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CAPTURING THEIR MATE

October 2145

Lexi

“Take her. Now! She will be punished severely.” The commanding voice was husky, laced with the kind of sensuality that would leave any woman panting with desire—human or otherwise.

I wasn’t one of them.

“Yes, Captain.” The second voice was just as dark, a sneer remaining on his face as he looked me directly in the eyes.

The five creatures standing in front of a wayward group of humans were massive in size,capturingtheirmate_full their violet-hued muscular bodies and piercing tangerine eyes demanding surrender. They were spectacular in every manner, their bodies chiseled from fine marble, skin glistening in the late morning sun as if flecked with sprinkles of gold. Their leader was regal, standing at well over six and a half feet tall, his long dark hair accentuating his voluptuous lips. Even the deep baritone of his husky and sensuous voice could be considered paralyzing for several reasons.

They were from the Cenzan race, a species that had touted their friendship from the second they’d appeared, but I’d never been stupid enough to buy their crap.

They’d arrived on Earth almost two years before with little fanfare, crowding our airspace and attempting to become our friends. I’d seen their arrival, my face glued to the telescans like so many others in the surviving countries. There’d been so much trepidation then eagerness, like puppies longing for a new master. So many humans had bought their bullshit, falling for their handsome, rugged features and seductive manners.

The aliens.

Predators.

The bastards who’d killed my father.

Fuck them.

I took a decided step backward, defying the leader’s command, sneering at him in my usual defiant manner. “Stay away from me, you beasts. Fuck you!”

“You will not talk to the captain that way or you will be killed!” The Cenzan’s angry voice was more like a snarl.

Captain, huh? Who the hell cared?

“Oh, no.”

“Be quiet, Lexi.”

“Don’t anger them.”

I rolled my eyes hearing the various whispers—human whispers.

The other members of my hidden city stood huddled in fear, their breathing scattered as they attempted not to draw any attention to themselves. I’d done that for all of us. They’d hunted us like wild animals, breaking through our defense systems easily.

The great captain took a giant stride forward, his penetrating eyes concentrating on only me. I refused to blink.

I’d learned to hate the alien creatures. In my mind they were ruthless barbarians who had no care or understanding of human life. We were nothing to them but flesh and bone, men forced to work like imprisoned dogs, providing them nourishment. Sadly, the fate of fertile female humans was much worse. What little news traveled the airwaves told of horrific deeds, women abducted against their will. I’d followed the news since their arrival, making note of everything I’d heard. So much was confirmed by my father, a true hater of their kind. Then he was gone, taken from my mother and me in a flash.

The Cenzans believed they could rule our kind, stripping away what was left of our humanity. That would never happen as long as I was alive.

I was a fighter, a highly acclaimed astrophysicist, as well as a daughter of two highly trained scientists. I was also considered important to the lives of those living in Virginia City. Perhaps I’d turned into a dreamer, longing for what I’d been taught as a child, a kinder, gentler Earth.

That was no more.

The Cenzans were preparing to take over.

An earlier war had destroyed much of our lands, killing millions of people. We’d fought for our basic survival, only to be conquered by the most savage creatures in the entire solar system. My skin crawled just thinking about them. And here they were, attempting to punish me for protecting my people.

The leader gazed up and down the length of my trembling body, the look raw and visceral.

I was shaken, much more so than I wanted to let on and lifted my weapon. “Stay away from all of us or I willkill you.”

The leader took two giant strides, slapping away the weapon with ease, his hand snapping around my arm as he scanned the crowd. “This is what happens to those who do not obey us.”

As I struggled to get out of his powerful hold, he unfastened his belt, yanking the leather strap from the loops. I was stunned, unable to get away, fear crowding out any concept of breathing. “Let me go!” I finally screeched, longing for anyone in the city to stop him.

But they didn’t.

There was no way of knowing just how many monsters there were surrounding us and what they intended on doing. The boom only minutes before had been earthshattering, followed by flashes of searing white light, eradicating much of our specialized scientific equipment. Chaos had ensued, members of the city racing for cover. I’d had seconds to grab my gun, racing toward the entrance, the first to encounter the Cenzans entering our secured space.

“Get off me, you bastards!”

Issuing a series of guttural and very dark sounds, the leader wasted no time in doling out punishment, ignoring my defiance.

As the leather strap came down against my backside, I sucked in my breath, refusing to give the monster the satisfaction of hearing me cry. I was mortified, rage encompassing every inch of me. How in the hell had they broken through our cloaking device? Our heat sensors were blocked off, cooled to the point only a few instruments of any kind would be able to detect our presence.

He brought the strap down again. And again. The strikes were hard, the force jerking my body forward. The pain didn’t register at first but when it did, awakening every nerve ending, tears formed in my eyes. The moment was shocking, driving me to a heightened level of absolute shame. How could any creature do this for simply questioning what the hell they were doing?

I heard certain whimpers and moans from my people, encased with fear and even denial. This wasn’t supposed to happen. We were free, free from tyranny and war, free to live our lives the way we chose. That had been the promise.

The dream.

Maybe the nightmare.

As the whipping continued, I kicked out, managing to catch the massive beast on his shin. He didn’t react other than to smack my bottom again, savagely. The whooshing sound would forever remain in my ears, the anguish now blinding. I was in a state of disbelief, all my anger rolling to the surface. I would kill this asshole with my bare hands.

Even more shocking, there was something else even more humiliating.

I was wet, my pussy clenching with every brutal strike. Panting, my nipples scraped against my tee shirt, allowing the most intense arousal I’d ever experienced. I was lightheaded, breathless, and forbidding my pussy muscles to clench.

But they failed me.

I could feel a climax trickling up from my toes.

What the hell was wrong with me?

The spanking was brutal, telling of the kind of beasts they truly were. My bottom was on fire, every hard crack sending shards of electricity dancing across my eyes. And I remained wet, pussy juice soaking my panties. I prayed to God no one was able to gather the feral scent, but I knew otherwise. I caught a glimpse of the leader’s groin, the thick bulge straining against his pants.

As quickly as the round of discipline had begun, the horrible experience ended, leaving me aching and sore, wet and hot. I could hear his heavy breathing as he pushed me back, his eyes never blinking.

I did everything I could to give him a nasty look even as my mother approached. I threw out my hand, stopping her for advancing. “Don’t. I will handle this!” I would manage this on my own, taking the helm. We locked eyes, the alien and I and I could tell he was more than satisfied from his actions.

He remained excited.

Aroused.

The others swung their weapons in a full circle, daring any of our few citizens capable of challenging them to do so.

“What is your name?” the leader demanded as he slid his belt back into place. His eyes seemed to penetrate to my very soul, perhaps searching for answers as to who we were and exactly what we were doing.

The bastards would never find out.

“What is yours?” I retorted, giving him a lurid smile.

Two of them said something in their language, no doubt scoffing at me. I could tell the creatures were unsure of what to do with a disobedient human.

“Careful, my daughter,” my mother said in the most gentle manner, her eyes never leaving the monsters. “They do not want to hurt us any more than necessary.”

I didn’t acknowledge her, even though she claimed to be an expert of their culture. Her words seemed blasphemous given what had just occurred. There was no anger in her voice, only curiosity. I’d heard far too many stories about them, her rendition more endearing than my father’s. I’d never understood her obvious attraction to them.

Until today.

They were gorgeous, their rippling muscles and carved legs like Gods, chiseled statues meant to be worshiped. Swallowing the nasty bile that had formed in my throat, I tossed away any concept of their enticement, no doubt a ploy in order to get us to trust them.

Blinking, the leader huffed something in his native language, the alien flanking his side nodding in agreement. They were plotting what they were going to do to me.

The leaders of the United States continually issued propaganda, leading Americans to believe Cenzans were our friends. What bullshit. The people hiding in our self-contained compound had believed they were safe, protected by a cloaking device covering our entire city.

They’d been wrong, these monsters breaking through the barrier with a single blast, eradicating what little protection we had.

We would soon be annihilated and there was nothing that our soldiers or esteemed doctors and scientists could do about it. Because of what I’d done, we would be captured and imprisoned, the women of our compound taken away and every fertile female mated.

Including me.

The alien twisted his neck as he raked his eyes down the length of me, his nostrils flaring from a combination of hunger as well as rage. It was obvious he was used to obedience.

Not from this girl. No fucking way. I sneered back, my hands clenched into fists.

“Beasts,” he repeated, half under his breath as he stopped two of his soldiers from progressing. The sound was like smooth velvet sliding across my naked and fully erect nipples then brushing between my legs, teasing my swollen clit. My body betrayed me, creating tingles dancing along my arms. This wasn’t going to happen. They were our enemy in every manner. He took several steps backward, snarling under his breath.

“You’re nothing but monsters!” I snapped, keeping my tone steady.

“Lexi. Don’t!” My mother’s hand gripped my arm, trying to keep me in line.

“This is none of your concern,” another Cenzan stated. “Please return to your quarters. There is only issue with this human female at this time.”

His words brought horrified gasps from the city dwellers, even as they stepped back, ready to flee.

“What’s going to happen to them?” I demanded.

The Cenzan’s eyes never left mine as he approached, only three long strides bringing him to within inches of me. “I am Captain Khrelan Jajenar of the Federation of Cenzans. You are coming with me, Lexi Carmine, where you will face punishment for the crimes committed against our people. You have no choice. If you come without incident, I assure you that your discipline will be less severe in nature. As far as your people, we did not come here to harm them. They are free to continue their lives.”

The fucker knew my full name. Instantly, red flags raised. There was more going on than attacking their sentry soldiers. “But you destroyed our cloaking device,” I managed before anyone else in the group challenged them.

Captain Jajenar inhaled as he lowered his head, a slight growl pushing past his lips. “Your people will be under our protection and unharmed as long as you obey my every command, no matter what is demanded of you.”

He inched so close that I could almost taste his luscious lips, the color like the ripest grapes. I licked my lips, inhaling his scent and almost instantly I was intoxicated. My legs quivered, and I fought to drag myself out of the allure.

“I can’t do that,” I whispered hoarsely.

“You can and you will.”

Now, the bastard was striking a deal? I stared into his eyes, able to sense exactly what he was thinking. For a few precious seconds, I was drawn into his world, seeing everything through as if I was experiencing it. The connection was strong, vibrant, and terrifying.

My dreams over the last few months had been vivid, allowing me to see into the future. I’d always had such a gift, or what I would call a curse. At least my premonitions had allowed me to help protect my new family. But in heart, I’d known that was to be short-lived.

I’d been right.

They’d found our beautiful location, a place I called home and there was nothing we could do to stop them from destroying everything we’d worked so hard to achieve. Everything my father warned had been true.

I would be taken, forced to mate and never to return home again.

What they didn’t know is that I would die by my own hand before allowing that to happen.

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Fiona

Pain. Pleasure. Agony. Ecstasy. Spanking.

They were interwoven together, knocking against my brain. I had no idea where one had left off and the other had begun. My reactions to Shandar were confusing, driving every single sensitive spot, as well as every emotion, to the breaking point. I wanted to hate him, to fight every question and command, but I longed to submit. How could I want him? How? He’d spanked me, not once but twice and both times I’d been left wet and hot, whimpering like a naughty schoolgirl. I pushed the thoughts aside, trying to regain what was left of my sanity even as the stinging on my ass remained, a biting and wonderful reminder of his power and control.

The humiliation of walking down the long and twisted hallways entirely naked was horrific, leaving me shaking with embarrassment. I ached in ways I had never before, my mind foggy. While the punishment had been mild in comparison to Logan’s brand of sadism, I knew without any shadow of a doubt that Captain Drateq would follow through with his promises.

The visions of a barren planet, harsh conditions, and creatures who’d been beaten, left starving had been horrific. There were thousands of them, living in squalor. I couldn’t imagine what the Federation of Cenzan would do to our planet; strip it of its resources? Imprison the males, fuck the females? He was a part of the brutality, a dark and dangerous man. He was also sexy as fuck.

And the kiss.

