Gabriel Jacobs. You are…?”

“Oh, um, thank you. I am Chloe Kent. Nice to meet you.” Meeting his hand, she was surprised when he pulled it to his lips and kissed the back of her hand slowly, sending every cell in her body into explosions of stimulation. Her eyes never left his lips, drinking in the sweet lushness. Chloe examined his features, soaking in every detail as if her life depended on it. Dragging her gaze up to meet his eyes, she was embarrassed when she realized he had been watching her and found amusement swimming in the pools of his dark eyes.

Trying to hide her blush, she hurriedly gulped half of her drink, trying not to choke as the burn trailed down her throat. “I’m sorry, I know this seems cliché, but you look familiar. Have we met before?”

With enough heat in his eyes to make Superman’s heat vision look like a childish prank, he pulled his mouth into a devilish grin and leaned in to speak only for her to hear. “I would hope that you would classify us as more than strangers, pet. After the time we have shared, I do believe that at least puts us in the ‘acquaintance’ category. However, we will be much, much more than that very soon, I promise you.”

Her eyes bugged out of her head, her mouth dropping slowly as the recognition sunk in. Pet. He called me pet. Before she had time to react, Amy walked up on the arm of a handsome man with golden hair and a boyish smile. Surprise lurked on her features as she looked between Gabriel and Chloe, sending subtle questioning looks to Chloe. She could see that Amy was astounded at how amazingly perfect he was and how he made her blonde arm candy look like M&M’s next to exquisite French chocolate. The amusement of the situation and the emotions pouring from the trio made a slight almost guffaw escape from Gabriel. Gaining their attention with the sound, he turned and started introductions. Within a few minutes of small talk, and the knowledge that the blond Ken doll on her friend’s arm was Blake Marshall, which suited his surfboard style, the room was enveloped with “We Made You” by Eminem. Amy, screeching like a schoolgirl, turned to Chloe, announcing, “That’s what I went to do, well, before I had the privilege of running into Blake. I figured we needed something to pump up the night! Let’s go show these boys what we can do on a dance floor!” With two loud “whoot! whoots!” they got up from their seats.

She grabbed her friend’s hand, and they made their way through the entwined bodies on the dance floor. Gabe and Blake followed, taking care not to lose the women in the ocean of movement. Glancing around, a blush came to Chloe’s face as she realized that most everyone was doing everything but having intercourse while they swayed and ground against each other to the beat of the music. A couple was locked together in a hot embrace, their tongues exploring each other intimately, only to come back up to lock in a passionate kiss that would make a porn star blush. Her body temperature bolted up a couple notches as she tried not to stare, but she couldn’t stop her gaze from straying around the room in amazement. As the song changed into a pulsing, erotic melody, she and Amy started swaying to the sexy sounds pumping out of the speakers that surrounded the area. After a short moment, she relaxed and got into the beat, turning and moving her body like a belly dancer. Her arms above her head, she snaked them around in a hypnotic rhythm, designedly being a seductress and letting her inhibitions run free. Amy mimicked her moves, and both took the attention of most onlookers, bringing a crowd of people around to join them, moving their bodies against the girls and letting their hands explore.

 

* * * *

 

He noticed how Chloe seemed a bit awestruck at first and watched as her body language showed her relaxing. His gaze was affixed to her every movement, watching with a deep need roaring inside of him, ready to combust at any moment. His passion turned to anger, and his primal instinct emerged the moment he witnessed the other dancers move closer to his woman. When hands started groping her, he had to swallow an attack as his fangs descended and the dark animal within came to surface. His eyes glowing a deep red, he fought the urges to grab her and carry her off to his lair where he could erase the touches with his own and brand her forever.

