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From Allyson Young a new @EvernightPub release 'Insurmountable' #BDSM

Kidnapped because of her father’s wrongdoings, Bianca Fontaine is interrogated for any hint of his whereabouts by a man she has no reason to be drawn to. Who falls for their kidnapper? Especially an arrogant, hard man who is bound by duty—with those intriguing soft and caring qualities he hates to show. She’s learned the truth about her mother’s disappearance and her reality is suspect, except for the one constant—Ellis Valiant.

Ellis Valiant is indeed a hard man, but he’s already destroyed Bianca’s world and could make it worse if he doesn’t send her away. But when he finds her exploring her submissive side in the sex club fronting for his organization, his noble efforts fall by the wayside and he steps up as her Dom. Except Ellis harbors a secret, an insurmountable one, and Bianca will surely hate him when it comes to light.

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Pushing her into the back seat of the closest SUV, his big hand on the crown of her head, between it and the door frame, invader number one climbed in beside her. The man who said she was worthless as a hostage got in behind the wheel. Scrambling across the leather surface, Bianca huddled against the door, wondering if she might throw herself out and make a run for it. But where? There was no ally in the traitor Mrs. Doucette and they’d probably shoot Max in retaliation. She prayed the housekeeper would care for her dog as she promised. The older woman had never been anything but kind to him, but then she’d been kind to Bianca too. Bianca chewed the inside of her cheek. Maybe her father would get Max back when he ransomed or came for her. She had to hold onto some kind of hope of rescue, maybe before things happened to her. Anybody with money at her schools was versed in possible kidnappings, and the lurid tales left a vile taste in the back of her throat.
The man beside her pulled off his hood, running his fingers through flattened hair. Bianca stared. She knew she was staring, but was incapable of doing anything about it. It was like looking at a carefully sculpted face of a Roman god. High cheekbones, deeply set golden eyes framed by a thicket of black lashes under dark brows, incongruous with the thick blond hair curling to his collar, and a chiseled set of lips. The door shut, plunging the vehicle into relative darkness as its light extinguished and deprived her of that rock star visage. Of a killer.
“Fuck, man. You let her see your face!”
His deep voice retorted, “It’s not like Fontaine doesn’t know who crashed his party, Dave.”
Over the grind of the ignition she heard the driver mutter, “And it’s not like she’s ever going home.” A shadow of fabric passed in front of the muted lights from the dash instruments for a moment as he too pulled off his mask, tossing it aside. Her chances of surviving this just narrowed from fifty to zero percent, and she desperately needed to pee.
They drove in silence, the other vehicles falling in behind to form a convoy as they bumped through the ruined gates and gained the main road. Aside from their initial comments, neither man spoke, and she too remained silent. Her thoughts clamored to be heard but she couldn’t put them in any real semblance of order. Kidnapped. Check. They were going to make her talk about her father. Check. They planned to try to ransom her. Check. Except they didn’t think that would prove fruitful. Wouldn’t her father move heaven and earth to get her back? Except he wasn’t a family-first kind of guy … she didn’t want to understand the inference but accepted it was huge. Nightmare. Check. She concentrated on her breathing and drew on her reserves when she really wanted to scream the roof down.
“What’s with her, Ellis?” The driver finally spoke up. “She hasn’t said boo since she gave up the old man. Must be her father’s daughter, eh?”
Feeling his eyes boring into her, she turned inward. Ellis. An unusual name. Had she heard it before?
“Plenty of time to talk later, Dave. You hear of shock?” Ellis spoke quietly.
“Maybe,” answered Dave. “Most women would be crying and carrying on though. Can’t say I don’t like her reaction. Easier to put up with. Although there’s a ball gag in the dash.”
Ball gag? She bit her lip and swallowed convulsively, an action so awkward it hurt her throat.
“You plotting, Bianca?”
Despite herself, she jerked when Ellis used her name. Had she really thought they wouldn’t know it? Especially when they seemed well apprised of other things involving her father. A thought right out of the blue struck her with the same impact as a blow to the face might. Did they know where her mother was?
“I expect an answer, little one.” The velvety threat wove through his voice.
She shook her head, not trusting her voice. His hand grasped her upper arm and dragged her closer. His scent overwhelmed her, leather, gun oil and male. “Answer me. Are you plotting?”
“No,” she whispered. She stared into his face, the flood of lighting from the other cars’ headlights giving him a faintly demonic look. Had Mike seen that look in his eyes before this Ellis struck him down?
He released her with a slight smile. “Good. Then I’ll leave you to it. If you try to escape you’ll be punished.”
Easing back, building distance between them, Bianca tried to get her shakes under control. So far he hadn’t hurt her, despite his obvious ability to do so. She decided not to think about what this Ellis meant by punishment, and instead considered what might lay ahead if she cooperated. They seemed professional, like her father’s bodyguards, although surely Mike had taken a stupid risk—and paid for it. She didn’t particularly care for the man, but now tears pricked. His sacrifice had been for naught. She could hope they would treat her like a valuable commodity—until she wasn’t.