My body had already betrayed me, desire cresting through me from the way his lips captured mine, his muscles rippling with his own ravaging appetite. His needs were savage, brutal by any standard and I longed for his touch. My nipples were hard, more so with the chill but the aching was only because of his touch. The sting on my ass and legs was biting, but the throbbing in my cunt kept me wet. Even the scent that wafted between us was undeniable. He’d already broken through some barrier, ripping at the armor he’d so aptly discovered.

However, I was not giving up so easily. This was not my home and he was not my master. Knowing what the Cenzans’ plans were for Earth yanked out the fighter in me. We were a people worth saving, at least the majority of men and women, those who’d worked long and hard to bring back methods of humanity. Maybe I was fooling myself given the surprise attack.

Various soldiers flanked the hallways. They gave utter respect to the captain as we passed, but there was no mistaking the way their eyes glazed over. I wanted to lash out, but what damn good was it going to do other than forcing another round of punishment? I already knew sitting would be somewhat painful. I continued to try to cover my breasts with one arm, my pussy with the other. The attempt was futile and after passing every soldier, I flushed even harder, perspiration now trickling down both sides of my face. I was an object, a thing to these creatures. Nothing more.

We rounded another corner and he slowed down.

“Kalek will come for you when you’ve finished with Braga. He will take you to your quarters for the evening.” Captain Drateq kept his voice low, his hand on my arm.

“Whatever.” The single smack on my ass was another reminder to learn respect. For him? For these creatures? He had to be out of his mind.

Shandar stopped long enough to push me against the corridor wall, his hand wrapped around my throat, his entire face ripe with anger. While there was no pressure, no attempt to strangle me, I realized I would need to play along if nothing else.

“Yes, Captain.”

He softened as he let go of me. “My name is Shandar. You may address me in that manner.”

“Not sir or master?” I spit out, regretting it instantly.

“That will also come in time. For now, you are allowed to use our first names. I will decide when the change occurs.” He cocked his head, what could be considered his irises changing, altering in shape and color. I was mesmerized, drawn into them as if they were the true opening to his soul.

This was another ability, controlling me, pulling me into his world. Swallowing, I blinked several times, fighting tears. This man, this… monster wasn’t going to break me in any manner. However, he was breaking through and the inner girl was trying desperately to keep her edge.

With a simple flash of his hand, the door was opened. From where I stood, I could see a sterile medical facility, similar to almost every scientific station on Earth, but the coloration, instead of stark white held a dazzling hue of cerulean blue. The ambiance was inviting, peaceful, drawing me in almost immediately but I was frightened, still angry, my nerves on edge. I had no reason to trust this man, this alien, or anyone else for that matter.

And I realized how very much alone I truly was.

“You’re not staying?” I heard the hesitation in my voice, even the little girl tone, terrified of her surroundings, longing for her daddy to remain by her side.

“You’re in very good hands.” He ushered me inside, the words said with a gentle base. “Vlanea. I have the prisoner here for examination. Her name is Fiona. Vlanea Voltar is our medical doctor, very well trained. She has spent several months on Earth, learning of your cultures and people.”

I’d never seen a female of their kind and when she stepped out from another room, I was surprised. Standing at only five feet tall, her light blonde hair was cropped short, accentuating her dazzling eyes and high cheekbones. Her coloration was lighter, the hue more of a dazzling blue. She could be considered beautiful but even her uniform seemed unisex, discounting any feminine traits. Only her full lips gave her any distinction.

“I heard she was a healer,” Vlanea said with zero emotion, her eyes roaming over me, concentrating on my breasts. She took a deep whiff, snarling after doing so.

“That she is. She’s to be examined for any injuries then taken to Braga.” Shandar kept his hand on my arm, almost in a protective stance.

I gathered almost instantly that there was a history shared between the two.

“Have you cleared this with the Imperials?” she retorted.

His nails dug into my arm, yet he still refused to let go. The tethering between us seemed to grow stronger and I could almost read his mind. He seemed surprised at her question.

“That is none of your concern, Lieutenant. If you aren’t capable of handling this operation, I will most certainly find someone who is and relieve you of your duties.” Shandar’s voice was even more commanding than I’d heard before.

She hissed, the sound like that of a threatened snake, her disdain clear in her expression. “I know my duties, Captain. I am here at your direction to do your bidding, just like everyone else.”

“Then see to it that you do. Kalek will be joining and assisting you with your exam.” Shandar pulled me closer to a steel table, slanting his eyes in my direction as he turned me to face him. “You will abide by Vlanea’s directions at all times. You will not try to escape or I assure you, the punishment you receive will be one you’ll never forget.”

Whether he was saying the words because of arrogance or Vlanea’s concerns was difficult to tell. I gave him a respectful nod, just like he required. The fact he was sending his officer in early left my mouth dry, my throat closing. To have another male present was even more debilitating. I would be defenseless.

Shandar left the room without further discussion, every step in a perfect rhythm. I was left cold, terror creeping into the back of my mind and knew in my gut I would be at odds with this woman.

Vlanea shook her head, murmuring words I couldn’t understand. She walked around me in a full circle. When she faced me again, she seemed even more agitated.

“You are a scientist.”

“Yes,” I answered, unwilling to give her more.

“And they think you can cure Braga.” She held an air of arrogance herself, undaunted by my presence.

“I’ve been told that if I don’t, I will never see the light of day again.”

Her expression shifted enough I could swear I noticed a slight smile.

“On the table, please.” She pointed without looking in my direction.

I did was I was told, noticing the straps located on each corner of the cold steel. There was nothing that could have prepared me for a jolt of terror so significant I was suffocated. I gasped for air, shaking my head. If I could run, I would do everything my power to get away.

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

I gripped the edges, counting in my mind, screaming to find my courage.

“You can lie down. This will take very little time and it will be painless.” Vlanea kept an even tone as she waited for me to respond. “And Kalek’s presence is not necessary. I am certainly not the one who will punish you.” A guttural hiss was followed by a clicking sound.

“Whatever you say.” Shivering visibly, the moment I laid down, my entire body tensed. I was unable to stop the biting words. “I don’t want to be tied down. I can do nothing to you or any of your people. I have no weapon, no method off this rust bucket. I won’t be able to hurt you. I doubt you even know what a scalpel is.” I sensed the words riled her but instead of the anticipated harsh response, she chuckled.

“Rust bucket.”

“Your ship.” I allowed my own hiss.

“Interesting term. Contrary to the actions of my male comrades, we aren’t monsters, Fiona. Certain aliens value life.” After the biting words, her smile was far too bright, completely changing her appearance. “And I do indeed know how to identify and use a scalpel as well as the majority of your planet’s medical equipment. While on Earth, I was able to partake in certain demonstrations. Medical personal on Cenzan are well trained. We’re required to be. Many Cenzan people are ill, unable to care for themselves. Medical science is my expertise, but many others on this rust bucketshare in a certain level of my training.”

“But you don’t like the captain. Do you?” I’d dared to ask the question for some crazy reason, but I gathered they’d been planning Earth’s takeover for some time. Perhaps Shandar held more secrets than I could understand.

She eased my arms by my sides and to my surprise, rolled a simple sheet over my naked body. “Shandar is a very qualified leader and he chooses his officers well. Kalek is equipped to handle almost any Airtak in the fleet. He can outrun any solar shifting rust bucket. Braga is one of our top security officers, also excellent with intergalactic politics. Our defenses are far beyond any country on your planet or the majority of planets in several solar systems. He can easily annihilate any that he considers our enemy as necessary.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Her statement was perfunctory. They were all well trained, similar to our military, refusing to give any unnecessary information.

As if ignoring my question, she held a simple implement in her hand. “You are an interesting woman, already capturing Shandar’s favor. That will bode you well.”

“But you will never approve,” I challenged.

“Not my choice or my station. I do what I am told.” Her eyes seemed to control the piece of equipment and she moved her hand all the way down my body and back up, concentrating on my abdomen. When she was finished, she studied the results. “I have known Shandar since we were children. He is considered a great leader and will possibly save our people, but he is impetuous in his decisions, putting us all in danger. Your capture and the destruction of the government facility could mean the beginning of war. Our destiny is far too important.”

News traveled fast. “There’s already a war waiting in the wings because of what they did to Braga and I assure you, no one will give a shit that I’m missing. What I consider blatantly wrong is that a facility was destroyed because of the misguided attempts of one asshole human. We were coming close to curing certain diseases, allowing a longer life of our people. Everything was destroyed because of lies. I won’t be a party to the bullshit. I can’t be. I will try and stop you.” As if my words held any credence.

“The wars of mankind are different from ours.”

“Not from what I’ve witnessed. Men and women imprisoned, fighting for scraps of food? You’re certainly powerful and you do have the upper hand. But you’re just as aggressive, and just as arrogant, determined that our race is less than acceptable.”

Her look became hardened, her eyes narrowing. “You do understand your fate and that of your kind, at least to a point. But something you should keep in mind. You are considered one of the lucky ones.”

“How so?” I looked away, my lower lip trembling. I was a stupid girl, baiting this woman who couldn’t care less whether I lived or died. “The prison will be lush?”

“Only those who refuse to bow to our leadership will end up in a prison. We strive for peace. Hundreds, thousands of years of battles have made us weary.”

“Then threatening and imprisoning isn’t the way to secure accommodations, Vlanea.”

She snorted. “It seems we only know one method of battle, brutality.”

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“Take her. Now! She will be punished severely.” The commanding voice was husky, laced with the kind of sensuality that would leave any woman panting with desire – human or otherwise.

alien oneI wasn’t one of them.

“Yes, captain.” The second voice was just as dark, a sneer remaining on his face as he looked me directly in the eyes.

The five creatures standing in front of a wayward group of humans were massive in size, their violet hued muscular bodies and piercing tangerine eyes demanding surrender. They were spectacular in every manner, their bodies chiseled from fine marble, skin glistening in the late morning sun as if flecked with sprinkles of gold. Their leader was regal, standing at well over six and a half feet tall, his long dark hair accentuating his voluptuous lips. Even the deep baritone of his husky and sensuous voice could be considered paralyzing for several reasons.

They were from the Cenzan race, a species that had touted their friendshipfrom the second they’d appeared, but I’d never been stupid enough to buy their crap.

They’d arrived on Earth almost two years before with little fanfare, crowding our airspace and attempting to become our friends. I’d seen their arrival, my face glued to the telescans like so many others in the surviving countries. There’s been so much trepidation then eagerness, like puppies longing for a new master. So many humans had bought their bullshit, falling for their handsome, rugged features and seductive manners.

The aliens.

Predators.

The bastards who’d killed my father.

Fuck them.

I took a decided step backward, defying the leader’s command, sneering at him in my usual defiant manner. “Stay away from me, you beasts. Fuck you!”

“You will not talk to the captain that way or you will be killed!” The Cenzan’s angry voice was more like a snarl.

Captain, huh? Who the hell cared?

“Oh, no.”

“Be quiet, Lexi.”

“Don’t anger them.”

I rolled my eyes hearing the various whispers – human whispers.

The other members of my hidden city stood huddled in fear, their breathing scattered as they attempted not to draw any attention to themselves. I’d done that for all of us. They’d hunted us like wild animals, breaking through our defense systems easily.

The great captain took a giant stride forward, his penetrating eyes concentrating on only me. I refused to blink.

I’d learned to hate the alien creatures. In my mind they were ruthless barbarians who had no care or understanding of human life. We were nothing to them but flesh and bone, men forced to work like imprisoned dogs, providing them nourishment. Sadly, the fate of fertile female humans was much worse. What little news traveled the airwaves told of horrific deeds, women abducted against their will. I’d followed the news since their arrival, making note of everything I’d heard. So much was confirmed by my father, a true hater of their kind. Then he was gone, taken from my mother and I in a flash.

The Cenzans believed they could rule our kind, stripping away what was left of our humanity. That would never happen as long as I was alive.

I was a fighter, a highly acclaimed astro-physicist, as well as a daughter of two highly trained scientists. I was also considered important to the lives of those living in Virginia City. Perhaps I’d turned into a dreamer, longing for what I’d been taught as a child, a kinder, gentler Earth.