Through clenched teeth and protruding fangs, he closed his eyes and started sending images to her, with more intensity than probably necessary. He let his voice drift to her, clouding her senses. “My little temptress, enjoy your little bewitching dance. You will only bring more punishment to that sweet ass of yours later. Make no mistake, I have claimed you as mine and mine alone. Soon you will bear my mark, and no others will dare touch you. I will show you pleasure that you have not discovered even in the books you bury yourself in. I love you, kitten, and will make sure to fulfill every dream and desire that is in that pretty little head. You will yearn for nothing, and everything will be yours.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT:

 

The fire that was building up inside of Chloe was now a blaze of desire. Nothing more than a kiss, and yet, the slightest touch would bring her to orgasm. She could feel the pleasure rippling through every vein, drawing to the center of her womb. Gabriel broke the kiss long enough to work his way down her neck to the top of her cleavage. He drew his tongue across the top of her perky breasts, tracing circles up and down. He ran his tongue over the two puncture scars from their mating. She was marked, bearing his thumbprint of sorts, for the world to know that she belonged to him. Before she knew it, he had unlatched the bodice of her gown and was sucking her nipples into hard, throbbing peaks. He took her mouth again, with nothing gentle or sweet. He was a wild animal, about to feast upon her body. Chloe’s head lulled back, her eyelids heavy with arousal. She needed to taste his sweet flesh. She opened her eyes, drawing her sights in on his throat.

Her mouth watered, anticipating the erotic flavor. She started licking and sucking her way around his throat, trailing kisses along his strong jawline before continuing her meal of his skin. The sweetness coated her taste buds, fueling her hunger to unimaginable heights. Deep inside her a storm was brewing so strong it was almost scaring her. She could feel his hard, thick cock smashing into her stomach, pulsing and wanting. Her teeth scraped against his neck. He thrust his dick against her fiercely as he sucked in a harsh breath between his teeth. She gazed up and saw that his eyes were glowing a feral, deep red, illuminating the dark night. His fangs were descended, and she knew his control was slipping.

Without any further warning, her teeth punctured the skin on his throat. The decadent syrup glazed her mouth as it trickled down her throat. She pulled on his vein frantically, lost in ecstasy. Time stood still to them, the earth no longer rotating around the sun. She felt like she was soaring through the sky. The cool night air caressed her skin. When she withdrew from her sinful assault, her eyes sought his.

Gabe’s face held the expression of a wild lion about to pounce on its prey. “Chloe, love, I am going to fuck you right here. I need to feel your hot, wet cunt wrapped around my shaft, milking me.”

She momentarily looked around to see if their exhibitionism would remain uninterrupted. A gasp escaped her as she noticed that they were floating in the night sky. The lights of the garden were barely visible below. “Oh, Gabriel! Yes! Please, I need you now. Please fuck me. I need…I need you to fill me!”

Before she finished her last sentence, he had her skirts raised and had torn the tiny lace-trimmed fabric that had covered her mound. He brought them to his face, inhaling deep. “Mmm. Your arousal is the sweetest scent I have ever experienced.” He tucked them into his pocket, letting her know that he wanted to keep them.

His hand trailed down to her thighs, lightly tickling and teasing. Gabriel thrust two fingers deep into her without warning, drawing a loud moan out of her swollen lips. He let his thumb tease her clit while he continued pumping them in and out of her soaking wetness. He covered her lips with his, drinking her moans and grunts. It grew violent, their mouths connecting in dire need. He took that simple moment and curled his fingers, massaging that wonderful spot inside of her pussy. She screamed as her body arched backward, her muscles in an orgasmic seizure as roll after roll shook her. Before she could float down from her orgasm, he shoved his throbbing cock deep into her cunt with one thrust. Her tightness enveloped him, drawing his balls up. The tight, slick heat that welcomed him drew a growl from him as he tried to not blow his seed in her on the first stroke. Her orgasm subsided, leaving small spasms that pulsed around his cock. Gabriel drew out of her core, slamming back in deep to pound her cervix. She cried out, her breaths deep and erratic. As he quickened his strokes in and out of her body, he moved his mouth down to her breasts, scraping his fangs against the tight nubs. She met his thrusts, slamming down on his cock as they soared in the sky. When Gabe sunk his fangs in her artery, she came. Screams of pleasure escaped her as her pussy began to strangle his throbbing cock. He frantically powered into her, the animalistic need overtaking him.

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Sunday's Snuggle Read

Just Her Luck

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BLURB:

 

Riley O'Connor has been on the run from her past, but when her luck turns south she ends up in a small town just outside of the Canadian border. She is not used to allowing others to take care of her, however, Riley must face her demons and rely on two strangers. Will she try and run again, or stay and fight for the life she has created for herself with the men she has fallen for?