Author Bio:

Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.
Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favors the darker side of romance.

Release day for 'Highland Fate' from guest @VictoriaZak2 #historical #PNR

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TITLE – Highland Fate SERIES – Guardians of Scotland AUTHOR – Victoria Zak GENRE – Historical Paranormal romance (Dragon Shifters) PUBLICATION DATE – Nov 23 2015 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 65K PUBLISHER – Victoria Zak COVER ARTIST – JAB
She was his saving grace.
The Red Hawk, warrior chieftain of Helmfirth, is an over bearing, dominating dragon who strikes fear in his enemies, until one day a nemesis dares to test his limits and attacks Hawk and all that he holds dear. With one foot in the grave, Hawk finds himself inside the walls of Dunfermline Abbey and his life at the mercy of Sister Kate. In repaying a debt for saving his life, Hawk accepts Kate’s proposal. Will her proposal be the death of him or save him from a terrible mistake?
He was her fall from grace.
Growing up in Dunfermline Abbey, boundaries and vows have kept Sister Kate safe until a wounded red-headed Highlander in desperate need of her help turns her guarded life upside down. The lure of this man brings out a side of Kate long suppressed, she now yearns to leave the Abbey in search of her true self. There’s one problem, she can’t make the daunting journey through the Highlands alone. She needs a Highlander with exceptional skills and she has her eyes set on one, Hawk.

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Victoria Zak is an internationally bestselling author in Scottish Historical Paranormal Romance. Her first book, Highland Burn, won an Honorable Mention at the 2015 RONE awards for best paranormal romance.
Growing up in the sister city to Stirling, Scotland, Scottish flare was abundant throughout Dunedin, FL. From her High School band to the annual Highland Games that took place right across the street from her childhood home, the bagpipes beckoned her toward her calling. It seemed only natural for Victoria Zak to want to write in the Scottish historical romance genre. Add to the fact, she was also a paranormal romance junkie, there was no doubt that her influences would be the driving force behind her stories.

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Patti wants a Dom and it seems she finds one in this Sunday's #SexySnippets @EvernightPub #erotic #BDSM

Sexy Snippets are seven sentences, taken from a work in progress, or published book, brought to you every Sunday.
From Evernight Publishing 'A Dom for Patti'

His heart hammered in his chest and for the first time ever, nerves dropped his voice to a whisper. “I want you from behind. Bend over the bench.”
He watched as Patti bent and clutched at the handles on the sides, her panties discarded further along the padded seat. Her short black shift dress rode up her thighs, showing her pussy as she opened her legs.
Cameron’s cock throbbed in response to the sight. He stroked between her legs until cream ran onto his palm. He pushed her dress up around her breasts rubbing the silky fabric in his fingers appreciatively. 
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2015 Evernight Publishing
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Sizzle with #ScintillatingSunday in the Mediterranean sun and sex on beach @EvernightPub #bestseller #erotic

When delectable Thorn Valmont buys an old palace to renovate on the Mediterranean coast, he never dreams it will cost him his freedom.
Thorn is part of an aristocratic family. He’s a prince and must find his princess to solve a puzzle he inherits from the ancient owners of the Mediterranean palace.

Will he find her in time to stop his loneliness destroying him completely?

She knelt so that he could raise his hips and slide the jeans down his thighs.

The white sand felt cool under his ass. His cock ached. His stomach muscles were so tightly clenched with the need to fuck he could hardly breathe. Thorn watched Grace push aside the pale blue fabric of her bikini panties between her legs. His breath left him in a whoosh as she grasped his cock to guide the head to her entrance, and then with exquisite slowness sat down onto it so that he felt every inch of the warm, wet, glide in.

She straddled across his lap, her knees in the sand and her inner thighs against the skin of his outer thighs. She held the V of his hips and rode his cock.

Copyright Elodie Parkes, Evernight Publishing

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The lovely @AuthorLynnBurke has a new @EvernightPub release and a #giveaway as she visits the blog today #BDSM