That was no more.

The Cenzans were preparing to take over.

An earlier war had destroyed much of our lands, killing millions of people. We’d fought for our basic survival, only to be conquered by the most savage creatures in the entire solar system. My skin crawled just thinking about them. And here they were, attempting to punish me for protecting my people.

The leader gazed up and down the length of my trembling body, the look raw and visceral.

I was shaken, much more so than I wanted to let on and lifted my weapon. “Stay away from all of us or I willkill you.”

The leader took two giant strides, slapping away the weapon with ease, his hand snapping around my arm as he scanned the crowd. “This is what happens to those who do not obey us.”

As I struggled to get out of his powerful hold, he unfastened his belt, yanking the leather strap from the loops. I was stunned, unable to get away, fear crowding out any concept of breathing. “Let me go!” I finally screeched, longing for anyone in the city to stop him.

But they didn’t.

There was no way of knowing just how many monsters there were surrounding us and what they intended on doing. The boom only minutes before had been earthshattering, followed by flashes of searing white light, eradicating several of our specialized scientific equipment. Chaos had ensued, members of the city racing for cover. I’d had seconds to grab my gun, racing toward the entrance, the first to encounter the Cenzans entering our secured space.

“Get off me, you bastards!”

Issuing a series of guttural and very dark sounds, the leader wasted no time in doling out punishment, ignoring my defiance.

As the leather strap came down against my backside, I sucked in my breath, refusing to give the monster the satisfaction of hearing my cry. I was mortified, rage encompassing every inch of me. How in the hell had they broken through our cloaking device? Our heat sensors were blocked off, cooled to the point only a few instruments of any kind would be able to detect our presence.

He brought the strap down again. And again. The strikes were hard, the force jerking my body forward. The pain didn’t register at first but when it did, awakening every nerve ending, tears formed in my eyes. The moment was shocking, driving me to a heightened level of absolute shame. How could any creature do this for simply questioning what the hell they were doing?

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The music seemed to stop, creating a vacuum as she turned to study the cowboy. The voice was so similar to Rex’s, a deep baritone, but there were no shivers, no wetness. He black and white cowboy twojust wasn’t the one. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m a little tired.”

“Well, if you rest up, little lady, come find me.”

Giving him a polite nod, she quickened her step, happy to see she was the second person in line. The wine in her hand, she headed for the bank of trees and picnic tables, far removed from the crowd. She leaned against a large oak tree, still tapping her foot in time to the music. The moon was almost full, creating a light show with the stars. She’d forgotten how beautiful Texas could be, especially at night. “I wish I may, I wish I might…” She allowed the words to die off.

“Wish upon a star tonight.”

Shards of electricity sheared along the backs of her legs, pulsing into her pussy, forcing her nipples to harden. She swallowed when he flanked her side, gazing up at the sky, his face pensive. The awkwardness was palpable. “What did you wish for?”

“Same thing I always do.” Rex kicked his heel into the grass.

“Mmm…”

“What about you?” he asked, darting a look over his shoulder.

“I don’t have a wish.”

“Everyone has a wish, even though we can’t be certain it’ll come true.”

She studied his long neck and strong shoulders, the short cropped blond hair, long legs that were to die for, and the most tantalizing lips she’d ever seen. “Why didn’t you call me?” Perfect conversation.

“When?”

“After the night in school.” Cooper whispered the words.

He seemed taken aback, turning to face her. “You remember that night.”

“I’ve never forgotten anything about that night. Everything was magical, special. Then you didn’t call and left town. I thought I’d done something wrong. Then I hated you, figuring you were just one of those guys.”

Rex lowered his head, brushing one hand through his hair. “Cooper, I loved the night we shared. Truth is, I wanted more.” He seemed to hesitate.

“Okay.” She had no idea what to say. “Then you should have called me. You should have said anything to me. Anything to help me understand.”

“You’re right. I was an asshole,” he whispered as he gazed up at the sky, shaking his head. “You have no idea how much I wanted to see you again, but I didn’t want to start anything because I knew it would have to end.”

“Why? I don’t understand.”

“You don’t know?”

“Know?” she repeated, inching closer. What was she supposed to have known?

He scrunched his face. “Where I’ve been.”

“No. I just got back into town myself. I didn’t talk to anyone and came back only twice for Christmas. I just wanted to get away, you know?” She took a sip of her wine, hiding behind the glass. Another song started, and she tipped her head, smiling as she looked in the direction of the band. “Do you remember this song?”

“Not easy to forget. Rascal Flatts—‘I Won’t Let Go.’” When he said the words, he inched closer.

“That was my dream and with you. I realize we were just kids, but everything was magical,” she said then exhaled, swaying her hips back and forth.

“Yeah. I’ve thought about us more than a few times.”

His voice sounded so haunted, full of pain. “Where did you go, Rex?” she dared to ask.

“The reason I didn’t call you was because I’d signed up for the Marines.”

Narrowing her eyes, she had no idea what to say. “I honestly had no idea. You enlisted?”

“Yep. I wanted to get away from my father and the ranch. I wasn’t that good in school, so I had limited choices for college. Seemed like the right decision to make. Fight for the rights of people, ensure the safety of my beloved country. Our country.”

“Then you’re a hero.” As soon as she said the words, his expression changed, becoming darker and even in the moonlight, she could see the mist in his eyes. “No matter what happened during your time, serving alone makes you a hero. Never forget that.”

He looked away, a deep breath escaping his lips.

“I wasn’t teasing. I wouldn’t tease about something like that. I just… Well, I just wanted you to know.” Cooper felt like the same young girl who’d thought she was in love with him.

Rex smiled and nodded, closing the distance and taking the wine from her hand. Every move deliberate, he eased the plastic glass onto the table and took both her hands into his. “How about a dance?”

She wasn’t certain why tears formed, threatening to reveal her sappy inner self. Perhaps because of her thoughts and wishes regarding the past or because of the sadness in his eyes, but she dug her nails into his hands, shaking. “I don’t do this very well.”

“Neither do I.” As the song continued, the sultry lilting sounds floating in their direction, he took the lead, keeping their bodies moving in time to the beat.

Relaxing, she gave him a shy smile and glanced down at her feet. There were so many words she wanted to say, thoughts about the past, but there was no reason. Six years had passed and they’d both changed. Maybe too much. “I would have given you my virginity that night.”

His eyes opening wide, he lowered his head, pressing his lips against her forehead. “And I would have been honored.” He eased one hand around her waist, pulling her close.

Cooper stiffened at first then as the tension passed, she eased her head against his carved chest, drinking in the strong scent of musk and testosterone. Just being in his arms created a wave of heat between her legs, yet she had no idea what to say or how to think. The slick wetness soaked into her already damp panties and with every shift, her erect nipples became a distinct reminder of her complicated yearning.

He pulled her even closer, his hips swaying, his footsteps leading them in a wide arc.

The feel of his groin against her stomach stole her breath, the way he throbbed, his hardness allowing her to know his feelings, his longing. Closing her eyes, she fell into the moment, clutching his shirt, her legs quivering. When he leaned in, holding her even tighter, the entire world seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them. Her breath skipped, electricity searing every nerve ending. Everything about this was a sinful temptation or maybe a reminder of exactly what she couldn’t have.

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Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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Can You Tame a Brat?

That’s a good question. You can if you’re a cowboy. My next release is a complete 180 from the recent releases. I must admit, I love writing in several genres. For example, my guess is that one of my science fiction stories will release next – and yes, I have several waiting in the wings! Who doesn’t love a cowboy? Especially if he’s also a Marine. Releasing on the 1st. Enjoy a taste of (and possible name change)…

TAMING HIS BRAT

“We’re rollin’! Yes!” Rex Sullivan exclaimed, even though he kept both hands on the steering wheel of the Humvee. They were moving into enemy territory, the assignment the most man with saddledangerous his unit had encountered. The vehicle lifted off the rocky terrain, bouncing down and skidding on the uneven surface.

“Shit, man! You are on a mission.”

He glanced at the soldier in the passenger seat, grinning before touching his sunglasses. Corporal Trent Michaels was his best buddy as well as one of the best snipers in the Marines. “This has been a long time coming. They aren’t going to know what hit ‘em.” He knew the odds. He was well aware that if their position was disclosed by the various gunners located along the edge of the camp, they would face heavy artillery fire. And still, he rolled in like a bat out of hell, determined to thwart the oncoming attack. “Get in position, Michaels ‘cause we’re almost at our coordinates.”

Corporal Michaels aimed his weapon out the window, moving the rifle in a continuous pattern, his training top notch.

Rex motioned to the others in the back of the vehicle before glaring into the rearview mirror. Four additional military vehicles followed, allowing him to take the lead, the convoy moving at over sixty miles per hour. The coordinates had been chosen carefully and if they hit the target correctly, the loss of life would be as directed. He pressed down on the accelerator, roaring past a series of barricades. “We got this. We’re almost there.”

“Hold on,” Trent called. “Pull back.”

“We got this. I’m telling you,” Rex said over the roar of the engine, narrowing his eyes as he pressed hard on the accelerator. He wanted this more than anything.

“Hey, Sarge. We got company,” one of the soldiers from the back yelled, his voice booming over the noise of the massive engine.

Darting his head to the left, Rex lifted his sunglasses, squinting as a reflection caught his eye. In the next several seconds, everything slipped into slow motion, battered vehicles coming from every direction, headed toward them at lightning speed. And he didn’t need his binoculars to know what was secured on the rooftops. “Incoming!”

Boom!

 

Rex hissed, trying to control his breathing. The memories were brutal, kicking him in the ass. You’re a stupid asshole.He’d thought the words more than once. Hell, sometimes they were all he could think about. He loathed the images, the ugliness created from years in the desert. The damn visions had resurfaced, now filtering into his conscious hours. Startled, he sat still, controlled his breathing, trying to remember where he was. Oh, yeah. A night out with the boys. At least he’d have some form of entertainment, instead of staring out the window.

Exhaling, he threw open the door to his truck, jumping out and swaggering toward the entrance. Time to kick the nightmares into exactly where they should be—the past. He was home from the war, his body intact and his brain functioning. At least to some degree.

That was more than could be said for half the men serving on that particular mission. His decision. His choice.

His fault.

“Hey. Hey! There you are. Didn’t think you were coming.” Denton wore a shit-eating grin, a beer in one hand.

sexy cowboy twoHe dropped and shook his head as he took several steps into the crowded bar, the country music blaring. “Denton, you old dog. I thought you’d moved away, seeking fame and fortune in Vegas or somethin’.” Rex couldn’t help but laugh, a quiet settling into his system. He’d missed his old friends. He’d grown up with Denton Waters, once the star of the high school football team. Six and a half years hadn’t necessarily been good to the man, who’d packed on a solid fifty pounds.

“And leave all the excitement in Amarillo?” Denton winked, guiding his buddy toward the bar. “I will have you know that I have a fantastic career.”

Rex knew better but he didn’t argue. Denton was like several others in his graduating class, down on their luck. The few who’d remained in town were fighting to find a better life. “I need a beer.” He needed a hell of a lot more than that, but a cold one would do for starters.

“Come on then. I’m buying. Anything for a decorated war hero,” Denton mused as he strutted toward the middle of the bar.

War hero. He loathed the term and no number of Purple Hearts was going to make him forget what had occurred on one scorching Wednesday afternoon in Afghanistan. He swallowed, pushing aside the wretched memories and plastered on a grin. This was a new start. Coming back home to the ranch to recover and regroup had been his father’s idea and he had to admit, he was glad to be back on peaceful ground. Even if his father had barely said five words to him. “And I’m lettin’ you.”

“Bar-ten-der. A brewski for my buddy and how about two tequila shooters on the side!” Denton exclaimed, announcing his order to pretty much everyone else in the bar. He’d sidled up to the bar, crowding his way past several cowboys.

“Hey! It’s Rex. Glad to see you back home, buddy.” Another old friend walked closer, a shit-eating grin on his face as well.

Rex almost didn’t recognize the man. The once geeky kid had turned into a brawny dude, at least six more inches and one hundred pounds on his once gangly frame. “Shit. Johnny. Look at you. Whatcha doin’ these days?”

