a taste of… His Judgment

I think we all have a fascination of the law. I’m saddened by the ugly stories of cops being shot. Policemen and women should be our heroes – at least the majority of them. Just like with any breed, color, size, shape or gender – there are good people and bad people. Sadly, we concentrate on the bad, yet we celebrate the notoriety politicians and celebrities seem to mandate JUST because they think they’re all that and a bag of chips. We all have something to hide. Every. Single. One. Of. Us.His Judgement 500x755

Don’t lie. you know you do.

Sometimes good people are caught up in the political arena. They fight for what’s right as well as try to live their life as they wish. Often, they’re unable because we love to pry. We crave seeing the worst in people. Sometimes there are legitimate reasons for poking at the candidate, actor, judge, etc. Sometimes those reasons are contrived. His Judgment is just this kind of story. Two people do indeed have something to hide, but not what many believe to be so horrible. Sometimes they are simply trying to find another to care about them. Hmmm…  Coming on August 1st from Blushing Books.

HIS JUDGMENT

Buried inside all of us are dark desires, some we refuse to acknowledge. But we crave…

I hunger for a powerful man, one strong enough to tame the woman inside. For highly respected attorney, Joelle Parker, the words had unleashed a hunger she could no longer control. Her days are filled with prosecuting monsters, vile men and women content on vanquishing the sanctity of innocent lives. Her nights are something else entirely. Fantasies of finding a dominating man, one who could yank away the tight confines of her conservative life, finally filter into her waking hours. Tasked with prosecuting a brutal and very political murder case, her needs are placed on hold—until a chance meeting changes everything.

Randolph ‘Craze’ Mitchell is a loner, preferring long rides on his Harley to human companionship. A man of the law, he has a difficult decision to make; whether or not to run for a seat in the State Senate. Every aspect of his life is well planned, organized and exactly what he doesn’t want. His dark desires, sexual needs encompassing kink and domination, are kept locked away. No woman can withstand his requirements. No one knows the real man or the secrets he holds. Painting is his only solace, he’s come to terms with remaining very much alone—until a vivacious woman crosses his path, daring to push aside his tightly woven shield of armor.

The two enter into a passionate and intense journey, the question of consent never far from the surface. Both crave what the other offers, as well as concern about discovery, but they can’t stay away. Every act shared pushes their respective boundaries, fulfilling their carnal needs, until reality thrusts them into the light of day—a blackmailer has surfaced. Craze is faced with a horrific choice, one that could end both of their careers. Can he use his best judgment or will he succumb to his personal demons?

Can Joelle and Craze trust each other enough to explore their needs together? Their chemistry is off the chain, is it real or just a chance encounter? Can they join together to protect each other from public scrutiny?

EXCERPT

“Murderer!”

“Kill the bastard!”

“He should fry in hell for what he did!”

“He’s an innocent man!”

The screams and chanting from both sides came fast and furious. Joelle Parker took the courthouse steps two at a time, avoiding the bank of reporters, family, friends and co-workers of both the accused murderer and his victims. The mob was growing in number, the case an ugly reminder of the increasing horrific crimes in Baltimore. They were all judging her on her performance or lack thereof. Even her boss had threatened to take over, stating she wasn’t qualified to handle such a high priority black and white Domcase. To hell with all of them. She was damn good.

When she was safely inside, she breathed out and wiped a single bead of sweat from her forehead. She refused to be on the news, fader for some buxom blonde who would use the fifteen minutes of fame to parlay a career on National television. Not her style.

She hurried through the checkpoints and entered the courtroom, her head held high. She was early and few people were inside. Sliding into the seat, she almost laughed as her skirt rode up her thighs from friction, exposing the tops of her thigh-highs.

She fingered the thin lace and bit her lower lip. What if everyone in the courtroom knew she was wearing a silk thong and stockings? Closing her eyes, she allowed her mind to wander to the events of the night before. The BDSM club was new in town, considered hot and very exclusive. The invitation had been a scintillating surprise, a gift from one of her previous clients. She’d tossed the gilded envelope in a drawer, rejecting the offer for almost two weeks.

Joelle was the good girl, the one who had made straight ‘A’s’ in high school and all through college and law school. She was the best friend, tutor, mentor and big sister. She was the one who followed every rule. Everyone thought of her as the girl next door, who never, ever had kinky thoughts. She’d stymied the vixen most of her life. Only two years before had she succumbed to her burning desires, frequenting several clubs in the seediest part of downtown Baltimore.

Experimentation had turned into dark cravings until the nights became days and she’d made a choice – her career or BDSM. The need for money, clothes, an expensive car and a condominium won out in the end. A girl had to eat. What a shame.

No one had any idea about the woman inside. The search for the perfect man had gone nowhere. What man could handle such complexity? She licked her ruby stained lips as she thought about the last date she’d been on. How long had it been? Oh yes, almost three years. No man held the muster, a perfect specimen of masculinity and dominance.

When the invitation had arrived, she knew she’d received a sign. However, accepting the sign had taken courage. The memory held mixed feelings. She’d gulped down a full glass of wine, held her breath and ripped open the envelope with flair. What she couldn’t understand is how had her client, a woman who fashioned herself a Domme, see through her thick layers of bullshit to the girl locked inside a cage? On that very night and after two additional glasses of wine, she’d accepted the invite, happy as could be. After second guessing herself, she’d cowered in front of the television watching a documentary on The History Channel. Yeah, she had balls of mush.

The night at the club had been cathartic. Freeing. She couldn’t wait to return, even considering paying the one thousand dollar joining free. She could afford a little luxury. She could even learn to be more careful in her methods of playtime, remaining in the shadows.

Why the hell did she care? What occurred in her private life was nobody else’s business. She was an adult, a very hungry adult and allowed to play. Then again, no one, not even her best friend knew about her penchant for pain, her desire to submit to a dominant man.

Meticulously she laid out her things, preferring an iPad to traditional pen and paper. This case wasn’t going to be easy, but she was prepared, well almost. The night before had been delicious, the event going well into the night. She snickered as she envisioned the neon lights, the pulsing music and the elongated bar. The dark and foreboding club was designed for anonymity as well as security. Anyone could be exactly who they desired to be.

She checked her watch – ten minutes to spare. After court she was going to dinner with friends, then back to the club. Whether or not she’d decide to join depended on the events of the night. A bit of show and tell was in order, complete with aspects of flogging. She tingled at the thought. Perhaps she’d run into Marco again. The stud muffin had shown her the ropes, literally. She giggled and eased her hand into her shirt, fingering the top of her push-up bra, remembering the delicious details.

“Welcome to Club Noir,” the man whispered, his face hidden behind a mask. “I’m Marco, very much at your service.”

Joelle eyed the tall drink of water and nodded. “Thank you. I’m Jewel.” She certainly wasn’t going to give him her real name.

“Jewel. A beautiful gem to be kept precious. I’m honored. I know that you’re new to our club. If you’d like, I’d be happy to show you around.”

As he held out his arm, she inhaled. His exotic scent was unrecognizable, the fragrance intoxicating just like the man. Tall and broad shouldered, his muscles were carved, his body long and lean. “I’d enjoy that.” Accepting his gesture, she clung to him as he walked her through the crowded space.

“Club Noir specializes in all aspects of BDSM. We cater to our customers, indulging them in their greatest fantasy. Tell me, sweet Jewel, do you have a particular desire, a bold hunger for aspects of kink?”

A Dom’s Control

I’m often asked why I write spanking, D/s and DD books. I can tell you that given the popularity, there is quite a bit of interest. I thought you’d like to read about the concept of a Dom’s control. Research is the key and the best way to do that is talking with someone who practices one of the lifestyles.