 

Cooper and Cash Jackson live a perfect small-town life, but when a small broken woman enters their world with her past following right behind her, the men stick together to try and save her. When an attack on Riley happens, they discover someone within the town is actually behind the attacks. Cooper and Cash are faced with the question of who they can trust to keep her safe.

 

EXCERPT:

Cooper Jackson was making the drive back from the city where he needed to pick up some supplies not found in town. Lucky, Montana was a small community and everybody looked out for one another. He would never trade it for the world. Running a ranch gave him a purpose and a scene of belonging to the town. Once he was over the mountain and heading down the long stretch of road on the other side, Cooper knew he was almost home. Listening to a country station, he drove as he was in a trance, not paying any attention was he went on his way. As he passed the Lucky 32 miles sign, he happened to notice dust and smoke coming up from the side of the road. Someone must have run off the road. He decided to stop as he had his truck and could help pull them out if they needed. Getting out of the truck, Cooper walked over to see if he could help. As he got closer, he noticed a small blue car was smashed up against the side of the ditch and the airbag was inflated.

Man, that car was totaled, and the smell of gas was everywhere. Hoping no one was hurt, he called out. When no one answered, he carefully went over to look at the driver. What he saw caught him off guard. A small auburn-haired woman was slumped over against the side window with blood running down her forehead. Cooper reached into his pocket for his phone and then called 911. He was informing the dispatcher of his location and about the woman in the car when he smelled smoke. He looked over at the car, and smoke was starting to billow out of the engine. She must have done some serious damage. With the smell of gas lingered in the air, Cooper knew he had to get the woman out of the car and quickly as it could go up in flames at any point. He tried to get the door open, but it was jammed. He ran around the other side and was able to crawl across the passenger side and pull the women out that way. Man was she tiny and light. She looked like she hadn’t eaten anything in weeks. Trying to be as careful as he could, he picked her up and ran up to the road to wait for rescue crews. He did a quick scan of her body to see the extent of all her injuries. He could see she had a nasty laceration on her head and bruising on her chest from her seat belt. Thank god she wore that. He looked down and noticed her wrist was swollen. She probably broke or sprained her wrist trying to take control of the car. Everything else looked okay.

Cooper held her in his arms, pushing the hair out of her face, and noticed how pale she looked. She must have lost a lot of blood. He took off his shirt and placed it on the cut on her head, hoping to stop the bleeding. When he covered the cut, she let out a painful moan. Her eyes started to flutter open, and she looked at him. She must have been startled as she tried to get out of his arms. “Whoa there, darlin’, you need to stay still,” he said as he ran his hands over her hair, trying to comfort her. He knew she had to stay still to make sure no more damage was done. She had been lucky she was not killed, but she needed to be checked out.

Riley didn’t know what was going on. The last thing she remembered was driving down a long stretch, playing with the radio, then a deer. “Oh my god, I crashed,” she said as the memories started coming back. Trying to gather her thoughts, she looked up and saw she was being held, and she didn’t know this person holding her. All she knew was she had to get away. She tried to get up but his arms held her down. He was gently rubbing his hands down her hair. Riley felt dizzy and leaned back on his lap. Trying not to throw up on him as the world was spinning around her, she took slow, deep breaths. Trying to think of something to say, she opened her mouth and was cut short by the sounds of an approaching emergency vehicle. The paramedics rushed over and started asking her questions about the date, where she was, and her name.

The paramedics loaded her up onto a stretcher, and the only thing she saw was a concerned look on her rescuer’s face as the doors shut.

 

ADULT EXCERPT:

Lunch went by quick, and soon she found herself back at work. Cooper had not returned from his call out to one of the ranches, and the sheriff was nowhere to be found. Riley sat down and started filing the reports that were left on the desk. The door rang, and Riley looked up to a very pissed-off Cash.

“Where the hell were you? I tried calling you on the cell and here. Cooper is out on a damn call and the damn sheriff is gone. There is no one here with you. I agreed you could take this job as long as someone was here to watch you, and you ran off without a damn care in the world. Now where the fuck did you go?” Cash was screaming hostilely as he approached Riley, who was now backed against the wall of the office.

“I can do whatever the hell I want, Cash Jackson! But for your information, I went to lunch with Sam. It was nothing big, but I went there and came right back. So don’t go getting your panties all in a twist. No one is going to get me in here.”