Johnny always had the kind of smile that could make you think he could do nothing wrong, but the class clown had been in more trouble than the rest of them during high school. “Finishing up with my PhD in cyber technology. Just home for a break.”

“PhD? Shit.” Rex pumped his hand, more than impressed.

“Yeah. Had to find a way out of this place.” Johnny was all smiles until he glanced at Rex’s face. “Sorry, man. I know you had to come back here. A lot of shit is different now. More jobs created means more income. You’ll get on your feet.”

Rex wrapped his hand around the cold bottle, bringing it to his lips. He’d given himself the same pep talk more than once. He’d done several tours as a Marine, but then he’d come back home to get his shit together as well as figure out what to do with his father’s estate in general. The once profitable cattle and horse ranch was failing, but the only thing his father had left. Well, he certainly wasn’t going to solve the problems of the world tonight.

As he downed a solid third of the bottle, he took the opportunity to glance around the establishment. Not a bad place. The group of them had even used fake IDs to get in years before, consuming two entire beers before getting caught. Those had been the days. Rowdy. That was the word for their actions. “I have no doubt. You know me.”

“Hell, yeah, I do,” Johnny said as he slapped Rex on the back. “You datin’ anybody?”

“Him? Date? He’s still stuck on one feisty redhead from years ago,” Denton snarked, ribbing Rex in the side.

“Redhead?” Johnny asked, his face pinched as if trying to remember.

“You know. That sweet thang who never had the time of day for any of us?” Denton twirled his beer, his face beaming.

“Oh, yeah. Saw her recently. She was actually nice to me, in a prima donna kind of way. Granted, I kinda ran over her foot with my car but at least she didn’t scratch my eyes out.” Johnny shrugged. “You remember what a little bitch she was. Wasn’t she a cheerleader?”

Rex chuckled as another set of memories rushed into his mind. They’d been barely eighteen, acting more like teenagers in heat. He remembered her fondly, enough so his balls tightened just thinking about her pretty pink pout and legs that went on for days. He’d never forget her gorgeous red hair that always reminded him of fire, copper-colored strands framing the most beautiful set of eyes this side of Texas. An electric jolt skittered down his spine, leaving his mouth dry. “Cooper Dawson. And yes, she was a cheerleader.”

“Oh, yeah. We were on Varsity and she thought she was all that and a bag of chips and a half,” Denton snickered. “Could have fucked her though. Big tits, wide hips, and the longest legs known in the great state of Texas.”

“I think every dude in high school felt the same way. But, she didn’t have the time of day for anyone.” Johnny took a pull on his beer. “Well, except for one salacious night. If my memory serves me.” He winked, burst into laughter, and took a step back. “You thought we’d forget about that night. Didn’t you?”

“She was busting on my last nerve. So, I took control.” Rex inhaled, thinking about the infamous night when he’d refused to take any more of her bratty attitude. What he hadn’t told his buddies was how profound the experience had been.

Teasing.

Tempting.

Damn, if his cock wasn’t throbbing.

Denton rubbed his jaw. “And yet he refused to give us all the glorious details.”

“I ama gentleman,” Rex insisted, grinning as the others rolled their eyes. “I will say, the girl could have used a hard spanking. If you want my honest opinion, more than one.” He was surprised when both men remained quiet, not a retort in sight. “What? You know most women deserve a spanking from time to time.” Sure, his more old-fashioned concepts regarding relationships had no doubt kept him from seeing more than a couple of girls in a semi-serious manner. Well, that and his six years serving in the Marines. Attachments hadn’t been on his mind. Sure, he’d had a few dates, even keeping in contact with one girl while overseas, but she hadn’t enjoyed his rather firm hand or what she called his dominating attitude.

“You’re serious,” Denton said between clenched teeth.

“Well, yeah. Just the way I was brought up. Not just spare the rod and spoil the child but spare the rod and you’ll have a wild woman on your hands.” Rex snickered, remembering the line his father had used more than once.

Johnny sucked in his breath and grabbed one of the shots of tequila. “Maybe that’s what I’ve been doing wrong in my life. No discipline for the ladies.”

“Uh-huh. If you can get a lady,” Rex teased, snickering when Johnny lifted his middle finger.

Denton slid his beer across the bar, grabbing the other two shots, handing one to Rex. “Here’s to finding the perfect little filly. May she understand that men are in charge, the head of the household.”

Rex had a difficult time keeping a straight face as he downed the smooth liquor. Maybe what he needed in his life was the attention of a woman, a beautiful girl he could shower with adoration. Who was going to take a broken-down veteran into their lives, let alone their bed? And let him give them a spanking? Hell, he might as well stand outside the sheriff’s office if he even considered such a thing. “She was a pretty little thing, even with her caustic mouth.”

“Caustic? The girl talked so much trash, I think she invented new cuss words.” Denton motioned to the bartender for another round of shots. “You know what? I do believe your spanking idea is a good one. Her daddy certainly must not have agreed. She was a little princess from what I could tell.”

“You mean a brat is more like it,” Rex countered, certain memories surfacing. She’d teased, taunted, and tortured almost every male in the entire school, and even some of the girls. But the one night he and Cooper shared had been… spectacular. Whether she’d followed him behind the bleachers as a dare or because she was curious, the fifteen minutes of heavy kissing was something he’d remembered. She’d sidled up to him, swaying her hips until the tiny cheerleading skirt gave him more than just a hint of her creamy thighs, the kind meant to wrap around him as he thrust his cock deep inside her sweet little pussy. When she’d pointed her finger, circling his lips with her perfectly painted fingernail, daring him to control her, he’d fought hard not to lose control. She’d known exactly how to get to him, dragging that same finger all the way down his chest.

That had been the single night he’d taken charge, yanking her into the shadows and telling her in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t going to be a bitch any longer. Funny thing, she’d responded like all bad little girls tend to do, acting conciliatory, at least for those few precious minutes. Maybe she did crave a firm hand.

And the kiss had been off the chain, leaving him ready to devour her.

“That’s a term. Maybe she longed for a powerful man. You know, dominating and shit,” Johnny offered.

Rex’s thoughts shifted, pulling him into a delicious fantasy of taking her over his knee, baring her naked ass, and spanking her until her bottom was cherry red. Huffing, he shifted, his cock aching, twitching at the mere thought alone. Damn, he was horny as hell.

“Shit. Are you blushing?” Denton snarked, shaking his head.

Rex wiped his mouth with the back of his arm, willing away the flush. “Naw. Just kinda hot in here.”

“Uh-huh,” Denton mumbled.

A quiet settled in.

“Well, you missed out on how gorgeous she became.” Johnny’s voice held a serious tone.

“You’ve seen her?” Rex couldn’t help but ask. He’d been out of the game for so long, he had no idea how to even approach a woman, but the mere thought of Cooper brought back a series of sinful thoughts as well as the same desires.

Her fucking hot mouth he was dying to taste again.

Her long fingers he’d love to have wrapped around his stiff cock.

Her gorgeous pussy glistening as he swirled her tongue around her swollen clit.

“Ran into her at the drug store the other day. I’d recognize her gorgeous face from across the room.” Johnny exhaled before absently rubbing his hand across his groin. “A looker. That much I can tell you.”

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She went looking for cavemen. The brutes she found were much less civilized…

Since her career was knocked off track in retaliation for her efforts to expose a sinister plot by high-ranking government officials, reporter Danielle Carver has been stuck writing puff pieces in a small town in Oregon. Desperate for a serious story, she sets out to investigate the rumors she’s been hearing about mysterious men living in the mountains nearby. But when she secretly follows them back to their remote cabin, the ruggedly handsome beasts don’t take kindly to her snooping around, and she soon finds herself stripped bare for a painful, humiliating spanking.

Their rough dominance arouses her deeply, and before long she is blushing crimson as they take turns using her beautiful body as thoroughly and shamefully as they please. But when Dani uncovers the true reason for their presence in the area, will more than just her career be at risk?

Wicked and Wild…What Could Be Better?

I have questions for my lovely and amazing readers. It’s funny, I have a library upstairs in my house. Really its a loft where my husband and I enjoy watching sizzling movies and shows, but surrounding the room are three HUGE bookcases. In my effort to clean and organize, I took another look at the contents of the bookcase. Yes, we have dozens of both VHS (no laughing!) and DVD movies, but the huge majority of real estate taken up has to do with books. LOTS of books. Hardbacks, soft backs, paperbacks – you blond with horsename it, we have books from so many authors.

I think we all have our favorite authors, but I was pleased to see so many books written by different writers. My husband and I might be old school, but we both enjoy having an actual book in our hands. Of course, we have several computers, iPads, etc., but most often (especially for my husband), he has an actual book in his hand. He’s a voracious reader so a book doesn’t last very long. I’ve always seen him with different genres, which means various authors, so I asked him the other day why. Why go from Tim Dorsey or Carl Haisson to Clive Cussler. His answer? Because it depends on his mood. And he re-reads them several times.

I think so many readers do enjoy different genres and I honestly believe that’s why I write everything from thrillers to Daddy Dom pieces. I have varied interests and I think my readers do as well. Last year, I was heavily involved in a smokejumper series. I do love my first responders and smokejumpers are some of the bravest souls on earth – in my humble opinion. I loved writing the books, keeping the story enriched with knowledge about Missoula Montana. I adored the suspense and interaction. They will forever be a favorite of mine.

And now? Well, if the 2019 lineup is any indication, I’m switching genres every month. A dominating cowboy piece releasing February 1st. A dark and dominating Cyborg science fiction. A mafia bad boy turned hero. A firefighter forced to face his demons. A Daddy belt around throatDom bridging two genres by itself. And more… And more…

My question is:  Do you enjoy an author who writes in several genres or would you prefer to know what to expect? Do you enjoy a fully connected series or a stand alone series in which you at least have some of the same characters? Curious minds want to know!

As with every author, I think some books hit home more than others. My first Daddy Dom piece is a sleeper, but I admit, a truly fun piece to write so I thought I’d give you another taste of what you can expect if you purchase. And as with almost all my other books, if you have a KU subscription, you can read my books for free! It’s that time of year, at least in a huge portion of the US. COLD. SNOW. FIRES. WINE. A GOOD BOOK. Time to grab a copy or five and enjoy the weekend.

Oh, and don’t forget that Captured and Kept – A Dark Reverse Harem piece is HOT off the presses. 

She went looking for cavemen. The brutes she found were much less civilized…

Since her career was knocked off track in retaliation for her efforts to expose a sinister plot by high-ranking government officials, reporter Danielle Carver has been stuck writing puff pieces in a small town in Oregon. Desperate for a serious story, she sets outcapturedandkept_full to investigate the rumors she’s been hearing about mysterious men living in the mountains nearby. But when she secretly follows them back to their remote cabin, the ruggedly handsome beasts don’t take kindly to her snooping around, and she soon finds herself stripped bare for a painful, humiliating spanking.

Their rough dominance arouses her deeply, and before long she is blushing crimson as they take turns using her beautiful body as thoroughly and shamefully as they please. But when Dani uncovers the true reason for their presence in the area, will more than just her career be at risk?

MILLIONAIRE DADDY

EXCERPT

She hadn’t noticed his attire before, black pants and a crisp white shirt, his sleeves rolled up, revealing a gorgeous sun-kissed tan. In his hand was a black bag, what appeared to be a weighted duffle, and the expression on his face was one of disappointment. “Sir, I…”

Master Dominick walked inside, his eyes never blinking. “I gave you a simple request. Very simple in fact and for some reason, you found it difficult to comply. Is there a problem? Were you called for an emergency?”

“No, Sir.” There were various levels of embarrassment and for her, this was shooting well over a ten. She’d shoved her legs together, one knee cocking and shifting in front of the other, both arms dangling in front of her breasts, as if that was going to keep him from seeing them. She no longer had any saliva in her mouth. None. In fact, she was having difficulty breathing. Dying on his floor wasn’t going to bode well for either of them.

“Come here, baby girl.”