After several recent and very intense conversations about the sadism within a D/s relationship, I’ve reflected on something JP said. He’s an old friend and great man, exploring the lifestyle while trying to maintain his vanilla life. He always talks about his concern whether he is Domly enough. I have a new twitter follower, a Master, who seems to believe that being a gentlemanly Dom is the truest form of embracing the concept. One of his tweets, and I think originating from his submissive, was the if a Dom doesn’t allow his submissive to tease or to seduce him at times, then the man doesn’t understand being a true Dom. I’ve learned many aspects of the lifestyle from talking to others, which allows me to write stories with a more knowledgeable mind.

Sharing and talking, laughing about the stupidity of people, drinking, opening upwoman in blue ribbon about fears, listening to music – these are the basic elements within every couple. Why would they be any different within a D/s relationship? Why should a man hunger any less to be desired, which is exactly what happens when any women flirts, teases and leads her man down a sensuous path. This is all about the fact she desires him, and as she moves through her various phases of seduction, she’s showing him in no uncertain terms she’s famished. In need.

While I don’t practice the lifestyle, I have asked myself basic questions. If I were in a D/s relationship, how would I react? Do you think I’m any different? Well, of course not. I would readily accept, embrace and love the submissive role; however, I would want to make certain he knew he was wanted as a man. Some aspects of letting him know are all about being sexy. From Victoria’s Secret so I can match my undies to a flaming red or vibrant “stripper” fuchsia pink dress, to massages and washing his back, candles and his favorite cigar – these are all methods of seduction. They also reiterate the desire, love and devotion. Remember, Dom’s are men first, manly always. And girls, we know men need affirmation more than they care to admit.

When men feel wanted and loved, they are much more self-assured and for Dom’s, I believe they are much more likely to enjoy fully their role as Dom. They love and crave the power, the feeling of being dominant over another, while still being seen as a sexy beast. Within every D/s relationship, both the Dom and the submissive grow both independently as well as together as a couple. The Dom accepts more control, the submissive letting more go. The power exchange morphs, the two roles becoming easier to identify. My experience is that when you add in discipline, punishment and aspects of playtime, some Dom’s begin to see their level and longing for control in a different manner. Why? Garnering a taste of how amazing euphoria can be on both sides, can push the emotional state to another plane altogether.

JP always experienced a “high” after using the belt or the quirt. In talking with other submissives, they describe the experience as being magical. I realize this is somewhat difficult to explain to those who’ve never gone down this road, but pain and pleasure are a fine line. This is similar to love and hate. Whether you want to use the expressions you’ve most likely heard before – reaching subspace, or the release of endorphins, that’s what occurs. The tingling effect is left for days in our case. Raw emotions are dazzling. When you go to this incredible plateau, it’s reasonable to think both the Dom and the sub might want more.

When does this “high” move from playtime and discipline to something more extreme? When does the Dom’s need for control become compromised? These are good questions and should be addressed.

With anyone accepting the dominating role within a relationship, they have various responsibilities. They are bound by respect and a code of honor, as well as their devotion, to keep their submissive safe from harm, whether from others or within the realm of their personal training. There were very important words told to me by another Master a couple of years ago. “I will hurt you. I will not harm you.” Those words couldn’t be a truer statement if certain aspects of sadistic acts become important to the Dom. JP always called this his dark side.

His gentlemanly ways were there from day one. He’s a kind, gentle soul with a dominating force that he was never allowed to experience until recently. When you’re given the acceptance to free your soul, share the deep-seeded hungers you’ve been terrified to express your entire life, you’ll experience true freedom. This is also where the two sides mesh together so well. Deep love enables you to delve into fears and needs, desires about the darker side of kink. I think without complete love, respect and trust, no two people could be so honest to admit sadistic or masochistic needs. Why would you consider?

silver handcuffsSo many people balk, laugh at or shun with prejudice anything they don’t understand or fear. People love to admonish others, their tastes and choices. No one in their right mind would open up about something so intimate, yet a trait many see as abusive. The conversations with JP? Enlightening. Amazing. Terrifying. Powerful. Life changing. His honestly allowed me to see needs within myself. His sadistic desires aren’t extreme, merely pushing past comfort levels, tasting something completely different. Do I think his tendencies can grow, his needs increase? Of course. If you find something you enjoy, you’re going to want more. Control is vital.

I’m not just talking about controlling the amount of pain inflicted, the number of whip strikes. I’m also talking about bridging what are now three aspects of a life together. There’s the vanilla side every D/s couple will share to a degree. There’s the D/s portion involving guidance, training, following various basic rules such as how to greet the Dom, or behavioral controls. Then there’s the more sadistic side of playtime. Does this mean every aspect of his guidance within his dominating role will have a sadistic flavor?

That’s a very daunting question. I think this is what I’ve been reflecting on. He mentioned that he’s changed and his partner changed as well. Again, his frank conversations allowed me to look inside myself. Could I do this? Maybe. Perhaps writing about D/s relationships means I have a bit of submissive needs buried inside. Embracing my submissive tendencies opened my eyes to so many things, helping mold a well-rounded person.

However, I am still the ballsy, willful and very take-life-by-the-balls kind of chick, plus I’m very passionate and romantic in all those girly ways. I love candles and romantic dinners. I love sitting by a fire, reading to each other. I adore taking a shower together and giving long massages. I would want this side as well, wouldn’t you? I would also want to know my rules clearly and have a gentle Dom who administers them, knowing I’d fuck up every once in a while. While punishment is supposed to hurt, I believe everyone needs to feel safe in his measured control. Trust is vital. In other words, I would need the complete package – a passionate and thoughtful Dom who respects all sides of me so his nurturing and guidance is effective as well as controlled. Does this kind of man exist in real life? I honestly believe his does.

What do you think? Can the three sides co-exist within a D/s relationship?

I hope you enjoyed.

Kisses, spanks and happy reading

Piper

 

Breathless Bad Boys…

Don’t we all love a bad boy? Even heroes can have a streak that is oh-so delicious and dark, a man we love to hate. I’ve been so proud to be a part of Hero Undercover – a compilation of 25 novellas with 24 other award winning, best seller authors brought to you by Blushing Books. The stories are all very different and in my opinion, the perfect poolside read. Think about it. You’re already… HOT. and. WET.  I know, I’m allowing my bad girl side to show. Right? This is the last day that the 1776 page book is going to be a tiny little $.99 so grab a copy. Blushing Books is also having an amazing give away and I’ll provide the link down below.

I hope that if you’re new to Piper Stone, you’ll take the opportunity to read some of my other books. I have a new release and a fantastic sale going on in honor of both Hero Undercover and my latest release – Maverick Rescue Me. So leet’s get started.

Here’s my piece in Hero Undercover. I have a love of red wine and women who are brassy and bold. When you combine an undercover case involving wine fraud and a cowboy detective. Well, the purr-fect recipe for turning up the heat.

A TASTE FOR RED

Private Investigator Shanna Jacobs has no issue chasing scumbag criminals down on her Harley. Blackmailed into working with the local police department, the case involving wine fraud utilizes one of her many talents. However, going undercover correct hero undercover coveralongside a sexy cowboy cop may destroy her mask of steel. Detective Cody Walker is estranged from his ranch in Montana, taking the only job offered after his involvement in a horrific incident. Working alongside, Shanna and Cody realize the case isn’t what it seems. As they delve into the clues, sparks fly, but both refuse to accept their growing need. Can he save the woman he’s fallen in love with before it’s too late?

I write in several genres and don’t mind stretching the envelope with regard to kink. A Power Exchange in a relationship is exactly what you think. You’re giving up your power to another. Women who are very dominating in business often prefer to be very submissive in their desires and in their relationships, giving up full control. When the man is utterly powerful, a man most fear and so many hate, the perfect woman is the one who can tame him. This is the first in a collection of stories involving the ultimate Power Exchange. On sale for only $2.99 at Amazon – see what you think…

BECOMING – POWER EXCHANGE

SYNOPSIS

Blackmail – the ultimate in power…

Christopher Patterson is a business mogul, his prowess and influence creating a commanding empire. His methods of takeover are ruthless, garnering every expensive toy money can buy. He holds many secrets, ones that would obliterate his empire if discovered. His nemesis waits, shadowed in the darkness, determined to destroy everything Christopher has worked for. A tortured man, Christopher’s dark needs for complete control prove unsuccessful when dominating a woman. That is until Genevieve Tallen came into his life.