Happy Book Birthday to Lynn Burke and 
Tempered by Her!
Tempered by Her
Risso Family #4
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Keywords: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, BDSM, Light Bondage
Zane Risso, a Dominant unyielding in his desires, is haunted by the one woman he wants and can’t have, vanilla goodie-two-shoes Raquel Hawkins. He knows the only way to flush her from his system is to seduce her and move on, because surrendering the kink club addiction he enjoys is not a demand he'll accept. From any woman.
Raquel Hawkins has never known temptation like the blue-eyed Italian god who seems fond of whispering naughty things in her ear during office hours. He’s bad news—sin personified—and although she continues to deny him, her body’s responses to his sensual words just might buy her a one-way ticket to hell.
From their first kiss, Zane’s determination to overcome her Pollyanna principles threatens his lifestyle. For Raquel, giving in to temptation would doubtless leave her heart a shredded mess—and unlock sordid secrets best left in the dark.
Click on the image above more information on the Risso Family Series
I found Raquel kneeling in the center of my bed, hands on her lap, head bowed, her high heels placed side by side on the floor at the bed’s foot. She hadn’t obeyed my first command, but fuck me, I didn’t give a shit.
I’d planned on taking her over my knee and reddening every inch of her ass and thighs, but seeing her in such a submissive pose in the middle of my bed had me drooling for a taste. “Take off your blouse.”
She started at my voice, but lifted shaking hands to do as told. With each button slipped free, my arousal returned, and the blue silk sliding off her bare shoulders and revealing a see-through white lace bra and puckered rosy nipples brought a groan to my lips.
“Lay back.” I strode forward as she straightened her legs and complied, the sounds of her quickened breaths heating my blood.
Fuckin’ Raquel Hawkins, sweet innocent, was on my bed, the darkness beneath her knee-length skirt sending my saliva glands into hyper-drive. I slipped leather ties around her wrists and tied her tight to my headboard. She chewed on her lower lip, chest rising and falling enough to make me think she might call out her safe word, but she kept silent.
I kicked off my shoes and climbed onto the bed, pushing up her pencil skirt with agonizing slowness over nylon-clad legs while settling on my haunches between them.
Thigh highs. I swallowed. Fuckin’A.
A sweep of my thumbs from inner to outer thighs, and she lifted her ass, allowing me to push the skirt to her waist. So much for my assumption about granny panties. White lace matching her bra and a scrap of silk hid her virgin curls from me. I leaned down, breathing in the sweet, musky scent of her arousal. “I’m going to taste you, Raquel.”
She gasped, her hands flexing in their restraints.
“You’re not allowed to come until I tell you to.”
I reached up and pinched her nipple, earning another gasp, a groan of pleasure on its heels as she writhed on the bed. “The proper response would be, yes, Sir.”
She licked her lips again and whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir, what?”
“I won’t come until you tell me to.”
About Lynn Burke
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
Her current work, the Risso Familly Novellas, revolves around four siblings from Boston’s North End.
Find Lynn on her website, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Amazon, and Goodreads.
All FOUR Risso Family novellas and a 
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From guest author @ClairedLuneBooks a new @sirenbookstrand release 'Masters to the Rescue' #BDSM

Masters to the Rescue
When the cat's away the mouse will play. But when the cat is a Dom, the mouse better have an excellent reason for her deception.
Master Angus is absent on business, but he knows his sub, Jane is hiding something from him. He comes home early to discover what it is and he finds himself faced with a problem. He finds a unique and satisfying solution with the help of his friends in Prometheus in Chains
Jane Scott thinks it's better to keep her secret than to worry and her Master while he's away. She's bent on helping her friend Jaimie Wright to sort his life out forgets the price to be paid by an errant s 
**BDSM with spanking, Kinbaku, and fire-play
Prometheus in Chains no 13 and the latest episode in the lives of Master Angus and his Jane
Now let’s eat our sandwiches and drink our tea, then we are going home.” He handed her the plate, and she took a ham and tomato sandwich and bit into it. He took another, and soon they’d worked their way through the whole pile.” Angus sat back and sighed.
“That’s better. I always forget just how good the food is here.”
“Let me get you some cake or a scone from the subs’ tea,” Jane suggested.
“No. I’ve eaten enough. Now I intend to satisfy my other and more pressing need,” he said, and he stroked his throbbing cock, which was pressing against the zipper of his trousers in a painful manner.
“But, the Doms’ meeting and the subs’ tea…”
“Sod the subs and their tea. This zipper is going to do permanent damage to my cock if I don’t get out of these infernal trousers. Besides I want you at home and naked. I haven’t been inside you for almost a week and those 'phone sessions left me frustrated and horny as hell. Hurry up and drink your tea. I can’t wait for you to get your things and get into your car. You, mo run, are going home.”
Jane stood, her tea forgotten as she hurried as best she could to collect her things and go to her car. Angus got into his and followed her out of the carpark. Once at home he abandoned his suitcase and briefcase in the car and followed her into the house. He closed the door and took her in his arms. His mouth descended on hers, and he was lost in the heat and flames of a desire so strong that it made him tremble. This was going to be hard and fast, and to judge by the way she was squirming and wriggling against him, she wanted it that way too.
He lifted her against the wall and freed his cock. He was swollen and painful, but she was going to relieve that pain. She moaned as he stroked her tongue with his. Then he sucked, and she tightened her arms about him. She wore a short skirt and no knickers, as always. He slipped his dick into her pussy. She was wet and slick and so very hot. She grasped his cock and arched her back as he slammed into her. From this angle every stroke rubbed along the ridge that was her G-spot, and the mewling, moaning sounds she made were music to his ears. God how I’ve missed her. He tightened his hold on her. He wasn’t going to last long. He reached between them with one hand and found her clit. She kissed him with increasing passion as one of his long fingers rubbed in circles over her swollen bud. He felt its hardness and knew she was almost there. He increased the pressure as he thrust into her deeply satisfying, welcoming heat.
God, how I’ve missed her. He wouldn’t be leaving her behind ever again. His hips took on a life of their own as he felt his climax gathering. He pressed and pinched her clit, and she jerked uncontrollably in his arms. Her muscles clenched around his dick, their vice-like grip pushing him over the edge as, with a low moan of satisfaction, he came deep inside her. His legs trembled, and he staggered into the lounge with Jane in his arms.
He lowered her onto the sofa and followed her down, his cock still inside her. He knew she loved to feel his weight on top of her, so he stayed there holding her until his softening dick slid out of her and his legs regained their strength, and then he stood, pulled her to her feet, and kissed her deeply.
“I’ve missed you so much, my sweetheart,” he murmured against her hair. Her perfume intoxicated him. The smell of her arousal and his release mingled in a heady scent, and he inhaled deeply. She was his. He’d been foolish beyond belief to have doubted her, but she was his world. She was in his heart, his soul, and every waking moment she was in his thoughts. He should have realized. He should have trusted her. But she should have told him. He wanted full communication. That way there were no misunderstandings or doubts. He’d get them both cleaned up and 'phone Xander at once. His Jane was limping and in pain, and he would sort it out. Then she’d have her arse warmed for making him worried and not telling him right away.
© Clair de Lune, Siren Publishing, 2015
Author bio:
I live in Dumfries and Galloway in Southern Scotland, although I was born in South Yorkshire. I spent many happy years teaching, and when I retired I became bored with just the domestic routine.

My youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own, and I wrote Initiation, book one in the Prometheus in Chains series. Since then writing has become an important part of my life. It’s been like a roller-coaster ride, and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren, I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I joined Facebook, something I never dreamed I’d do, but I have made many good friends on there, some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life.

I would love to hear from you and I always answer e-mails or contacts on Facebook.

Cuddle up for #MWTease #eroticromance with 'Rescuing Cade' from @EvernightPub #NSFW #erotic

From Rescuing Cade
Cade’s trying to get over a broken heart when his friend Jack takes him off to a nightclub, named only The Club. Although Cade’s shocked by the place he meets Marissa. It’s not long before he and Marissa get together, but under the pressure of expectations from The Club, and Marissa’s fear of commitment, they’re both running in opposite directions.
Gorgeous Cade has touched Marissa’s heart in ways she doesn’t want to admit.
Lovely Marissa has lifted Cade’s sadness and opened his heart to love again.
The trouble is — someone has to give a little. Who’s it going to be?
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Marissa slipped her hands around his face and kissed his eyelids. “You can stay all night. We can do this all night. I want to taste you, have you come in my mouth. You might not know it, but you’re very sexy. Your kiss is to die for. The feel of your body under my hands sends me crazy.”
She eased off his fingers and his lap. The way he sat waiting for her to take what she wanted filled her with tenderness. She knelt before his open thighs, held his hips, and nuzzled between his legs, softly kissing and licking at his balls. His cock leaked and she held him low on the shaft to lap it up.
Cade groaned as she took his cock deep into her mouth.
She moved her lips up and down his cock, swirled her tongue around the shape of him and sucked until his groans matched the slow thrust of his hips.
He held her head gently when he orgasmed. His cock pulsed out cum into her mouth.
Marissa ran her fingers between his legs and cupped his sac as he came. She swallowed down his cum and lapped at the head.
Cade groaned, gripping handfuls of her hair.
She stilled and waited until he let go of her head, before she took his cock gently from her mouth and laid it across his thigh. She kissed up his chest to his neck and rested there for a moment. His sculpted body was a sweet temptation and she ran her hand down over his muscles
Cade picked her up and laid her on the bed. He leaned over her.
Marissa’s heartbeat sped up. The atmosphere heavy with sex and desire, she welcomed his body on hers, reaching up to hold him.
His kiss held tenderness, then he lay beside her, and cuddled her against his body, her head on his shoulder.
Copyright Elodie Parkes , Evernight Publishing, 2015
5 stars from Readers' Favorite
Elodie Parkes has written a captivating story...
the two leads are endearing and very relatable. I really enjoyed this novel and am looking forward to reading more from Elodie Parkes.
4 and a half stars from Manic readers
for Rescuing Cade
"I usually enjoy Parkes’ stories and I loved Rescuing Cade."

4 stars and two words from LBAS book reviews, "So hot...."
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