His instructions were laced with a stern dominance. She’d already disobeyed him. Her feet were so heavy as she attempted to move forward, her pulse skipping, mist in her eyes. “I’m really sorry, Sir. I am.”

He kept the unyielding look as he set the bag onto the edge of his desk. “Come closer.”

Jenna realized she was nibbling on her bottom lip as she followed his instructions, moving to within a foot of him.

“Open the bag and remove the contents.”

She gave Daddy a half smile as she reached out, fingering the bag before unzipping. When she reached her hand inside, she winced, another shiver sliding down her spine. Nestled inside were spanking implements. Lots of them.

“Take them out,” he instructed.

The first one her hand wrapped around was a simple wooden spoon. She gingerly placed it on the desk, blinking only twice. Not so bad. The second was a wooden brush and her mind immediately raced to Target or Walmart, standing in line with several brushes that would be kept and used in various places. The third was a paddle, ping pong in variety. She exhaled, trying to keep from shaking. The fourth was a leather strap of some kind, twelve inches long with a handle on the end. Shuddering, she darted a look in his direction. There were other items in the bag.

“Yes, these are various implements that will be used depending on the severity of your infraction.” Master Dominick seemed so calm and collected, as if he did this for a living.

She swished away a strand of hair out of her eyes before reaching in again. This time, her hand wrapped around a larger piece, but definitely wood. When she removed the oversized paddle, complete with holes drilled in the middle, she whimpered. “Whew.”

“Continue.”

The next was a simple belt, the leather scent reaching her nostrils. She did crave the belt, the very thing for a Daddy to use on a terrible little girl. Then there was a ruler, very hard and very thick. The final two pieces were much more heinous, floggers that she knew could bite into her skin. When she was certain the bag was empty, she took a step back, understanding that this bag had been put together for and with her in mind. Her punishment satchel, one that he could take anywhere. Now her knees were knocking.

He moved behind her, placing both hands on her shoulders.

She heard the slight skip in his breath sounds. Did he feel the electricity coursing between them? Did he understand how strong their connection was? She shivered from his touch, some of her embarrassment fading.

“Today we begin. I will help you, teach you, and guide you. This will be good for both of us. Leave the strap on the desk and pack everything else.” He eased the handwritten note highlighting horrendous behaviors off the desk, studying what she’d written.

His instructions were once again clear. She did as she was told without a second’s worth of hesitation, carefully placing the items in the bag. Her fingers slid across the strap and she had a brand new round of goosebumps popping along almost every inch of her naked skin. She half expected that he would laugh at what she’d written, but he didn’t utter a sound, nor did he react.

After folding the note and placing into his pocket, he gripped the handle, easing the duffle to the floor then inched around her, sitting on the edge of his high-back leather chair. “Come here, baby girl. We will start with over my lap.”

Jenna was reduced to a naughty girl as she padded toward him. He took her hands into his, caressing as he spoke, the words quite comforting given her state of undress. “I know you’re having difficulty with stress and that’s what we’re going to work on today. The rest we will handle at a later time. However, please don’t give anyone the finger while you’re driving.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“This is going to hurt. Every time I spank you, the session will be painful, some more than others. This isn’t playtime. Do you understand?” His question was direct.

“Yes, Sir. That’s what I want, Sir.” She knew that she did, had finally accepted that she could thrive with a man’s firm hand and harsh discipline. Then why was there a lump remaining in her throat?

“Then we begin.” Master Dominick pulled her over his lap, placing his hand on the small of her back. “Palms on the floor. Hold your position and this is merely a warmup. Thirty with my hand.”

Thirty. Thirty. Thirty! Oh, my God.She was shivering all over, her head pounding. This was going to make her sick. She had to be crazy. Clamping her eyes shut, she placed both hands on the floor. There would be no adequate way of describing how humiliating being naked over a man’s lap could be. They weren’t lovers. They weren’t even friends, which is what made this even more sinful in her mind.

The first smack across her ass was like lighting a fire under her. “Oh!” Jerking up, she flailed her arm back in a reactionary mode, whimpering and not from any pain being inflicted.

He sighed and gripped her wrist, pulling it back into position. “I think we begin again. I’m not going to tolerate you disobeying during a punishment session. Take a deep breath and collect yourself, young lady, or we will select yet another implement to be used.”

“Yes, Sir.” Dear God, was she actually sniveling? This was ridiculous. Oh, no. She took three deep breaths then mentally glued her fingers to the floor. Be a good girl. Be a damn good girl.

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She Went Looking for Cavemen…

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CAPTURED AND KEPT – A DARK REVERSE HAREM

SYNOPSIS

She went looking for cavemen. The brutes she found were much less civilized…

Since her career was knocked off track in retaliation for her efforts to expose a sinister capturedandkept_fullplot by high-ranking government officials, reporter Danielle Carver has been stuck writing puff pieces in a small town in Oregon. Desperate for a serious story, she sets out to investigate the rumors she’s been hearing about mysterious men living in the mountains nearby. But when she secretly follows them back to their remote cabin, the ruggedly handsome beasts don’t take kindly to her snooping around, and she soon finds herself stripped bare for a painful, humiliating spanking.

Their rough dominance arouses her deeply, and before long she is blushing crimson as they take turns using her beautiful body as thoroughly and shamefully as they please. But when Dani uncovers the true reason for their presence in the area, will more than just her career be at risk?

EXCERPT

Huffing, he slid his fingers to his shaft, wrapping his hand around the base. He pumped with one hand as he rolled his tightened balls through the fingers of his other. Everything ached, especially his cock. With every stroke, moving all the way up the length off his cock, he envisioned her face, her sexy voice as she leaned over him. He could almost feel her strands of hair tickling his chest, and his nipples.

The tension easing from his body, he continued masturbating as he allowed himself to daydream. For some reason, the rigged animal trap came into his mind.

“Help me!” the girl screamed as she struggled to release herself from the netting.

Danger studied her actions from the shadows in the forest. The crude trap had worked with ease, her body dangling from a massive tree limb. She was going nowhere unless he allowed. He waited for a solid fifteen minutes until her actions seemed to tire, her screams nothing more than ragged whimpers. Only then did he advance, the knife in his hand.

Her eyes grew wide the second she noticed him, as well as the jagged steel blade shining in the bright sunlight. He moved to within two feet, the distance allowing him to scan her face and body, as if searching for any sign of a gun. In truth, he wanted her on edge, fearful of what he was going to do.

“Who are you?”

He remained quiet.

“Are you going to help me?” she demanded, struggling again, managing to rip a small hole in the tightly woven material.

Danger was impressed, even giving her a slight smile.

“Asshole!”

“A mouth like yours isn’t going to get you released,” he said, turning toward the river.

“You’re a jerk off. A creep. Get me out of here.”

She wasn’t able to see his full smile. He had no intention of leaving her exposed to the wilderness or the wild animals for long. However, he did require her full attention as well as respectful demeanor. “Not until you ask nicely.”

“What? Are you fucking kidding me? Get me out of here or else! If you don’t, I swear to God, I’ll call the sheriff on you! I’ll hunt you down like the wild dog you are.” When he didn’t respond, she added yet another insult. “Fuck you, prick!”

He simply walked out of sight, allowing her to stew. Then he counted. One. Two. Three. Four…

“Wait!” she called, frantic. “I’m sorry. Please come back. Please! Help me. I’ll be a good little girl. I promise.”

Danger wiped the blade on his jeans, taking his time before reappearing. “How can I be certain?”

“I promise. I’ll do anything you ask. Just get me out of here.”

Sniffing, he moved to the rope securing the trap, pretending he was going to cut the line then pulling back. “Where I come from, a woman with an attitude and a mouth like yours isn’t tolerated.”

“What?” she huffed.

“Yeah, I’m serious.” He rubbed his jaw, nodding several times. “In fact, we handle disciplinary issues the old-fashioned way.”

“What in the hell are you talking about?”

“Now, see? There you go again. You have a caustic mouth on you, young lady. I think we could come to an agreement, but you’ll have to accept your penance.”

“Penance? Over my dead ass body.”

“Suit yourself. Gonna be a scorcher today.”

She frowned, slapping and ripping at the netting, her face reddened from frustration. “You’re really going to keep me here?”

“As I said, just say you’ll accept the punishment you deserve, and I’ll be happy to get you down.” Danger kept his eyes hidden behind dark shades, fearful she’d see the twinkle in his eyes.

Her face pinched, her nose wrinkling and he had no doubt she was debating her decision, as well as her fate. “Fine. You can punish me in whatever way you want if you’ll get me down from here.”

“Say pretty please.”

“Pretty. Please,” she hissed.

“That’s better. I just might be able to train you.” He was amazed she kept her nasty words to herself as he cut her down, standing back as she crawled out of the tight confines.

She wiped dirt from her legs and stretched, not bothering to look at him when she whispered two simple words. “Thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome.” He shoved the knife back into the sheath and folded his arms, leaning against the same tree. “Now, about that discipline you need.”

“Who are you?”

“Just a man living large on life.”

Her mouth pursed, she sashayed closer, giving him a haughty look. “What kind of punishment?”

“As I said, the old fashioned kind. A spanking on your bare bottom.” The way her mouth twisted, her eyes filling with horror was more than amusing. His cock was aching, throbbing to the point he would need relief soon or face blue balls.

“You’re really serious.”

“As a grizzly bear eating his prey. Oh, and bears adore sexy little blondes.”

“You’re a beast of a man. Do you know that?” she asked, rolling her eyes more than just once.

“So, I’ve been told. Now, I’m certain you’d like some nice, cold water. Let’s get that spanking over with. Shall we?”

“Fine.”

Danger held up a single finger.

“Let me guess, you want me to say, yes, sir. Right?”

He allowed a full grin to spread across his face. “That would help lessen the number you’re going to receive.”

“Then, yes. Sir.” The accented word was followed with a snarl.

“Why don’t you take off those jean shorts and panties. I’ll be waiting for you on the log just over there.”

“Yes, sir.”

He noticed the flush increasing on her face, but he was also able to see her hardening nipples, the peaks pressing against her tight tee-shirt. Damn, he was hot all over. Positioning himself on the log, he was unable to take his eyes off her as she turned away, fighting with the button and zipper on her shorts. Everything about this girl was breathtaking, driving him to the darkest part of his very soul, longing to take her, fuck her. Use her.

Danger snapped his eyes open, breaking the incredible vision, his heart racing. Hell, he was that dark and evil man, savage in his desires. Grimacing, he twisted his hand around his cock, savoring the painful friction, revolted yet titillated at his own thoughts. He swallowed several times before closing his eyes once again.

She took short steps toward him, her head lowered, her hands covering her sweet little pussy. All he could do was stare at her long legs, the kind meant to slid around his waist.

He patted his lap, keeping his breathing even as he pulled her over his knees.

Moaning, she wiggled after being placed into position, her fingers digging into the dirt.

As he began to spank her, moving his hand back and forth from one cheek to another, he inhaled her sweet scent. The girl was hot and ready, her feminine scent filling his nostrils.

“Ouch!”

“Stay in position. You need to learn manners,” Danger whispered, peppering her ass with a series of hard smacks. The blush on her skin was invigorating, driving every muscle to a tense state.

“But I’m good!”

He wanted nothing more than to blister her ass. “No, you’re a very bad girl and naughty girls deserve harsh spankings.” As his hand came down over and over again, the color on her bottom deepened to a lovely shade of crimson and the way she squirmed made his cock that much harder.

A crack of thunder dragged Danger out of the fantasy. He jerked to a half sitting position, realizing he’d come all over his hand. Laughing, he shook his head, but the intense sensations of the dream lingered, creating a wave of electricity shooting through every cell. He knew that he would run into the girl again and yes, he was going to be the nightmare she no doubt feared.

He would capture and keep her, giving her exactly what she deserved.

And what she so obviously craved.