Becoming EbookGenevieve is a successful entrepreneur, her advertising agency well respected. Lonely and unfulfilled in every relationship, meeting Christopher is electric. She’s able to release her submissive side and become the woman she finally learns to accept. Drawn into a twisted relationship, satisfying their respective kinky desires, there is no way for her to know she’s fallen into a scandalous web of deceit. A secret men’s club, one fueling every deep-seated fantasy, is the backdrop for blackmail.

Two men vie for a woman’s submission, at the risk of losing their livelihood as well as their very souls. Forced to face a damning past, Christopher has a decision to make, one that could change his relationship forever. Obedience tested, only Genevieve can snap the tangled noose, the one dragging Christopher into the pits of Hell.

Danger. Dominance. Destruction.

Are Christopher and Genevieve strong enough to face and accept their needs? Is their relationship strong enough to weather the upcoming storm? Will their love survive?

 

EXCERPT

You have to have her, take her, use her.

The words were never far from his mind.

Christopher wasn’t entirely certain what to expect when he walked into her home, her gleaming kitchen. All afternoon, his anticipation of seeing her, being with her, had kept him from his allotted duties. Even his assistant had commented that his mind was elsewhere. For once, he didn’t mind a bit being sidetracked. Just after four, he’d left the office and headed for a bar. Somewhere along the way, he was sidetracked, taking a detour to the local Home Depot. He hadn’t been in a Home Depot in over a year. There’d been no need in his life.

He chuckled as he held out the new, red rope he’d secured. Seeing the face of the store clerk, who made the mistake of asking Chris what he was purchasing this particular type of rope for, was priceless. The mixture of shock and horror when he answered honestly was quite pleasing. Perhaps he was a sadist. You are a sadist. The thought was comforting.

“You truly look beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you, Sir. I prepared everything as required,” Genevieve said quietly, her eyes shifting down to the bondage material in his hands. “Have you been shopping?”

“Nothing but the best for my girl.” His laugh was much needed, and he could feel his tension easing. She always had a calming effect on him, a moment of pure peace in a sea of bullshit. Dropping his things, he moved toward her. Hearing her call him ‘Sir’ made his cock swell. “Did you forget your required greeting already, my dearest?”

She jerked her head up, her lower lip quivering. “No, Sir. Well, maybe yes, Sir. Ugh.” Very slowly, she leaned over at the waist, lifting the hem of her teddy. A slight moan escaped her lips as she spread her legs and reached her arms back.

He walked closer, every move deliberate, as he surveyed the objects on the table. A smile curled at the corner of his mouth. For some reason, he could tell a difference within her, as if she were ready to let go of the last snippet of control. His submissive ‘G,’ a pet name he’d coined in the beginning, continued to have her ways of usurping his authority. There was no method of breaking this down, only time and complete trust would allow her the freedom of unleashing old wounds. This, he very much respected. “Open those lovely ass cheeks of yours.” As soon as he issued the command, he could hear the single grunt.

“Yes, Sir. I, um…”

“Yes?” He could already tell what she’d forgotten. As he moved behind her, he could hear her breathing change, becoming scattered. He pressed down on her back, fingers drumming against her skin. “Genevieve.”

Yes, he is sexy but can you see the love-hate relationship?

My latest release is a true series involving the love of animals and how they can save and protect our hearts, souls and very lives. Maverick is a Golden Retriever, a carbon copy of one of my furry babies in actions and love. This is my heart child book. A suspense thriller that will keep you on your seat, the passion and love is something you won’t soon forget.

MAVERICK – RESCUE ME

 

If I can’t have you, no one will…

The words have haunted McKenzie Reynolds for months. Running away wasn’t the best answer, but she had zero choices. If she stayed, he’d have continued down his path of abuse disguised as domestic discipline. Once a man she thought she could trust, his evil deeds slip past the mask. A new home. A new life. Only her Golden Retriever, Maverick by her side. She is free, ready for every new challenge, including Maveric_500x755the chance at love.

Until he finds her…

Dr. Diego Mitchell, a struggling veterinarian, leaves his past and every bad memory behind, or at least he tries to. He has begun forging new relationships in a new community, while developing clientele. On a stormy night, he learns a valuable lesson as tragedy strikes. He’s forced to use his valuable skills to save a life, but what he doesn’t expect is a rush of emotions, including the need to protect. The mysterious woman might be his savior.

Two strangers bond together as a mystery develops, leaving the local ranchers terrified of the recent arsons. With several dead, including an unidentified man, McKenzie is not only the key but perhaps the intended victim. A game of cat and mouse ensues and McKenzie and Diego race to find answers before the monster strikes again.

Can McKenzie take a chance and truly trust Diego?  Can Diego push his demons away, so he can protect McKenzie? Will the rugged cowboy be able to rescue the woman he loves? Will the scared, haunted woman take back her power and rescue the man she loves, right back? Together, can they survive and heal?

The first in a collection of stories involving humans who rescue beloved animals. Or is it the other way around?

Just released and all from Blushing Books. You can find Maverick on Amazon and the Blushing Books site. I also have a pretty sexy release going on at Amazon. You can win a free copy – no purchase required. Just follow this link! https://giveaway.amazon.com/p/8c68ecfdf4a1e21e 

Here is Blushing Books fantastic hourly give away. You can’t go wrong with this one!

http://www.blushingbooksblog.com/prizes-every-hour-25-00-amazon-gift-certificate/ 

Finally, through today only. If you purchase a copy of Hero Undercover on any site – Amazon, iBooks or B & N and pm me on Facebook or at piperstonecreations@gmail.com a snapshot of the purchase, I’ll gift you two ARC copies of any of my books – your choice. Good luck and I hope you enjoy!!

Kisses…

Piper

HERO UNDERCOVER AMAZON LINK

 

Struggling for a New Life…

It’s interesting how people view abuse in books. As we know, OF COURSE, there are various kinds of abusive from physical to mental, from lovers to employers and everything in between. No abuse is okay at any time for any reason. Period. However, this is a sad part of everyday lives and I think stories of heroic efforts to change, move on, start a new live or find lawful methods of retribution need to be told. If some of my passages make you wince, cry, rage in horror and finally smile in Maveric_500x755peace, then I’ve done my job. Yes, I understand abuse in certain ways. I don’t think there’s a human being alive who hasn’t experienced or at least been a party to some form. Sad state our world is, but this is our truth.

The Rescue Me Series isn’t about the constant happy times couples have. They aren’t simple romances with fluffy animals. They are a telling of love, strength, horrors, happiness, anger – you get the message. Every story has a hero or two – including those in furry bundled love. I’m very proud of Maverick and would like to bring you another taste. I do so hope you enjoy. More will be coming later…

MAVERICK – RESCUE ME

EXCERPT

Guilt settled into McKenzie’s system. She stood staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, worried to death about Maverick and wondering how in the hell she’d gotten herself into such a mess in the first place. Anthony wasn’t a monster. Or was he? She wasn’t certain of anything any longer. Yes, she’d known about his anger issues as well as his arrogance. For some reason she thought love could conquer all. The bad boy and the good girl. She’d ceased being good a long time ago. He and his family had infected her mind if not her very soul.

After another gulp of wine, she set the glass on the counter and peeled off her clothes. The bruises on her face and neck would heal in time. The scratches on her arms would fade away. The scars on her heart would never leave.