“Kitten, you’re skating on thin ice. I have had just about enough and should put you over my knee and watch that tight ass turn bright pink and hot under my hand for not listening to me and Cooper. Then maybe you would think twice before putting yourself in any danger again.” Cash knew he was hanging on by a thread. His heart had stopped when he had not been able to get a hold of her, and he knew Coop was out on a call.

“You wouldn’t dare spank me. You talk a big talk, Cash, but you have used this line on me before and you haven’t once followed through. So go blow it out your ass.” Riley knew she shouldn’t be baiting him, but she had had enough of him telling her what she could and couldn’t do. As soon as the thought popped into her head, Cash was on her and dragging her into the sheriff’s office and locking the door.

“Oh, kitten, now you have done it.” Then the next thing Riley knew, she was being turned around, facing the desk, as Cash worked on the button of her jeans.

Cash was well aware that Riley was pushing her luck, but he was more than happy to play. He did warn her, and his palm twitched with anticipation of heating her ass up good. The stunt she pulled with her leaving and just now had earned her ten good spankings.

“Riley, I need you to know that I would do anything to keep you safe. This is a reminder that every time you don’t listen, I will spank your ass. Now bend over and don’t move, and you are not allowed to come until I tell you.”

And with that, Riley bent over the desk and held still. She knew he was worried and then threw it back in his face.

The excitement of being spanked had some sort of appeal to her, as she read about it in books but never experienced it. She was not one for pain, but she knew neither Cooper nor Cash would actually hurt her. The first smack came at her with a surprise. It hurt, but not as badly as she feared. Cash rubbed the area after each hit, but by the third smack she was feeling the pain morph into pleasure as it radiated down into her now-aching sex. She never knew that this pain could be so damn erotic and hot.

By the tenth smack, Riley was moaning after each one. Cash felt the zipper of his denim jeans creating an imprint on his cock. He leaned over and whispered into Riley’s ear, “You did great, kitten, but now I am going to fuck you, and you can come now.” He let his words penetrated Riley’s mind, while he lowered his zipper, and then he was inside her. Cash started a slow, rhythmic movement, grinding his hips when he was seated fully inside her. He could feel Riley quicken with pleasure as her walls started to grip him tight. Cash was aware that Riley was getting close as her breathing patterns increased and she panted with need, need for him. He started a punishing pounding rhythm as their bodies collided. It was the last of his control. He never thought Riley would let him spank her, as she seemed so timid and shy, but she accepted it without any hesitations. The fact that she submitted to him made his cock strain with need. The sensations started to build at the base of his spine, and his balls drew up.

 

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 Claiming Their Racy Sub

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BLURB:

 

When submissive Alexa Monahan moves to Racy, Indiana, from Manhattan, she knows the abusive Dom she left behind might find her, but she can’t help falling in love with Doms Chase Taylor and Luke Rodriguez.

 

Luke Rodriguez was always the man whom women wanted as a friend, but never as a lover. He’s met his soul mate in Alexa, but can he help her overcome the abuse she suffered so she can love him in the way he craves?

 

Chase Taylor’s wife left him years ago and now he’s afraid to give his heart away, until he meets Alexa. She’s everything he’s ever wanted. But what is she hiding in her past, and can he protect her from it?

 

The three soon find themselves battling not only Alexa’s demons from her abuse as a teen, but a very real threat in the form of her ex-Dom who has somehow found her…

 

EXCERPT:

Chase Taylor was a hunk with an attitude, but she was drawn to him. He wasn’t cocky or haughty though. That wasn’t the reason he fascinated her. She loved his confidence, and the way he’d walk into a room and simply take charge of it by his mere presence.

She’d made sure he wasn’t a sadistic asshole like Brad by grilling Noah for almost two hours one evening. She knew Chase frequented Maddox McCree’s very private and exclusive dungeon, and that he was the zoning commissioner in Racy. He was also the reason why Kari had been able to renovate the old house into both living quarters upstairs and a sex shop on the first floor.

But that wasn’t why he and Alexa had started dancing around each other. Alexa had been in the bar one night and Chase walked in. He hadn’t stopped staring at her, and finally Luke had introduced them. After Luke closed down his bar that night, the three had gone to Nan’s Place, the favorite local greasy spoon, and spent hours just talking. Alexa had been so comfortable with both men it surprised her.