What do you think? Imagine when the other three brutes get involved…

Kisses and spanks

Piper

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He’s Dangerous and the Kind of Man You Can’t Say No To

I do love my dark and dangerous men, especially when they’re sexy, rugged and dominating. What if he was also your father’s enemy, attempting to destroy everything the man has worked for? Our heroine is faced with this difficult scenario and is determined to destroy the son of a mafia Don. What do you think would happen if she’s caught in the act of revenge? Hmmm…

My latest and a deliciously dark romance. Don’t worry. There’s an HEA.

CAUGHT: A DARK MAFIA ROMANCE

SYNOPSIS

You don’t say no to a man like him.

If you’re forced to come to an arrangement with someone as dangerous as Jagger caught_fullCalduchi, it means he’s about to take what he wants, and you’ll give it to him… even if it’s your body.

I got caught snooping where I didn’t belong, and Jagger made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. A week with him where his rules are the only rules, or his bought and paid for cops take me to jail.

He’s going to punish me, train me, and master me completely. When he’s used me so shamefully I blush just to think about it, maybe he’ll let me go home… or maybe he’ll decide to keep me.

EXCERPT

Jagger

I had to give Lola Markum credit. She was one tenacious girl. To think she could infiltrate my operation, securing information in order to help in her endeavors was preposterous. But here she was, sitting in my office chair after picking the lock on my door. More than impressive. Finding out who she really was had taken less than thirty minutes of searching the internet. Even the use of her mother’s maiden name and a ridiculous first name had been creative, albeit she was no criminal mastermind, or I wouldn’t have discovered her operation so easily. Still, I absolutely wanted nothing more than to have her in my arms, let alone my bed.

My suspicions regarding my new employee had formulated overnight. Call it years of intense training with my father. The pieces had been too perfect, the timing just right. Even her ‘oh shucks’ demeanor the night before, while polished and convincing, had raised a red flag. Here she was, no doubt ready for a fight.

I should be furious. Instead, I was ecstatic in the most unusual way.

She’d blossomed into a stunning woman, no longer the bright-eyed teenager I could never get off my mind. The vile and delicious things I wanted to do to her at this moment were no doubt illegal in several states. Almost instantly I concocted a plan.

I stood in the doorway, my arms crossed, a wide grin on my face. She was far too busy searching through my things to notice that I was watching and even admiring her. After a few seconds, I made myself known.

“Well. Well. What do we have here?”

Her head snapping, she narrowed her eyes, her grip on the files remaining. Her lower lip quivered even though her eyes held a wild fire of burning hatred.

As well as carnal desire.

“Ms. Markum. I must admit. You are very tenacious.” I issued the words casually, offhandedly.

“Mr. Bishop. Or should I address you as Mr. Calduchi, son of the infamous bloodsucker, Montego Calduchi?”

“Wow. Bloodsucker. My family has been called many things over the years, but that one is new.” The fact she was neither impressed nor terrified was stimulating, creating another round of intense hunger furrowing through my loins. “Just for the record, I haven’t used my given surname in years, but then you’ve already figured that out. Haven’t you? But you do know exactly who my father is and what he can do.”

“Threats so soon, Mr. Bishop? I thought that was beneath you, given how hard you’ve attempted to live a stellar life.” She snickered and rolled her eyes.

“Very bold for someone in your position.” I had to admit, I wanted to see just how far this would go.

She rose from the desk, fingering the papers. “You are right. I figured out many things about you. You have a long list of accomplishments. I wonder if anyone realizes that you’re nothing but a monster as well as a murderer.”

“And who do you believe I’ve murdered, Ms. Markum, or should I call you Lola? Yes, I think I will. Given how close we were last night, I think first names are in order. Kitty was cute, but Lola suits the formidable woman you’ve become.” I noticed a single bead of perspiration sliding down the side of her face. She was nervous, concerned at what I might do.

“My father for one, but I’m certain there are bodies buried all over Chicago. And you could never understand the meaning of the word ‘close.’ Don’t kid yourself.”

“Murder?” The words actually stung. The girl certainly had a mouth on her. I also could sense a great deal of love for her father and I had to wonder why they’d been estranged. “I assure you that your father was healthy when he walked into the ballroom. What happened to him was… horrible. If you’re asking if my hands are soaked in blood, they aren’t. I may be a terrible man, but I’m no killer.”

“Of course you aren’t,” Lola snorted. “Fascinating how you threatened my father, doing your best to strong-arm him into signing a contract with you, destroying everything he worked so hard to achieve. You don’t call that murder? I can see the blood on your hands from here.”

“I had a business transaction with your father and I amsorry for your loss.” The girl was excellent at her goading tactics. However, trying to rile me wasn’t in her best interest. I’d played this game for far too many years.

“Bullshit, Jagger. You couldn’t care less about anything but money. That’s obvious.”

Dangerous man with gun“That’s where you are very wrong.” I moved closer, keeping my eyes locked on her. I had no way of knowing if she carried a weapon, which I doubted, but I couldn’t take any chances.

“You honestly believe my father was trying to extort you or your company in any manner? He was a kind, gentle soul and a respectable businessman. He never did anything wrong in his entire life. He worked his fingers to the bone, unlike you, who had everything you ever wanted in life.”

Okay, now she was getting under my skin. A hint of anger flared, and I inched even closer, standing over her. “What I know is that your father had a gambling problem. He was in way over his head. In fact, he begged my father for more time to deal with his issues. Begged him.” The information startled her. I could tell by the nervous tic in the corner of her mouth. I hissed under my breath. There’d been no reason to share the information in that manner, but she needed to know the truth about her father—brutal tactics or not.

She narrowed her eyes, looking away for only an instant before regaining her vile expression, one full of hatred as well as rage. “That’s a fucking lie. You will not sully his reputation in any manner. You’re a horrible person.”

I couldn’t hold back my laughter. “What did you hope to accomplish yourself, Lola? What did you think you were going to do, breaking into my office after lying to me, stealing from me and all for what? A better price on the contract? Avenging your father’s untimely demise?”

Lola rounded the desk, moving closer yet keeping what I had no doubt she considered a safe distance. “For one, yes on all counts. What you offered him was ridiculous and you know it. You’re no businessman, Jagger. You’re just a terrible prick.”

My cock twitched from her scathing flares being tossed in my direction. I did enjoy a wicked sparring event from time to time. “Let me ask you a question and tell me the truth. What do you know about finances? You’ve only recently opened a bookstore in the middle of God knows where. Granted, attaching the small establishment to a wine bistro isn’t a bad idea. However, you’re in over your head, Lola. You also have no idea who you are dealing with. Sadly, you obviously didn’t know your father very well. That’s right. You left town how long ago? You changed your name. Why? Because you were embarrassed at who your father was doing business with?” I inched closer and could smell the hint of fear, but the fury on her face was formidable. “You knew he was in bed with the mafia, my father’s organization. That’s why you left town. Isn’t it?” I was throwing spitballs, but I knew instantly my assumptions were correct. She’d broken contact with Richard years before.

“How. Dare. You.”

I shook my head, keeping a smile on my face. “Let’s not play games, Lola. Your father was in over his head with few options. His untimely death doesn’t change certain facts.”

She dared inch even closer, narrowing her eyes. “Certain facts. Let’s talk about those. Shall we? What I know is that between his two locations and the various contracts that had recently been signed, my father’s company was worth almost ten million dollars. You offered him two point eight million. Even given the fact you were using creative math, he would have been a fool to sign on the dotted line.”

I was impressed even more. “Nicely done. However, the sale will eliminate his gambling debt.”

“He’s dead. His gambling debt died with him. The sale is off.” She folded her arms as if satisfied she’d one-upped me.

“Ah, but he left you the company and no doubt his estate and other holdings. Did he not?” I crowded her space, inhaling to the point I made her even more uncomfortable. By the look on her face I knew I was right. There was no one else Richard would have left his business or amassed fortune to. She was the only living family he had left.

“I…” She took a decided step backwards and away from me, her brow furrowed, her mouth pursed.

I took another step closer. “Seems we have a dilemma. You have assumed his debt, lovely Lola. It’s unfortunate but owing over a million dollars to the Calduchi family isn’t something we take lightly.”

“You are a fucking murderer,” she whispered.

“Merely a businessman, but you don’t understand the ways of my father. He doesn’t care who pays off the debt or how. He has graciously allowed me to take the helm of this growing company, so in a sense, your father was lucky that he didn’t have to deal with my father’s soldiers.”

“Soldiers. You mean Montego’s hired guns, assassins preying on innocent people. I’ve heard the stories. I’ve read about the bloodshed. You’re just like him. Cold. Calculating. Bastard.”

Bristling, I refused to allow her to see that she’d broken through the thin line surrounding me, the one called humanity. Yes, I’d carried out acts of revenge during my early years and she had no idea how dangerous I could really be, but I was no murderer. “What do you think would have happened to your father if I hadn’t intervened? Now, imagine what my father and his assassins would do to a beautiful woman such as yourself. I can think of many intriguing concepts.”

Lola exhaled. “Another threat. Keep them coming, Jagger.”

“I speak only the truth and I like you, more than you know. In fact, I don’t want to see anything happen to you or your father’s legacy. I think we should discuss new business terms.” I could tell she had no memory of the incidents as a child or our connection, but the same electricity remained, clouding the air, just as it had in the bar. Just as it had when we were teenagers. Had she not put the pieces together or had she simply not bothered to pay attention to who I was? The moment was almost defining, as if winning this particular battle with her was more important than any in my career, or my life. Over a teenage unrequited crush. I was playing games with her life. What I’d said about Montego wasn’t a lie. If she didn’t sell, she would be abducted, and no doubt used before she was killed. I declined to allow that to happen.

She held her breath, refusing to look away. “You actually think I’m stupid enough to talk any level of business with someone like you?” A laugh bubbled past her lips, sheer amusement crossing her face.

My reaction to her was strong, my patience wearing thin. Grabbing her wrist in one hand, I yanked her closer, lowering my head until our lips almost touched. “You are right about who I am, Ms. Markum. However, you’re forgetting something vital here. You broke into my office and I caught you red-handed. Not only can I but I will prosecute you to the fullest extent of the law. What do you think will happen to that brand-new business of yours?” The tic on her lip returned, a slight shake of her hand. “I think you are beginning to understand that you crossed the wrong person.”

“Fuck you. I will ruin you and I don’t give a damn who your family just happens to be.”

“Very interesting as well as foolish statement coming from a woman in your position.” I wanted nothing more than to crush my mouth over hers, make certain she fully understood that she was now under my control. Patience wasn’t a virtue I subscribed to in any manner.

“You. Wouldn’t. Dare.”

What do you think? Now, imagine the deal this kind of man might make. HOT off the presses and I hope you enjoy! 

Kisses…

Piper

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Enemies to Lovers?

I don’t think there’s anything better than the concept. What if your enemy is also the enemy of the state? What if he’s the son of a mafia Don, hell bent on destroying everything you’ve worked for. And what if…you’re forced to make a deal with your complete submission? Just a taste of Surrendering to the Enemy. Releasing soon.

EXCERPT

Bloodshed. Death. Destruction.

This was my family’s legacy and nothing I want to have anything to do with. Try telling that to my father, the patriarch; formidable and considered one of the most dangerous his controlmen in America. I used to adore him when I was a kid, following him around as if he were a Rockstar, my hero. Then I found out the truth.

He’s nothing but a monster, although his age and unscrupulous ways have taken a toll on his Kingdom as well as his family. And I’m his son, well one of two. My brother, Giovanni is several years older, a catch to the ladies, the next in line for the Chicago throne. And I could care less.

Montego Calduchi is the preordained crime boss of Chicago, his ruthless and brutal activities considered legendary, even among the other crime syndicate families. He rules with an iron fist, preferring to cut a man down versus hear any excuse.

There are dozens if not hundreds of people who would stop at nothing to butcher my father and if you grilled me I’d have to say, I might be on that list. The trouble with power is that everyone else wants a piece of it. Given the New York crime syndicate was muscling in, the Chicago boys had determined that their brand of viciousness meant they should be top dog. There was also concern about the various wanna be’s from Jersey to Philadelphia, so I’d say my father’s days are numbered.

Good riddance.