She touched her face, memories of the good times providing a tearful moment. She’d loved him, even after his personality had changed. Now this. She might lose everything but she refused to give in, stay married to him for another month. Hissing, she started the shower. His rich family would no doubt stand behind him as they always did.

“She’s not good enough for you.”

“She’s beneath you, Anthony.”

“You can do so much better. The family deserves better.”

The family. What a crock of shit. The tainted words remained furrowed into the back of her mind. She stepped into the shower, allowing the water to cascade down over her head. Not a single member of his family had ever accepted her or their marriage. She’d wondered often if Anthony had gotten hitched to her simply to piss off his parents. What did the concern really matter any longer? They had their wish now. He was free as a bird and had all but destroyed her in the process.

Palming the cool tile, she dropped her head as the tears began to fall. How many times had she promised herself that she’d never cry again? How many times had she allowed him to slither back into her life? She was done. Finished. She had to be strong. She would fight. She would prevail.

cowboy standingYou’re so full of shit. She gulped air as the tears continued to fall, loathing her inner voice, the one that had kept her questioning every move she made. She slapped the wall and tilted her head back, issuing a strangled scream. “Why? Why can’t I have a normal life?”

Because you’re worthless. You have no skills. You are nothing without me.

She blinked and shook her head, the wretched words, his words would forever haunt her. “You’re wrong. You fucking asshole. You’ll see.” Yeah, she’d show the world. Her thoughts drifted to Maverick and her legs began to shake. She knew he was badly hurt. Even the good doctor was concerned. She could tell by Diego’s expression and the wretched look in his eyes. He didn’t want to tell her the truth. She was going to lose the one thing she loved in this very world, the only thing that she could love.

Crumpling to her knees, she cradled her arms around her legs, pulling them to her chest. The water continued to pound down, mixing with her tears. She rocked back and forth as flashes of the past fueled her now vile anger. She was going to destroy Anthony, no matter how long or how much money she had to spend in order to do so.

Maverick. She could hear his fearful whimpers in her mind. She knew he was looking for mommy dog. He was all alone and scared. He’d tried to protect her. He was her savior. No, he was her salvation. Strong. You will be powerful and you will fight. Sniffing, she whipped the salty beads away, determined to close down her emotions.

After a few minutes, she rose to her feet and finished her shower. Tonight, she’d placed her beloved pup’s wellbeing in the hands of a stranger. Karma was kicking her in the ass. This was going to be the toughest thing she had to deal with in her life.

McKenzie found a robe on the back of the bathroom door. A smile crossed her face as she studied the red and blue plaid design. Somehow, she couldn’t see the cowboy vet in something like this. Still, the flannel was warm and cozy, the scent all male. She held the material close to her nose, drinking in his essence. A staunch sense of embarrassment, she shook away the thought and donned the attire.

Antsy, she retrieved her wine and walked toward the kitchen to refill her glass. She stood staring out the window, thinking about the last year. There was nothing she could do but fight Anthony, demanding a divorce. He’d grow bored soon enough, preferring to play with one of his blonde bimbos.

Her thoughts drifted to Diego. The cowboy was certainly a breath of fresh air. He also understood her desires, not judging or condemning her. The concept was not what she’d expected from anyone. She could remember the look in her best friend’s eyes when she’d expressed her desires for discipline, being punished for being a bad girl. The admittance had almost cost them their friendship. As if that mattered. She’d left everyone behind forever.

“Stop,” she muttered. She had to start thinking clearly so she could develop a plan. Maybe Diego could help. Groaning, she rubbed her eyes.

What was it about this man, this stranger that intrigued her so much? Why was she thinking about future possibilities when her life was in ruins? Perhaps she’d never figure out the answer but certainly not tonight. Resigned, she sipped her wine and said a prayer for Maverick.

Chuckling, she noticed the orange glow in the distance and frowned, uneasiness settling into her system. She couldn’t help but wish Anthony would die in a massive fire. Yeah, then she wouldn’t have to worry about the crap she was going to have to go through. Yes, the concept was delicious.

Snorting, she settled on the couch, propping up her feet and finishing her wine. Minutes later she began to nod off. As vivid images settle into her subconscious, she smiled. If only there were bears in the Virginia woods. Perhaps a pack of wolves would do the trick. Or a hitman.

If only she had the courage.

SYNOPSIS

The words have haunted McKenzie Reynolds for months. Running away wasn’t the best answer, but she had zero choices. If she stayed, he’d have continued down his path of abuse disguised as domestic discipline. Once a man she thought she could trust, his evil deeds slip past the mask. A new home. A new life. Only her Golden Retriever, Maverick by her side. She is free, ready for every new challenge, including the chance at love.

Until he finds her…

Dr. Diego Mitchell, a struggling veterinarian, leaves his past and every bad memory behind, or at least he tries to. He has begun forging new relationships in a new community, while developing clientele. On a stormy night, he learns a valuable lesson as tragedy strikes. He’s forced to use his valuable skills to save a life, but what he doesn’t expect is a rush of emotions, including the need to protect. The mysterious woman might be his savior.

Two strangers bond together as a mystery develops, leaving the local ranchers terrified of the recent arsons. With several dead, including an unidentified man, McKenzie is not only the key but perhaps the intended victim. A game of cat and mouse ensues and McKenzie and Diego race to find answers before the monster strikes again.

Can McKenzie take a chance and truly trust Diego?  Can Diego push his demons away, so he can protect McKenzie? Will the rugged cowboy be able to rescue the woman he loves? Will the scared, haunted woman take back her power and rescue the man she loves, right back? Together, can they survive and heal?

The first in a collection of stories involving humans who rescue beloved animals. Or is it the other way around?

I so hope you enjoyed! 

Piper

Give Away – Enter for a chance to win a copy!! https://giveaway.amazon.com/p/8c68ecfdf4a1e21e

PURCHASE LINK

 

 

Release Day Celebration

I am so excited and thrilled that today is release day for an amazing group of stories. 25 sizzling bad boy novellas from some of the hottest authors in the industry. HERO UNDERCOVER is about – you guessed it, heroes who romance, thrill, chill and sometimes piss us off. But in the end, they are the prefect rugged man, the one we dream about. I want to say congratulations to my fellow authors and a huge thank you to Blushing Books for their help, love, dedication and belief in all of us. I correct hero undercover coverstill have my sexy contest going so help me get to 100 followers on my blog! Don’t forget to take a peek at one sexy trailer at the end. You are so going to love it!

BTW – Blushing is donaties to several charities upon each sale. The following are just two of them. Something to keep in mind. 

http://www.lawmemorial.org/http://www.copline.org/

Please enjoy a taste of my romantic suspense novella:

A TASTE FOR RED

SYNOPSIS

Private Investigator Shanna Jacobs has no issue chasing scumbag criminals down on her Harley. Blackmailed into working with the local police department, the case involving wine fraud utilizes one of her many talents. However, going undercover alongside a sexy cowboy cop may destroy her mask of steel. Detective Cody Walker is estranged from his ranch in Montana, taking the only job offered after his involvement in a horrific incident. Working alongside, Shanna and Cody realize the case isn’t what it seems. As they delve into the clues, sparks fly, but both refuse to accept their growing need. Can he save the woman he’s fallen in love with before it’s too late?

EXCERPT

Shanna held up the wine glass. The moonlight cast a smoky haze through the thin crystal. “Stoker and Scotty boy know each other.”

Cody coughed and eased beside her, sitting with his knees bent by the edge of the pool. “You’re observant.”

“Very. I need to be in my line of work. I suspect the little pudge ball of a man works for him. That’s my gut feeling.”

“You made such a wonderful impression on the poor, unsuspecting store clerk.” Cody chuckled and sniffed the contents of the glass.

Dangerous man with gun“He’s a putz. You really don’t know very much about wine. Do you?” Seeing Stoker at the store had almost derailed her.

“Enough to get by when taking a lady out to dinner. Granted, that’s been a solid two years.”