“How is business at the shop?” asked Chase.

“It’s great. Kari and I are so busy it’s crazy. Three months ago we weren’t even sure we’d be open for Valentine’s Day.”

“That’s what she said.” He gave her a pointed stare. “Soon you’ll be able to put on some of those clothes you two plan to sell and come to Maddox’s club with me.”

Chase had been trying to get her to go to Maddox’s club with him ever since, but she’d given him one lame excuse after another. Alexa wasn’t quite ready to walk into a club again. Not yet, at least.

“You’re a million miles away tonight, Alexa.” A lock of Chase’s brown hair fell over his forehead. Alexa reached up without thinking and brushed it out of his eyes. The softness that came over them sent a flood of desire coursing through her body.

Whereas Luke reminded Alexa of a bear, Chase was more like a lion or a cheetah, perhaps. A bear was cuddly and soft but able to rip your head off if he was defending his territory. But a cheetah was purely predatory. Chase had an aura about him that screamed, “I’m in control but I won’t hurt you.” Noah, who she’d trust with her life, had assured Alexa that Chase would cut off an arm before he’d hurt a woman. She wanted so badly to take a chance and trust him.

Chase waved a hand in front of her face. “Earth to Alexa.”

“Sorry, Chase. I guess I’m just tired.”

Chase’s smile was quick and sexy. “You should be. You’re working too hard. You need a day off.” He leaned close, and the smell of Aramis filled her head. “Why don’t you come on a drive with me tomorrow? The shop will be closed, right? Have you seen the wind turbines? We could drive up I-65. What do you say?”

She stared into his eyes, overcome with conflicting emotions. A drive on a frosty Sunday afternoon would be fun, and she was curious about the wind turbines. Almost everyone in this town was associated with them in one way or another.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to get back into the lifestyle. It was that she wasn’t prepared to face her past and all that Brad had put her through, and being a sub again meant she’d have to do both. She and Julie had talked about that aspect of her life extensively.

The idea of submitting to a man again made her wary, even while she craved it. Most days she believed she was completely fucked up. But she’d come to realize there was a fine line between being a Dom and being abusive, and Brad had crossed it. Alexa simply hadn’t known how to back away, or not to get involved in the first place.

But having grown up with a mother who was an escort and let her clients stay overnight in her home with a teenage daughter in the next bedroom while she drank herself into a coma nearly every night so that the clients did what they wanted, when they wanted to the daughter, had left Alexa with a skewed sense of right and wrong.

“Alexa, all I’m asking for is to take a drive with me. We’ll stop somewhere afterwards and get dinner. No expectations, and no strings attached. I swear it.”

She sensed movement next to her and glanced up to find Luke standing close. Chase’s smile didn’t leave his face as he shook Luke’s hand.

“How are you, Luke? Great crowd tonight.”

“Yeah.”

Chase cleared his throat, and resignation filled his eyes. He cut his gaze to Alexa for a second then glanced up at Luke. “I was just telling Alexa we should take a drive to see the wind turbines. She never has. And then we could stop and get something to eat. Want to come along? Can you leave your bar for an afternoon?”

Luke blinked a couple of times. To say he looked surprised was an understatement, but he recovered quickly. “Sure I can. My sister Peppi will keep an eye on it for me. Okay. I’ll come along.”

“Great.” Chase nodded toward Alexa. “What do you say now? Yes?”

Alexa didn’t want to hide in the past anymore. She wanted her chance at happiness as well. Now that Kari spent all her free time with Noah and Adison, she was lonely. They’d had such a great time at Nan’s that night, why should tomorrow be any different? Then again, this wasn’t a walk down Market Street in Racy. It was a drive some miles away, and an entire day together with the two of them.

But Alexa wanted this. Julie had said she was ready, and she felt ready. It was only a day. She didn’t have to tell them about Brad or her past, and she didn’t have to do anything except enjoy their company. They wanted to be with her, and she wanted to be with them. She was hungry for them both, and it was time to stop being afraid and enjoy her life.

“Okay. Let’s do that. It sounds perfect.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT:

She imagined kissing each man. Both had great mouths, and she already knew they both knew how to use them. She’d had more than one hot and heavy kiss-and-feel session with each man. Alexa conjured up those memories now, letting her imagination do the rest of the work. It wasn’t a stretch to imagine how they’d look, hard and muscled, with dicks ready to fill her holes and make her scream with pleasure.