And me? Well, I’d guess my days are numbered too, if my brother has anything to say about it. I rubbed my eyes, snickering at my lapse of judgment. I should have taken my college education and slipped out of the country when I’d had the chance. Sadly, the perks of the ‘industry’, if you can call racketeering and extorsion any kind of profession, were far too much of a draw. Within months, I was following in my father’s footsteps until I’d had enough. So, here I am. Considered the bad boy of the Calduchi family.

Only I don’t call him my father any longer, at least not to his face. I lost that kind of respect during the last pseudo war occurring on the Chicago streets.

I’m used to having all the perks of a rich man. You know what I’m talking about: fast cars, even faster boats, and the kind of women who can make a cock hard in a single glance. I’ve had three hot babes hanging on my arms for various black-tie events, the envy of every red-blooded male. Slinky red dresses with slits just below their perfectly coiffed cunts. Cleavage low enough that almost any movement created gasps from other more conservative guests. And every one of the ladies with bodies to kill. You know the drill. Every man’s fantasy. All for the sake of a thrill.

Yeah, pretty damn hot. The issue? I’m always bored as fuck. Nothing ever changes. Maybe the lack of conversation or intelligence in my particular choices had finally taken a toll. I wanted more out of life. Great. Now, I sounded like all the rest of the dumb assholes I’d graduated with. Some were perfect students, trying their best to make a difference in this jaded world. Then there were my friends, the kind of boys you warned your little girls about. We went to Princeton. The finest education money and threats could buy. What fine upstanding gentlemen. I couldn’t help but chortle at the thought. We’d taken debauchery to an entirely ridiculous level, but none of us had any fear of retribution, or concern about finances either.

That was because no one dared touch us for fear of retaliation. One phone call from our respective fathers and the local morgue would have filled to capacity.

And not a single person would have opened their mouth.

So, we were nothing but bastards, savoring the spoils of our positions. Only six years later and my old college buddies were living exactly the lifestyle we’d sworn we’d never succumb to. Three were married with kids and the other two were well on their way. I was the last remaining hope for remaining unattached.

I pushed the latest financials across my desk and leaned back in the chair, swiveling from side to side. Bishop Enterprises was doing well, despite the difficulty acquiring other companies and the tough economy. In two short years since my takeover, I’ve been labeled a success. I’m also feared among my peers, my presence at any business meeting or local event tolerated at best.

This was my attempt at being an upstanding citizen, much to my father’s chagrin. Having a legit portion of the Calduchi enterprise looked good on paper, but slowly over time, reality had set in. I was far too much like my father, accepting the old ways – enforcement. My head ached from the thought, let alone living what I considered a lie. Hell. I wasn’t entirely certain who I was any longer. One thing was for certain. I’d become a dangerous man even if only using a pen.

At least the majority of the time.

I had another soiree to attend tonight and at minimum I needed to make an appearance. The tone would be established the moment I set foot in the ballroom. There would be Hell to pay. I had no choice at this point. Time was of the essence, final deals required. If not, Bishop would lose standing in the ruthless world of real estate takeovers. A female companion was required in order to keep any concept of peace. I closed and rubbed my eyes, furious that I’d accepted the invitation. A damn real estate party for the bigwigs in the developer industry.

And I was one of them.

Granted, I had business to conduct, two companies that needed reinforcement in the pressure to sell. Neither had budged even though fairly rough tactics had been used in order to influence their decision. Nope. I wasn’t proud, but I didn’t have enough muscle behind me to go up against my father. Plus, I had a quota to fill and their pristine ethics meant absolutely zero to me. By the end of the night, they would sign on the dotted line or the illustrious party would turn into a bloodbath. What few soldiers that had been directed to follow my lead were chomping at the bit.

A light rapping on the closed door drew my attention and not in a good way. I’d given strict instructions not to be bothered. “Yes?” Watching as the door opened little more than a crack reminded me that I was a business owner with employees who needed occasional direction. “Come in, Molly.”

She was freckle faced and perky on normal days, her strawberry blonde hair and dancing hazel eyes always giving me a smile. Today, she seemed pensive, as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. Or that she was terrified.

What do you think? And don’t forget, my HOT off the presses science fiction book just might wet your appetite. Oh, did I mention the aliens have two cocks? Try and imagine…

CONQUERING THEIR MATE

They’re not just going to conquer me, use me, and enjoy me. They’re going to breed me.

For years the Cenzans have cast a menacing eye on Earth, but it still came as a shock to be captured, stripped bare, and claimed as a mate by their leader and his most trusted warriors.

It infuriates me to be punished for the slightest defiance and forced to submit to these alien brutes, but as I’m led naked through the corridors of their ship, my well-punished bare bottom and my helpless arousal both fully on display, I cannot help wondering how long it will be until I’m kneeling at the feet of my mates and begging them take me as shamefully as they please.

Conquering Their Mate… Imagine if…

Imagine if there really were aliens out there, watching us, perhaps ready to hunt us – humans. What if we became their toys as well as their breeding ground? And what if…we liked it? Well, I might not be able to answer all the questions regarding the universe, but I can tell you this. Three sexy aliens, each with two cocks and six foot seven inches of hotness – what do you think our heroine ultimately does?

Surrender or fight?

You tell me…

CONQUERING THEIR MATE

SYNOPSIS

They’re not just going to conquer me, use me, and enjoy me. They’re going to breed me.

For years the Cenzans have cast a menacing eye on Earth, but it still came as a shock to be captured, stripped bare, and claimed as a mate by their leader and his most trusted conqueringtheirmate_fullwarriors.

It infuriates me to be punished for the slightest defiance and forced to submit to these alien brutes, but as I’m led naked through the corridors of their ship, my well-punished bare bottom and my helpless arousal both fully on display, I cannot help wondering how long it will be until I’m kneeling at the feet of my mates and begging them take me as shamefully as they please.

EXCERPT

Fiona had been secured alone and away from the others, the few men and women captured during one of first weeks of arrival. Hunkering in the corner, she had her head in her hands as her body rocked. There was no sound, no pathetic attempts at drawing attention from sobbing, or begging for mercy. She simply sat quietly, waiting for my authority. The scanner cut the invisible barrier, allowing me inside and she didn’t bother looking up.

I studied her for a few seconds, enjoying the view. She’d managed to mask her emotions, an excellent technique. Either she’d been trained by her military or she’d experienced some form of incarceration. I would enjoy determining which. “Come to me.”

“Fuck you.”

The abhorrent words were no surprise. “You will learn that when I give you a direct order, you will follow it immediately and without question.” She didn’t react in any manner. At some point my patience would wear thin, but for now, my condition was much like Kalek’s, my cocks aching, creating a wave of sheer anguish along with burning need. I would fuck her soon, but she would need to learn a certain level of obedience as well as respect. “Come. Here.”

Snapping her head in my direction, her eyes were full of venom. “I said. Fuck. You.”

Fiona gasped when I easily lifted her off her feet, one hand wrapped around her hair, the other around her neck. Pinning her to the wall, I kept my grip tight, cutting into her air supply. “I am your master. You are my slave. There is no redemption, no scheming you can do to try to escape. You need to learn that I have absolute authority over you or you will be punished hard and often. That begins today.”

She slapped at my hand, digging her nails into my skin. Blinking, she took shallow breaths, her tongue licking around her mouth. Every move she made held a powerful draw. I tossed her over my shoulder, issuing several guttural noises as I walked toward the punishment room. Every guard on detail was more than curious as to what I’d do. At this point, the few females left in the prison cells were older, merely used as specimens and nothing more. This woman was wholly different, and the entire crew could sense my extreme attraction. They knew my tastes, legendary on our home planet.

And she was everything I craved.

I eased her down and the second I did, she bolted, slamming into the energy field. The shock was enough to pummel her back, but she regained her footing quickly, rubbing her hands and backing away.

“What is your involvement with Captain Hicks?” The question was simple enough, but I could tell she had no desire to answer.

“He’s a government asshole,” she quipped, obviously pleased with her answer given her smug smile.

I crowded her space, allowing her to see a snippet of a prison on another planet, the dire conditions.

Fiona blinked, her mouth going slack. “He’s nothing to me and if you’re asking if I had any knowledge of your officer’s poisoning, the answer is no.”

“But you were lovers.” She seemed taken aback by my statement. I enjoyed hearing the slight growl erupting from her throat.

“We’ve been over for almost two years. Even if we were still involved, he wouldn’t dare risk telling me anything. I’m not trusted…” Her words died off and she snapped her mouth closed.

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing.”

I could tell she was speaking the truth, but I pressed again, cognizant that Kalek could be listening. “What was Captain Hicks working on?” I inched even closer, tilting my head back and forth as I studied her. Both cocks were rock hard, pushing in an uncomfortable fashion against my formal uniform. I could smell her arousal, hear the swift beating of her heart.

She stood to her full height, glaring me in the eyes. “I am not privy to any aspect of what Captain Hicks or the government of the United States is working on in any manner, especially when it comes to our planet being invaded by assholes.”

The words were meant to rile me and while they did, she had no true understanding of my level of hunger. I would obtain nothing else from her at this time. She needed to learn respect, or I would have no recourse but to turn her over to the Federation. “Remove your clothes.”

“I will do no such thing.” She did her best to sidestep me.

“When I give you a command, you will follow without question. Remove. Your. Clothes.”

“And I said, no.”

My God, the woman had gall. I hadn’t encountered anything of this nature on Earth up to this point. “Then I will remove them for you.” I wasted no time advancing, jerking at her blouse, my thick fingers wrapping around both sides, ready to shred the material.

“No. No!” Fiona hissed, her face filled with horror.

I loomed over her. “Will you follow my orders? There won’t be another chance.”

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

“Very well but be hasty,” I hissed and stepped back, rubbing my eyes. She was frustrating in a way I had no ability to deal with. While my soldiers might question my directives, they almost never did so in an oratory fashion, and certainly not with blatant disregard for my command. I cursed under my breath.

She eyed the room, taking in the various implements used for inflicting pain and I could tell she was beginning to comprehend her situation. This was her temporary home. However, there would be no return to Earth. “What are you going to do to me?” Her arrogance remained, but her voice was breathy, as if beginning to accept her position. Although I doubted she could be broken so easily.

“Your first punishment will be issued by my hand alone. Others will take over as necessary.”

“You’re an asshole.”

This time I chuckled, more than amused at her tenacity. “I have been called many horrific things on several distant planets. There is nothing you can say to me that will… Ah, yes, what you would call hurt my feelings.”

“Prick. Bastard. Son of a bitch. Beast. Monster. How about those?” She shifted until a portion of her body was hidden from my view, redness creeping along her face and neck.

I was so drawn to her, mesmerized by her long fingers as they continued to shake in an effort to pop the last two buttons. She had an exquisite body, rounded hips and full breasts, so unlike our women, or the majority of females I’d encountered in my galaxy-wide trips.

Her head dropped as she slid the silky material over her shoulders, allowing it to drop to the floor. Her shoes were next then she hesitated, darting a glance in my direction. “I’ll be good. I won’t fight you any longer.”

I could easily tell this was a tactic. I also sensed a hardness, as if she’d endured something similar at another time in her life. “I’m certain that you will continue to fight, Fiona. That is your temperament. However, you will learn with time or face the consequences. Continue undressing. After we are finished, you will be examined by our medical officer before beginning work on my officer.”

“Aren’t you worried about his imminent death?”

“He’s stable, placed in a subconscious state in order to keep his vitals on hold.” She was a scientist. She would know exactly what I was speaking of.

Nodding, she sniffed and slowly shifted her arms behind her waist, fiddling with the button and zipper. “How was he poisoned?”

“Perhaps that’s something that you can tell me.”

This time she snorted. “I honestly had nothing to do with your friend or his condition. I’m not allowed to work with anything tangible in the organization.”

Her words were laced with a hollow bitterness. “Another comment of that nature. Why is that?”

Fiona shimmied her skirt to the floor. It was easy to tell how embarrassed she was as if I would never approve of her body. “I don’t have that classification or security clearance.”

There was much more to this story and at some point, she would tell me. For now, I knew she wasn’t lying, at least about her clearance, which could mean she had nothing to do with the attack. “What kind of poison?”