The comment surprised Shanna. She tipped her head in his direction. “Why? Don’t tell me you’re a closet gay guy.”

“You don’t mince words. Do you? And no, I’m not gay. Just…” He looked toward the pool, his brow furrowed.

“Some lady did a real number on you.”

“About as much as whatever guy made you hate all men.”

Shanna snorted. “Let’s drink to remaining single.”

“What’s so special about this wine anyway?” He took a sip of wine.

“Well, it’s priced at almost a thousand dollars a bottle and difficult to find in small wine shops.”

Cody choked, wine spewing past his lips. “Shit. I just lost a good fifty bucks or so. You bought two bottles of thousand dollar wine?”

“A message was sent. Very few people know their wines. They may pretend, purchasing something a friend told them about or a trendy wine, but this one is a sleeper varietal. If Scotty is in the middle of the game of fraud, ears have been perked up all over town.” She’d noticed at least two customers who she knew they’d see again. After taking a sip she smiled. “This is one of the finest wines I’ve ever had. Very seductive in the aftertaste. Rich with a floral aroma that just tickles your nose.”

“You do know your wines.” Cody polished off the remainder. “Let’s have another glass. Shall we?” He stood and grabbed the bottle from the table. When he sat back down he grinned. “Here’s to a one thousand dollar date. One of the best ones I’ve had in a hell of a long time.”

She held out her glass as he poured the rest of the wine into their glasses. Enjoying the moment, she bit her lip and kicked her feet out in the water. The lights were soothing, crimson and electric blue, creating shimmers in the lapping waves. She couldn’t think this way. She had to stick to her guns. There was no going back. Why? Why? Her inner voice had been nagging her all day. No, she couldn’t cave in. Business. Get back to business. “I do know my wines.”

“A resume builder?” He plopped back down and grinned, clinking his glass with hers. “Teasing. Can’t you take a joke? Lighten up.”

“Christine and I have gone to many wine tastings. That’s how she knew I could pass for an expert.” She turned her head before rolling her eyes. After this case, she’d terminate her relationship with Taylor and King. She refused to have anything held over her head. Why did his lips look so kissable tonight? She swallowed hard and hid behind her glass, catching her breath. The wine. Her reaction had to be because of the wine.

“Stoker is attracted to you. That’s for certain. Shit, I don’t blame him. The way you look in that dress. Whew.”

“Why do you say that?” She could tell what Cody was thinking. While his lurid thoughts should make her uncomfortable, instead, she was wet with desire. This wasn’t good. Not at all.

“He in as much told me that I need to control you and that he’d be happy to help. Are you certain he’s never seen you before?”

Shanna laughed. “I kept in the shadows the entire week I was following him. Control? The man has no idea how to control a woman. He’s merely an abuser, just like the majority of men.” Yes, her words were laced with bitterness, her usual defense. “Don’t ask, Cody. Leave it alone.”

Cody sighed and mumbled under his breath. “Wouldn’t dream of delving into your private life, but I’m sorry. You don’t deserve to be hurt in any way. I only hope you can chip away at that block on your shoulder before it’s too late. You also deserve happiness.”

Happiness. She’d love to be happy, sharing life and love with a man, dreams coming true. “You don’t know me. You don’t want to know me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I’d like to get to know you, if only you’d drop that suit of armor you’re wearing.” He reached out, brushing the back of his hand across her arm.

Thank you so much. I’m a part of an amazing blog tour. Here’s a link to a raffle. Good luck on the win!
a Rafflecopter giveaway

PURCHASE LINKS

http://tinyurl.com/y9gjs7tj   iBooks

amzn.to/2s1di5J  Amazon

tinyurl.com/ycktvt24   B & N

SEXY TRAILER

A Disgraced Cowboy Cop. A Feisty Female PI – Together – BOOM!

I’m so excited! Hero Undercover is finally releasing tomorrow!! While it’s been on pre-sale for a couple of weeks, the actual release of any book is terribly exciting. I’ve had several people read my sexy novella and they seem to love. I have a rather warped brain and my characters have a feisty, ballsy quality – whether male or female. I also love cowboy cops – they just have everything you desire in a hero. They’re sexy. Commanding. Rugged. Handsome. Did I say sexy? Imagine the hot guy holding a lasso or a gun. Whew… Is it hot in here? I have another excerpt for my piece, a little novella I’ll expand later and I’m very proud of. I’m also thrilled and proud to be a part of this amazing collection. Don’t forget to pick up a copy for only correct hero undercover cover$.99. This lasts through July 3rd only!

A TASTE FOR RED

SYNOPSIS

Private Investigator Shanna Jacobs has no issue chasing scumbag criminals down on her Harley. Blackmailed into working with the local police department, the case involving wine fraud utilizes one of her many talents. However, going undercover alongside a sexy cowboy cop may destroy her mask of steel. Detective Cody Walker is estranged from his ranch in Montana, taking the only job offered after his involvement in a horrific incident. Working alongside, Shanna and Cody realize the case isn’t what it seems. As they delve into the clues, sparks fly, but both refuse to accept their growing need. Can he save the woman he’s fallen in love with before it’s too late?

EXCERPT

Shanna flipped through her notes. “Stop here.”

“Here?” Cody eyed the busy street, searching for a location to park. The sidewalks were crawling with activity. Sidewalk cafes were packed with tourists and locals alike enjoying the warm evening, the atmosphere relaxed and inviting. “Why here?”

“Wine store. One of the best. We should be able to find what I need.”

He had to wonder what she believed necessary. He maneuvered the Ferrari into a space. “Let’s keep a low profile, or as low as possible anyway.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked then climbed out of the car.

“You should have placed a neon flashing sign around your neck. You’re overdressed.”

“My style. Not yours. Remember?” She shot him a look of disdain and slammed the car door, taking off down the sidewalk without waiting for him.

Cody caught up to her quickly and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her in close and whispering in her ear. “You don’t have to like me but you do have to pretend. Remember, anyone could be watching.”

She tilted her head. “Yes, of course. I hope you brought the credit cards.”

“Always the ballbuster. Now, I’m going to take your hand. Act like you adore me instead of wish I were dead.” He grabbed her hand, interlocking their fingers, and tugged her down the sidewalk. The touch was electric, far too intense. His hands sweated instantly and his heart rate skyrocketed. Shanna had managed to get under his skin.

While she didn’t pull away, she remained stiff until they walked inside the quaint shop. When she pulled away, everything about her demeanor had changed. “Look darling. This is the little shop I was telling you about.”

“Find whatever you like, baby. I want you happy.” He scanned the store, making mental note of the various patrons. The majority were well over forty and he suspected given the few prices listed on selected shelves, they were all wealthy.

Shanna swayed her hips as she walked toward the counter, pushing aside several customers. Her smile was huge, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “You know I will. You owe me for last night.”

Cody resisted reacting. They’d already been noticed by just about everyone close by. Flamboyant was her style. “But you said I was delicious last night.” The comment had mixed reactions but none that stood out. Like looking for a needle in a haystack.

She pushed her long hair behind her shoulders and leaned over the counter, winking as the well-manicured man behind the counter flushed. “I’m looking for something extra special tonight. Hubby and I are celebrating.”

Emmanuel 15The man cleared his throat then smiled thinly. “We have many incredible wines. Did you have something in mind?”

“Hmmm…” Brushing the tip of her finger across her lips, she exhaled in an exaggerated fashion her eyes darted to the gold nametag on the clerk’s lapel. “I’m thinking Merlot tonight, Scotty.”

“That’s Scott and all right. Let me show you the section where I think you’ll find exactly what you desire.” The man eased from behind the counter.

She held out her arm, twisting her index finger back and forth. “I always know and get what I want and right now, I desire that you find the wine I’m looking for, sweet Scotty.”