Luke began to massage her shoulders, and Alexa sighed as she imagined his strong hands moving lower to knead her breasts. Chase’s hand moved gently up and down one thigh, and Alexa had to bite back a moan as she pictured it cupping her wet pussy. When she covered it with her own and moved it higher, she heard his sharp intake of breath.

Luke inched one hand lower, and Alexa took that one with her free hand and moved it to her left breast. “Jesus,” whispered Luke.

“Shit. We’re still twenty minutes away from Racy.” Chase’s voice was raspy.

Alexa smiled. “Deal with it, Chase.”

She didn’t quite move his hand up to her pussy, but she did spread her legs a bit and let him think she was going to. Luke kept his hand on her breast in a way that made her feel as if he owned her, and it was so sexy that Alexa was squirming in her seat by the time Chase finally pulled into the garage of his condo.

As soon as she was inside, Chase cupped her face in both hands. “Alexa”—his voice was soft and tender—“we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You know that, right?”

“That’s right,” said Luke, his gaze fixed on her breasts. “If all you want to do is watch TV, that’s what we’ll do.”

She sighed. “You two are pretty damn special, you know that?”

“We know it,” said Luke, grinning.

Chase actually rolled his eyes. Then he kissed Alexa and she forgot all about Brad, New York, and the beer that was still rolling around in her stomach. His kiss was rough and deep, but Alexa wanted that right now. She clung to him and kissed him back, parting her lips to let his tongue inside.

Luke’s strong hands massaged her ass cheeks, and when he gave each one a soft smack, Alexa jumped. It wasn’t that she didn’t like to be spanked, but she hadn’t expected it coming from Luke. Before either man could comment on her reaction, she deepened her kiss with Chase. Desire ran through her body, hot and fast. When Chase finally released her mouth, Luke turned her around and kissed her neck, sending shock waves down Alexa’s spine and straight to her soaking wet pussy.

Chase pulled off his shirt and tossed it on a chair as he walked toward the stairs. Luke and Alexa followed. Halfway up the staircase, Luke took off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. Alexa giggled at the sight of both shirts then pulled off her sweater. She laughed out loud at the look of raw desire on both their faces.

“Well, fuck it all,” said Chase, taking off his shoes and socks.

Alexa had taken a quick look around the condo before Chase had kissed her, and she’d had just enough time to be impressed with his taste in decorating, and to realize he was a neat freak compared to her and Luke. She’d been in Luke’s apartment only once, but that had been long enough to find out he was more like her in terms of housekeeping. Wherever something landed, that’s where it lived that day.

“This is killing you, isn’t it?” she asked Chase as Luke removed his shoes, socks, and jeans, and threw them on top of his shirt.

“Oh shut up.” His voice was full of humor, and his eyes danced with light.

When both men stood naked in front of her, Alexa gasped at the sight of their muscled bodies and thick red dicks. Both were already slick with pre-cum. She actually became lightheaded staring at them, imagining them in her mouth, her pussy, and her ass.

“Your turn, beautiful.” Luke’s gaze was intent and full of raw lust. His voice was soft and teasing. Alexa sighed and unhooked her bra, letting it fall at her feet.

“Fuck,” muttered Chase.

“God in heaven,” whispered Luke.

Alexa felt heat creep up her neck and face. Brad had never looked at her curvy body with reverence. She’d believed she would feel self-conscious of her less-than-perfect muscles, especially when compared to Luke and Chase’s bodies, but the admiration and desire in their eyes told her she had nothing to fear. They liked what they saw. She held their gazes, looking from one man to the other, as she slid down her jeans and stepped out of her boots. The panties she wore were soaked anyway, so she slipped them off and stood with her hands behind her back and her eyes downcast, like a good sub would.

“Dulce María madre de Dios,” whispered Luke. She lifted her gaze to his groin and watched his cock twitch.

“Alexa…” Chase cleared his throat. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

“Thank you. So are you. Both of you.” Before she lost her nerve, she dropped to her knees in front of Luke and took his dick in one hand. She moaned at the way it jumped and at the fullness of it. Chase moved down one step so she could reach his cock as well, and Alexa took him in the other hand.

 

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