“I can’t tell that by touch alone. I’ll need a blood sample. I mean, if you have blood.” A nervous laugh popped from her mouth.

“We bleed, Fiona. Our bodies can be damaged, only not by the usual methods performed by humans.”

“But?”

“I don’t understand.”

“You hesitated,” she said, covering as much of her body with her hands as she turned to face me. “You’re afraid the poison will kill him.”

“Yes.” My eyes roamed the length of her body and every carnal thought rushed to the surface. “The remainder, please.”

“What? I…”

“You will be given other attire after your examination. When you are punished, you will be completely devoid of clothing. Do you understand?”

“I…”

“Fiona. Do you understand?”

She allowed a slow breath to escape before answering. “Yes.” This time, she closed her eyes as she slid one bra strap down her arm then the other. Every part of her was trembling when she reached behind her back, struggling to unfasten the clasp. She rolled her shoulders, tugging at the tight confines.

My mouth watered at the sight of her erect, rose-colored nipples. They were large, a perfect complement to her full breasts. Think like a captain, not a monster.The jab wasn’t nearly enough to extinguish the demanding visions, such incredible imagery of fucking her in a savage manner. “To answer your question, I am deeply concerned that he will die. And if he does, that will mean total war to your planet.”

“War?” No matter her state of undress, she took a step in my direction, the haughty attitude returning. “You’re going to annihilate our planet, execute everyone?”

“Your planet will be saved. We need the resources. For the record, we had no intention of inciting violence, at least at first.” I was shocked that I was opening up to her in this or any manner. I could be court-martialed for less.

Now, imagine what else he does to her… I hope you enjoyed!

Kisses, spanks and fantasies of big, juicy aliens!

Piper

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My Special Guest – Poppy Flynn

I have another fabulous guest on my blog today and she has a tasty, new release. Poppy lives in rural Wales, where she pens wicked and delicious stories with Blushing Books. Let’s take a peek at her latest release.

FEAR’S WHISPER – CLUB RISQUE 2

SYNOPSIS

Charlotte Chapman and Jake Blackwood keep getting thrown together. After twelve years of crushing on the hot businessman she first met as a student at University, Charlotte is more than prepared to see how things progress, but Jake keeps getting cold feet.Fear's whisper

When he walks away for the second time, Charlotte decides to explore the BDSM lifestyle that he keeps throwing up as a barrier. But because of a terrible past experience, Jake misinterprets travel journalist Charlotte’s interest and believes she is out to scoop a news story at the expense of him and his newly acquired club.

Can she convince him of the truth or will this be the end of what was beginning to be a beautiful relationship at last?

EXCERPT

Jake had crawled back into bed, tired and irritable, at five on Sunday morning, muttering and cursing, and had woken up later that morning with dark shadows under his eyes, an almost fixed frown marring his usually relaxed features and his normally cheerful temperament sadly absent.

Charlotte took it all in her stride. It was good to know all the facets of the person you were becoming involved with. Nevertheless, she couldn’t deny her disappointment at his stark refusal to play, either at home or at the club, saying he wasn’t in the right frame of mind and didn’t want to risk her wellbeing by scening when he was angry.

Privately, Charlotte thought he was being more than just a little bit melodramatic. If there was anything that Jake could truly benefit from at that moment, then it was a mindblowing release to relieve his tension and lighten his irritation.

Racking her brain over the conventions and the nuances of D/s relationships, Charlotte came to the conclusion that if one of her roles as a sub was to serve then—albeit her own interpretation—she should take it upon herself to ease his troubles.

After plying him with a delicious home cooked meal and a glass of red wine, she’d sent him off for a shower then waylaid him when he’d finished and insisted on massaging his tight, knotted shoulders and neck.

Satisfaction had energised her as she felt him relax and unwind, his muscles yielding and loosening beneath her busy fingers. Finally, with the scent of sandalwood and vanilla teasing the air from the oil she’d used, Charlotte cajoled him to lie on his back under the pretext of giving him a foot rub.

In truth, her efforts in that department were rather half-hearted, her attention diverted instead to the growing bulge in the underwear he’d insisted on wearing—stupid man, like that was going to stop her!

She held back as long as she could, but as she watched the soft jersey of his boxers tent in an effort to contain his erection, she found her mouth-watering in anticipation.

Jake lay, seemingly relaxed, with his eyes closed despite the obvious rigidity in certain parts of his anatomy. After licking her lips for maybe the fifth time, Charlotte could restrain herself no longer. In one swift movement, she surged forward, dragged away the offensive covering, grasped his balls in her oil slicked fingers and sucked his cock into her hot, wet mouth, gobbling him down till the tip hit the back of her throat. When Jake bucked involuntarily, a harsh groan wrenching from deep within as he instinctively ploughed his fingers into her hair, fisting it tightly in a move that had her moaning around his sensitive flesh and causing him to exhale loudly while a shudder ripped through his leanly muscled frame as the vibrations titillated his senses.

He leaned up on his elbows and looked down to where his rock-hard shaft disappeared behind her soft pink lips, the visual alone almost enough to send him over the edge.

“You know this is topping from the bottom, don’t you?” he demanded roughly once he’d regained a fragment of composure.

Charlotte looked up the length of his smoothly sculpted chest, slowly lifting her head until his dick left her mouth with a defined pop.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked with wide eyed innocence.

Jake sagged back on the bed, his chest quaking with the low chuckle that rumbled through him, and Charlotte privately thrilled at her success in lifting his wretched spirits.

“Suck me good, wench!” Jake demanded instead, and she hid a secret smile as she did just that and felt a warmth in her chest at having lightened his mood, which had nothing at all to

do with sex.

BIO

Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the ‘self-sufficiency’ lifestyle.

Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.

Poppy’s love of reading and writing stemmed from her parents’ encouragement and the fact that they didn’t have a television in the house.

“When you’re surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbours, no TV and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there’s a certain limit to your options, but with books your adventures and your horizons are endless.”

WHERE TO FIND HER

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 Thank you so much for being here!

Kisses…

Piper

A Taste of Millionaire Daddy

When he simply lifts his chin and says, “Come here, little girl. Daddy has something for you.” Does that make you sizzle, creating a wet wave of heat? Mmm…  We all know some of the most unconventional romances can be even more…passionate. Do you crave a firm hand? Do you long for a dominating man? Will a hard spanking resolve you of your sins? All these questions are far too tempting. I know my answer.

A sexy story came to me in the middle of the night and as with all my stories, a bit off themillionairedaddy_full cuff. No pun intended. Imagine craving stern discipline so much so that you’ll do anything to get it. That’s the premise of Millionaire Daddy, releasing tomorrow from Stormy Night Publications. I think you’ll enjoy a tempting taste…

MILLIONAIRE DADDY

Her master’s cock had been hard as a rock. Jenna would never forget the way his shaft throbbed, thumping against her belly as he spanked her. She’d wanted nothing more than to slide onto her knees, releasing his dick and sucking him dry. Wasn’t that a quaint addition? She rolled her eyes as she fastened her skirt. Why had she panicked, racing out of his house? Think about something else.

Wear something special.Well, this outfit should do it. She glanced at the perfectly pressed white shirt and the checkered short skirt and giggled. She’d ordered the damn outfit from Amazon, terrified she’d look like an idiot. She had to admit, with her hair in pigtails, she resembled the schoolgirl look more than she cared to admit. At least this would make certain to draw the line in the sand. They were just an arrangement. Nothing more.

She twirled and pouted like a teenager, holding the stance. Then she fell against the dresser, smacking her hand on top. Who did she actually think she was kidding? She’d fantasized about the man for so many hours, she’d lost track of the days. Everything about her spanking had left her… well, in panic mode for a solid day, finally accepting that she had feelings for him. For the man who had spanked her to the point she’d had trouble sitting for a solid day. Not good in any manner.

Frowning at her reflection, she twisted and lifted her skirt. The very white baby doll panties might be a bit too much, but she was determined to go through with this, one way or another. Pulling on the elastic, she rubbed her hand across her ass cheeks, no longer able to see any red marks. Damn. Well, she’d have more after this evening. After the spanking, she’d realized that she did indeed crave not only his firm hand, but his authority in the way that he required her to follow his rules.

Not being allowed to come had been the worst. She huffed and eased her panties back into position, smoothing down her skirt before hiking up her socks. Well, the look was going to have to do. If she didn’t leave now, she would be late, and she didn’t want to risk even harsher punishment.

“Here goes nothing.” She had to keep her hormones squashed. Snickering as she walked out the door, she caught the eye of more than one of her neighbors. “Shit.” Another curse word. The list was growing longer.

The drive was filled with the same apprehension, but this time her emotions were complex. She felt like a student with a huge crush on her teacher, bending over his desk for a whipping with a wooden ruler. Her panties were already damp from the thought of seeing him again. Adding the naughty image into her mind only proved to make her nipples hard.

She was behind three cars as she pulled into Reed’s Landing and slid down in the seat as she made her way to the guard house. She had to look ridiculous. Breathe, girl. You can do this.The same guard was on duty and she regretted her choice in outfits. “Hi, I’m—”

“Mr. Asbury is expecting you, Ms. Parker,” he said, smiling. “Have a lovely evening.”

Why was he being extra nice to her? Mr. Asbury must have called ahead. The power the man must wield. She trembled at the thought. There was no hesitation this time as she pulled down his long driveway, but she did study her makeup in the rearview mirror before easing out of the car. She knocked on the door and held herself with confidence, keeping her legs together, her hands in front of her. A prim and proper baby girl.

Master Dominick opened the door, his eyes widening as he gazed down the length of her. “I must admit, I approve, young lady. Come in.”

“Thank you, Sir.” There was no noticeable lust in his eyes, only a slight admiration for the way she was dressed. Maybe she’d been wrong about his earlier reaction. Business arrangement only. He was dressed in another crisp shirt and vivid tie, the deep turquoise matching his eyes almost perfectly. She couldn’t help but take a gander at his muscular chest inching into a carved waist and those legs. Whew. He had the longest legs. Even the throat plus chokerdimple in his chin was alluring, creating a wave of heat between her legs. She took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of his exotic cologne, the fragrance of musk and something woodsy. She also gathered a whiff of her feminine wiles and squeezed her buttocks, as if the action would prevent him from gathering her scent.

“I’ll be with you in a few minutes.” He walked away without issuing any additional commands.

Maybe he hadn’t noticed. Sighing, she was almost disappointed, but what did she expect? His earlier reaction had been based on her naked body, not because of the woman inside. She undressed and deposited her clothes, noticing the duffle was already waiting for his selection, positioned by the desk. She walked toward the corner, less apprehensive than the time before. When she placed her hands by her sides, she almost immediately moved to reflect on her behavior the last few days. In truth, she’d been much calmer, more focused than she’d ever been. How ironic.

The time spent standing in the corner seemed to go by quickly and when she heard his footsteps, she clenched her buttocks again, holding her breath.

“You seem far more relaxed than you did before. I’m glad. The discipline is already working,” he said with quiet reservation.

“Yes, Sir. I feel good.” She turned, feeling more sheepish than she had before. His eyes darted quickly away, a slight redness creeping up along his cheeks, which made her completely self-conscious. He’d changed in the limited time he’d been away, now wearing a pair of jeans and a Henley shirt in the same vibrant hue. What if he kissed her? What if he took her into his arms? She fought a moan from the thought alone, her nipples now aching, longing to be plucked and twisted. A brief image of her daddy sucking on her nipples floated into her mind. No. No. This wasn’t possible.

“Excellent.” He grabbed the bag, placing it on the same spot on the desk. He didn’t look in her direction as he unzipped the duffle, rummaging through.

The tension between them was entirely different but palpable, leaving her uncertain of her reason for being there. “I sent you the list, Sir. Did you have a chance to read my infractions?”

“I did. Seems you were a better girl in the past few days, although your mouth is rather caustic.” He grinned as he issued the words, yet still kept his gaze in another direction.

But his voice was strained.

What do you think? Would you heed his demands? 

Love and spanks…

Piper