Cody folded his arms. He had to admit, the woman was good. At least six people were lingering, drinking in every detail. Five of the six were men. Two he ruled out immediately. The pudgy golfer types were definitely tourists. The woman was intriguing. Her necklace full of what appeared to be diamonds, she reeked of money. The other three men were all in their mid to late forties, impeccably dressed and extremely attentive. He memorized their faces. They weren’t the few on the suspect list.

Scott’s forehead glistened with perspiration. “What wine would you like? I’ll see if I can find. Please keep in mind that our wines are very expensive.”

Cody was forced to look away for fear of bursting into laughter. At least three people murmured under their breath.

“My dear, sweet Scotty. Money is no object. Isn’t that right, babycakes?” She flashed a look in Cody’s direction.

“As I said, anything your heart desires, my love.” So much for laying low. Cody shifted and walked to the other side of the store. From the vantage point, he caught a glimpse of Stoker Wilde entering the store. An interesting coincidence? Maybe.

“I’d like a bottle, no two bottles of Opus One. Since you’re such a fine establishment, I’m certain you carry the wine?” Shanna twisted, enabling the men already ogling to catch a better glimpse of her cleavage.

“We have a fine 2009 but it’s almost two hundred dollars a bottle,” Scott said in a clipped tone.

Shanna rolled her eyes. “Not the 2009. That’s like drinking grape juice. I’m talking the 2011.”

Whatever kind of wine she’d asked for garnered several reactions from the bystanders. Cody inched closer as did Stoker until they were only two feet apart.

“Your wife has excellent taste,” Stoker said, his tone husky and low.

“Her tastes match her proclivities, a bit wild,” Cody countered. Stoker owned several businesses in the Napa Valley including what many in law enforcement believed to be an exclusive BDSM club. Throwing out the bone was only one tactic.

“Hmmm… You’re a lucky man, although if you ask me, she’s a bit on the impetuous side. If she were mine, a round of discipline would be in order. Yes, she wouldn’t be able to sit down for days.” Stoker grinned and walked away, but his eyes never left Shanna.

One human trait he knew about Stoker was that he usually marked his territory. Stoker’s statement was of intent to conquer. This was Cody’s intuition and not just because he was a cop. As they left the store, walking hand in hand, he noticed Stoker watching their every move. He shivered and he wasn’t entirely certain why.

I so hope you enjoyed. Don’t forget – like my page and if I have 100 likes through July 3rd – I have a sexy give away. Speaking of which, Blushing Books is giving away an  iPad. The link is below!  Good luck!!

PURCHASE LINK

B & N   tinyurl.com/ycktvt24 

Amazon amzn.to/2s1di5J 

iPAD LINK

http://www.blushingbooksblog.com/ipad-mini-giveaway/

heroundercoverbanner

Imagine Needing Rescue…

We’ve been talking a lot about heroes as of late and again, I’m so thrilled and proud to be a part of Hero Undercover – a compilation with 24 other authors from Blushing Books. The huge collection is all about heroes. Well, heroes come in all shapes and sizes – including furry ones. My love of all things animal related has always been a part of my writing, but I wanted to highlight just how amazing in particular dogs can be. I have two beautiful Golden Retrievers and they are my world. They’d also super intelligent.

Rescue Me is a series revolved around animals and whether humans rescue them or Maveric_500x755the other way around, the love and honor given by fur babies is amazing. The first, and I have to admit, is all about a beloved Golden Retriever who is the only thing left in our heroine’s world. She’s gone through trauma, forced to leave everything and everyone she knows and try and forge a new life.

Unfortunately, monsters – the human kind – really do exist. They feed on our nightmares, our insecurities and they know how to destroy us. Or do they? The first coming from Blushing Books on June 27th. Please celebrate with me the extreme love and a book I’m so  very proud of.

MAVERICK – RESCUE ME

SYNOPSIS

If I can’t have you, no one will…

The words have haunted McKenzie Reynolds for months. Running away wasn’t the best answer, but she had zero choices. If she stayed, he’d have continued down his path of abuse disguised as domestic discipline. Once a man she thought she could trust, his evil deeds slip past the mask. A new home. A new life. Only her Golden Retriever, Maverick by her side. She is free, ready for every new challenge, including the chance at love.

Until he finds her…

Dr. Diego Mitchell, a struggling veterinarian, leaves his past and every bad memory behind, or at least he tries to. He has begun forging new relationships in a new community, while developing clientele. On a stormy night, he learns a valuable lesson as tragedy strikes. He’s forced to use his valuable skills to save a life, but what he doesn’t expect is a rush of emotions, including the need to protect. The mysterious woman might be his savior.

Two strangers bond together as a mystery develops, leaving the local ranchers terrified of the recent arsons. With several dead, including an unidentified man, McKenzie is not only the key but perhaps the intended victim. A game of cat and mouse ensues and McKenzie and Diego race to find answers before the monster strikes again.

Can McKenzie take a chance and truly trust Diego?  Can Diego push his demons away, so he can protect McKenzie? Will the rugged cowboy be able to rescue the woman he loves? Will the scared, haunted woman take back her power and rescue the man she loves, right back? Together, can they survive and heal?

The first in a collection of stories involving humans who rescue beloved animals. Or is it the other way around?

EXCERPT

Diego’s car careened to the side. He twisted and turned the wheel but skidded straight into a ditch. His body jerked forward, constrained by the seatbelt, yet the force knocked the wind out of him. When the car stopped, he sucked in his breath and shook his head. He blinked until he could focus and grabbed the rearview mirror. He’d hit something, but what? The darkened road was all he could see. He peered out of the windshield and controlled his breathing. Maybe a tree limb?

“God help me.” Fiddling with the belt, he struggled to release the clip. As he scrambled out of the car, he blinked in an attempt to make out anything. The wind howled but he heard a distinct whimpering sound. Swallowing hard, he lumbered forward. The rain continued to pour, making seeing anything all but impossible. Shaking, he stopped and listened.

“Eeee…”

He folded his arms across his chest and continued trudging in a straight line as the wind slashed rain across his face.  A lump formed in his throat. A knowing.

“No! My baby. No!”

cowboy with lassoHe heard anguish in a woman’s voice. The sound was close. Too close. Gulping, he held his hand over his eyes and continued walking. “Hello?”

The woman was crying hysterically, her wailing heard above the storm. “No! Please God no!”

“Miss, are you all right?” Dear God, let her be okay. Please God. Please.

“My baby. You hurt my baby,” she screeched. “What’s wrong with you? No. No. No.”

“What?” Diego could no longer feel his legs. He closed the distance and peered down. A dog lay in the middle of the road. The pup’s chest was heaving and the breathing irregular. This can’t be happening. “Oh God. I’m so sorry.” He looked up and down the road. If anyone came around the blind corner, they’d be crushed.

“You have to help me! He’s all I have. Why? Why?” She was shaking, her voice rattled.

“Hold on. Let me see. I might be able to help.” As he knelt down he touched her shoulder. She flinched and kept her hand on the dog’s head.

“Why? Why didn’t you stop?”

“I didn’t see you. The storm and…” He couldn’t finish his sentence. What if he hadn’t been distracted? What if he’d kept his eyes on the road?

Crack!

As the thunder rolled, a flash of lightning gave him a momentary view of the injured animal. There was a massive gash on the dog’s neck as well as one of the back legs was twisted in an unnatural position. He realized that the animal could be in critical condition. Talk to her. Keep her calm. “What’s his name?” He eased his hand down the length of the dog’s torso. The heart rate was fast, but strong.

“Maverick. His name is Maverick and he’s all I have. All I have.” She crouched down, placing her face against the dog’s. She moaned as she rubbed his back. “He’s everything.”

The name stunned him momentarily. “Maverick?” An unwelcome memory surfaced and he was momentarily lost, the past strangling his breathing.

“You have to help him.”

“I’m trying. I don’t know what you want me to do.”

“He’s dying. You can’t let him die,” she wailed as she clutched his jacket, tears streaming down her face.

“I…I can’t. I don’t know how.”

“Mister, are you hearing me? You have to help him.” The woman turned her head in his direction. “You just have to make everything okay. Do you understand me? Do you!”

“I…” Diego jerked back to reality, shaking from the intense vision. Another flash of light and he managed to see her horrified eyes as well as her swollen lip. They’d both been running from something. You can do this. You’re trained. You know what to do. “Okay. I’m a vet. Let’s try and get him to my car. We’re not safe here on the road. Are you able to walk?” Placing his hand on Maverick’s heart he knew the situation was dire. There was no doubt the dog had to have internal bleeding. He had no choice but to move him.

“Yeah,” she mumbled and wiped rain from her face.

Maverick lifted his head, a single whimper escaping his lips. He lifted his paw to Diego, his eyes imploring.

Diego calculated the dog’s chances of survival. He believed that things occurred in the world for a reason. Tonight, his entire being was being challenged, let alone his very soul. “Come on buddy. It’s going to be okay.” He gingerly lifted the dog into his arms and rose to his feet, nuzzling the injured pup close to his chest. He prayed the car would start and he could get out of the ditch.

“Careful. Don’t hurt him. Please.” She huddled behind Diego as they struggled to get back to his car.

He opened the back door and eased Maverick inside. From the amber glow of the interior light, he managed to study her features. Whatever had occurred, the woman had suffered almost as much. “Go to the side of the road until I can get the car out of the ditch.”

“I’m not leaving him.” She gripped his jacket, her fingers digging into his arm. “Never. Do you hear me?”

Feigning a smile, he patted her hand. “And I’m not going anywhere. Okay? Trust me.”

In a few seconds she released her hold and took a step back, looking over her shoulder. She bit her lip. “Looks like you’re stuck. Why did this happen. Why?”

“Don’t count my old steed out just yet, missy. I’ve been through much worse.” Diego crossed his fingers as he climbed into the driver’s seat, leaving the door open. He’d seen her terrified expression. Someone was after her. “Here we go.” The engine clicked twice before turning over. The roar of the V-8 was at least a good sign. He pushed the gear into drive and pressed his foot on the gas pedal. The tires did nothing but whirl, spinning in the mud. “Damn it.”

“Too much gas and power. Put the gear into first and tap the pedal.”

I so hope you enjoyed.

Have a sizzling day

Piper

The Strategy of Love – Hero Undercover – Guest Alyssa Bailey

Happy Wednesday to everyone! I have another fabulous guest from the Hero Undercover compilation coming on June 27th – at least officially. Remember, you can pre-order now and all for only $.99. I love the fact every story in this HUGE book has a totally different hero. While you can say all are rugged, handsome and sexy, what you’re going to find is that they come from all walks of life. From military men to undercover cops, men involved in the mafia, Dom’s, cowboys and everything in between, they have a dangerous style, a need to save their heroine – or command her.

We all have an idea of what makes a hero. For most, we think of someone who is selfless, saves lives, puts others first. That may be true, but we also love a taste of danger, a heightened sense of thrill with our books. No matter what you love to read, correct hero undercover coveryou’re going to find it in the pages of one sizzling book. Now onto getting to know Alyssa.

THE STRATEGY OF LOVE

The memory of him held Kayla more captive than the kidnappers he’d rescued her from.

SYNOPSIS

Kayla Rhea loved her humanitarian work in Africa even after her kidnapping and subsequent rescue by Ranger Hunter Barrett, the face of a man she hasn’t yet been able to tuck away with the memories of that experience.

Hunter Barrett, now living a civilian life, can’t forget the woman he rescued during his last military mission. Even though he worked for her father on occasion, he has kept out of her way. But life must go on, so it’s time to claim her as his or purge her from his life forever.

EXCERPT

Kayla loved the play. The little taps were stingy but not uncomfortable.  She loved the way it made her pink bits twitch and her breasts tingle. She watched him roll her over and felt him lay three substantial swats to her right cheek, and her juices flowed.

“Mmm, do it again.” She looked over at him.

Hunter raised his right eyebrow and hummed. “My baby likes a little slap and tickle, huh?”

“Please,” she begged.

He rolled her to slap the other cheek. “Now open so I can see how wet you are for me.”

This time she spread them wide. The heat from those few smacks made her warm all over. She’d always known she was intrigued by spanking, but no one had ever spanked her before. She’d been a good kid, but she could learn how to be naughty in the bedroom if she could get these types of results. Kayla lifted her pelvis to help him find her treasures and yelped at the slap on her pussy. She grunted her surprise.

“I’m the boss in here, Kayla. I’ll decide what you need. And I think what you need now is me.”

Kayla watched as Hunter took one hardened nipple into his mouth and sucked with ever increasing strength as he made her writhe with flames of passion. He loved the other breast equally before kissing down her belly. Kayla felt him nip at her labia before peeling back her lower lips to expose the slippery center. She felt herself panic.

Her very experienced girlfriend in college once told her, “Men don’t really like to taste women, Kayla, didn’t anyone ever tell you before?”

“Don’t… I mean, I don’t expect you to.”

He stopped, poised above her most intimate area. “Good to know, but are you saying you don’t like it, or you don’t think I’ll like it?”

“I don’t know if I’ll like it because…” she shrugged her shoulders slightly, “… well, I know guys don’t like it.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t know who told you that, but it’s a lie. Men love it. This man loves it.”

“Oh.” He resumed his task. “Mmm, that feels so nice.”

LET’S GET TO KNOW ALYSSA…

International best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the mountains; the mountains meet the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.

Her first memory of books was when her mother read to her as a small child. She began writing as soon as she could put letters together to form words. She was writing fanfiction before fanfiction was a ‘thing.” Life has a way of taking the wheel sometimes and after twenty-years of back road adventures, Alyssa returned to writing and has never looked back.

Alyssa is a firm believer in all things spanking. She loves writing about domestic discipline and consensual power exchanges between strong, intelligent women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe, in spite of herself.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/alyssabailey.romance

Twitter: @blushingalyssa

Blog/web page:  http://alyssabailey.com/

Email: alyssabaileyromance@gmail.com

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/Alyssa_Bailey

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/alyssa-bailey

Instagram:  @alyssabaileyromance

Amazon:   https://goo.gl/r9XjXd

Blushing Books: http://goo.gl/nGfLPA

Tumbler: http://alyssawritesromance.tumblr.com/

Thank you so much for being here! I think the readers are going to LOVE your story.

PURCHASE LINKS

http://tinyurl.com/y9gjs7tj   iBooks

amzn.to/2s1di5J  Amazon

tinyurl.com/ycktvt24   B & N

heroundercoverbanner

Monster – Hero Undercover – Guest Jennifer Bene

Only a week away from the official release of one of the hottest compilations around. Being a part of Hero Undercover, novellas highlighting sexy heroes who have dangerous professions, is incredible. There are 25 stories from some of the most sensational authors around. We all love dark and dangerous men, those who thrill us while either protecting or attempting to destroy. Remember, Hero Undercover is available for pre-order at only $.99. While the official release is June 27th, the price is for a limited time only. Grab a copy or two!

Today, my guest is a wonderful lady, a great author and a new friend. Please take a taste of her inclusion…

MONSTER

SYNOPSIS

I’m a monster.

There are no pretty words to wrap up the things I’ve done, the things I’ve been witness to, all in the name of the law. But wrong or right gets mixed up the longer you’re undercover, and what used to be a mask feels more like who I really am with each passing day.

Cold, ruthless, vicious. I’m Paulo García’s monster, and I’d swallowed that bitter pill whole, learnedMonster_promo1_med to deal with it… until she stormed into the house like some avenging angel.

And that’s what she is, an angel.

Nicole wants to save her brother. She showed up with an envelope full of cash and a smart mouth and found herself in a den of monsters. I wish I could say I was the best of them, I wish I could say I wanted to protect her — but she’s so damn sweet, and my life’s been bitter for too long.

And all I want is a taste before this world destroys her.

EXCERPT

The boys opened the front door, and Paulo strolled into the sitting room, making his way to the wet bar. One of the most violent drug lords ever to come out of South America, and he looked like he was on vacation with his casual clothes, his falsely friendly demeanor. My grip on the tequila bottle tensed as I stared at the man, but I made sure my expression was blank. It didn’t matter how much I hated him, I was his until the job was done.

“Not curious about the girl, Andre?” Paulo asked, tilting up his fresh drink to take a sip.

“Why should I be curious when I can get the play by play just from listening?”

“Well, José seems to think she’s a security risk.”

“If you need her handled, I’ll do it, jefe. Otherwise, I see plenty of ass walking around Miami.” I stayed still. Discussing shit like this was practically second nature now.

Paulo chuckled, leaning back with his elbows on the bar. “That’s what I like about you, Andre. Cold as ice.” He waved his drink at the men crowding the front door where a buzz of conversation had picked up. “The others are so hot tempered, they don’t think. You think.”

“Emotion clouds judgment.”

“You’re right. My father used to say… mata a tu corazón, o te matará. Do you know correct hero undercover coverthis phrase?”

I hadn’t heard it before, but I knew what it meant, and it fit Paulo perfectly. “Kill your heart, or it will kill you.”

A shark’s grin spread across Paulo’s features. “Exactly. Emotion makes you weak, and weakness is death.”

“Your father was a smart man,” I answered, voice on automatic, but the words were almost overridden by the feminine shout that came from the front door.

“Are you in there Paulo García? HUH?”

The man’s eyebrows lifted the tiniest fraction, his chilling smile not shifting. “Let her in, José.”

“Keep your fucking hands off me.” The blonde that stumbled into the room from the foyer was clad in shorts and a form fitting blue shirt that had some phrase across it in pale, swirling text. Male laughter followed her, and I forced myself to be still, not even breathing so I wouldn’t move.

She was definitely American, and fucking beautiful, and as I turned my eyes back to Paulo I knew the man smelled blood in the water. A wicked hunger waking up in those coal black eyes — the same hunger that I hated myself for feeling. “Hola, señorita. What can I do for you?”

“Do for me?” Her voice was practically boiling with rage, tanned cheeks flushing with it as she held out a thick envelope. “How about leaving my little brother the fuck alone? I’ve got your money, and I want you to take it and then never fucking speak to him again — any of you! That is what you can do for me, asshole.”

Marco and Diego started laughing behind her, amused by her little outburst as they looked over her curves, her strong legs, all the way down to the multi-colored running shoes on her feet. Even Paulo seemed vaguely amused as he spread his arms wide. “I have no idea who your brother is, belleza, but if he owes me money that was his choice.”

“Fuck you! I know you hurt Chris, threatened him, but this is it. Take your money, and get out of his life!” She shook the envelope again, shouting, and my cock twitched at the same moment my stomach dropped.

Brave and stupid. Paulo was going to eat her alive.

Thank you so much for being on my blog today. The excerpt is RED HOT!

JENNIFER’S LINKS

Website – https://jenniferbene.com/

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/jbeneauthor

Author Facebook Page – https://www.facebook.com/jenniferbeneauthor/

Twitter – https://twitter.com/jbeneauthor

Instagram – https://www.instagram.com/jbeneauthor/

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/jbeneauthor

BookBub – http://www.bookbub.com/authors/jennifer-bene

GIVE AWAY

Don’t forget I’m giving away an Apple gift card when I reach 100 followers. Please like and share!

PURCHASE LINKS

Hero Undercover – Guest BJ Wane

As I’ve mentioned, I’m so lucky to be involved with such an amazing compilation of 25 sizzling stories by 25 of the most amazing authors in the industry. A huge thank you to Blushing Books for all of their support, love, dedication and marketing help they’re giving during this incredible experience. We couldn’t have done this without you!

BJ Wane has written for Blushing books for some time. She’s become a new friend and not only is she a fantastic author, but she’s a wonderful person. I’m excited to bring you a taste of her novella in Hero Undercover… Coming on June 27th.

SAVING SARAH

Keeping her safe proved as challenging as luring her into his bed. 

SYNOPSIS

Sarah Thompson set out on a mission to land a husband, anyone who was the complete opposite of her nemesis, Police Chief, Travis Nolan.  But the man didn’t know how to take no for an answer, and thwarted her pursuit every time she turned around.  When he offered her a shocking alternative to issuing her a third, consecutive speeding ticket, the explosion of pleasure she experienced under his painful swats and rough possession left her flummoxed.  Vowing not to let her unruly body veer her off course, she continued her pursuit of a ‘nice’ man, unknowingly becoming a target of a serial rapist.

Travis found his frustration with his temporary foray back into undercover work to correct hero undercover coversearch for a serial GHB rapist and murderer compounded by Sarah’s insistence on a ridiculous man hunt, her search for Mr. Wrong when he, Mr. Right was right in front of her.  Once he felt her come apart under his hand and body, he knew he would do whatever was necessary to keep her safe and in his bed.

When Sarah gets caught in the wrong place at the wrong time and had to rely on Travis to save her, she realized the man for her had been on her doorstep for months.  Now, if only he would arrive in time to save her so she could tell him so.

EXCERPT

An hour later, dawn had yet to peak over the horizon when a sharp rap on the glass pane of the bakery’s front door startled Sarah out of going over the mental list of things she wanted to change about herself while she kneaded a large ball of bread dough.  Blowing upward to get the loosened strands of hair out of her face, she sighed in frustration.  That could only be Chief Nolan stopping by for his daily bag of donuts.  The man seemed to think because he was the police chief, he could command she open an hour early every morning just to accommodate his schedule.  And so far, he had been right because she didn’t have the nerve to tell him no.

“Coming,” she called out, snatching a towel to wipe her hands the best she could as she strode from the kitchen to the front of the bakery. She wished she hadn’t sent Todd to the twenty-four-hour market for a few supplies.  Unlocking the door, she flung it open and glared up, way up, at her nemesis.  Her pulse spiked under the slow stroke of his pewter eyes that was as potent as a caress, a reaction she should be used to by now, but wasn’t.  With her new resolve in place, Sarah refused to be waylaid by the man, law or not.  “Chief, what can I get you this morning?”  Stepping aside, she let him in.

“Good morning to you too, Sarah.”  Reaching into his breast pocket, he pulled out two tickets as she edged behind the counter.  Setting them down, he tilted his Stetson back with a thumb, giving her a better view of a rugged face bronzed by sun and wind and capped with coal black hair.  “You haven’t paid these.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy, I forgot.”  Picking up the speeding tickets, she winced at hot man with chainsthe fines.  “I can come in this afternoon and take care of them.”

Leaning on the counter, he replied in that slow drawl that never failed to curl her toes.  “Someone should’ve taken you over their knee a long time ago.”

“Chief!  You can’t talk to me that way!  What if someone heard you?” she hissed in alarm.  That look and hint of a threat set her heart to hammering with uncertainty, which didn’t concern her near as much as the sudden warm gush between her legs.  She didn’t even like the man, for pity sake.

“No one’s around.”  Straightening, he pointed to the chocolate long johns.  “Give me three of those, and a large coffee to go.”

Thank you so much for being on my blog today! You can find BJ on Facebook and her blog.

Remember that I have a contest. When I reach 100 followers, I’ll have a drawing for a $25 Apple card so please share, like and hopefully love! More goodies to come.

PRE-ORDER PURCHASE LINKS

iBooks   http://tinyurl.com/y9gjs7tj

B & N   tinyurl.com/ycktvt24 

heroundercoverbanner