My Special Guest – Dakota Black

I have another guest on my blog. Well, for many of you – you know that this is another one of my pseudos. I write in several genres including romantic suspense, thrillers – in which I love killing people in creative methods, spanking and forms of Domination and submission. Sometimes readers only identify with one type of book. A product of the times. Hence the second name. Texas Oil is a product of my adoration for very strong and gritty careers, hence men and women who don’t mind getting dirt under their fingernails.

Texas Oil is about an oil production company and the men involved, from the CEO (who has a dark past) to the roughnecks in the field. They are all full of passion, drive and each man carries a terrible secret. Their stories are sometimes brutal, always dominating and Shadow of Doubt_500x755you bet sexy. At least I think so. Book one begins the story. Three men run Rush Enterprises but there are others involved in their lives that provide the juice, the verve keeping them on their toes. Releasing tomorrow from Blushing Books.

TEXAS OIL – A SHADOW OF DOUBT

EXCERPT

“I beg your pardon? Who are you again?” Dani narrowed her eyes and studied the man standing in front of her desk. The unknown employee had barged into her office, saying in no uncertain terms she was leaving on a plane in thirty minutes. This had to be a joke.

“Camden Dane, the Vice President of this rather oversized boy’s club.” His eyes flashing, he held out his hand. “I see you got the dog office. We’ll have to do something about that.”

She kept her stance as she shook his hand. The man was unassuming, sexy in a soft sell kind of way. Dancing lavender eyes, tall with long legs, and a firm handshake suited the obvious cowboy. Vice President. She would have assumed a more studious appearance then faded blue jeans and a white, collarless shirt. “Interesting analogy and the office is just dandy.”

“I’m never wrong,” Camden stated as he looked around her office. “Sparse. We need to do something about that. At least we can certainly find some art around here somewhere.”

“Thanks, but I can take care of my own art. I have very peculiar styles.” She folded her arms. “I’m sorry. I didn’t quite catch what you were saying to me earlier.”

“I apologize. I shouldn’t have been so abrupt but time is of the essence, Ms. Montgomery.” Camden closed the door.

“Call me Dani, please. Time. Okay. What do you need me to do?”

He moved closer to her desk. “Your expertise is sorely needed for a situation that has arisen in some newly purchased oil fields just outside of El Paso. We need you to visit the site, check through the tests and determine if there is any truth and if so, what can be done to repair the problem.”

Everything was vague, his words clipped. “Mr. Dane, I may have studied oil and its various components, but I’m not certain I’m the best person for this job given I’ve never seen an oil field.”

“You won’t be alone, I assure you.”

“You must have an entire department of engineers that are much more familiar with this type of problem.” Dani could tell he was holding back information.

Camden kept his smile as he inched even closer. “May I be frank with you?”

“Please do.”

“These particular fields were purchased recently, leveraged with our investors based on the multitude of tests taken prior to the purchase. They are supposed to be some of the top producing fields in the state. That would place Rush Enterprises on top, crushing our competition. If—”

“If you were sold a false bill of goods, the entire company could lose millions, let alone be fresh bait for your competition?” Dani asked, interrupting.

Camden’s eyes glimmered. “Hiring you was an excellent decision. I can tell you understand the dire situation. I’ve called a driver to take you to the private airstrip, which isn’t far from here. From there you’ll catch a plane and you can purchase whatever you need on the company card while you’re there.”

“Wait,” Dani said as she walked around the desk. “How long am I going to be there?”

“Just overnight but there’s no time to pack anything so we’re happy to accommodate.”

If she had to admit the truth, she was excited about the possibilities. First day on the job and she’s called on to see if she can help with an issue? “What exactly is wrong with the oil?”

cowboy with lasso“You’ll be given the remaining details once you’re on the plane.”

“In other words, this is top secret.”

Camden nodded. “Yep. You’re good. The car will be here in five minutes.” He turned and headed for her door.

“Hold on. Who am I going with?”

As he opened her door, he gave her a sideways glance. “Just another engineer, but he’s well versed in the work. You’ll learn a lot.”

“Okay. Thanks.” Dani jumped when the door was closed and she wasn’t entirely certain why. She wrung her hands and walked toward the floor to ceiling window. This could actually make or break her career. El Paso? That was hours away. So, the company owned their own plane. She bit her lower lip to keep from squealing with glee. This was amazing.

She grabbed her purse and was standing in wait until Mrs. Fletcher whisked into her office to let her know the car had arrived. Dani practically floated on her way to the elevator, whistling as she walked outside.

“Ms. Montgomery? My name is Mark. I’m here to take you to the airport. Just make yourself comfortable. We’ll be there in less than ten minutes.”

The young man was well dressed, pleasant and was cute to boot. What could be better? She settled in the small limo, stifling a giggle when she was alone. Wouldn’t this be a fantastic story over a round of margaritas?

Given she had no idea where she was going, she enjoyed the ride, taking in the scenery. The ride was smooth and took just a few minutes. When she stepped outside, she wasn’t certain what she’d expected to see. The airport was small by New York or DC standards, but the bustling scene was far removed from private. She was escorted to a small building.

“There you go,” Mark said as he gave her a respectful nod. “Enjoy the trip.”

“Thank you, Mark.” She watched him drive away before going inside. The space was modern and bright, windows encompassing three quarters of the area. There was a ticket counter as well as a cozy seating area. Clutching her purse, she walked toward the counter.

The woman behind the desk immediately smiled. “You must be Danielle Montgomery.”

“Yes.” This was impressive.

“We’ve been expecting you. The plane is just finishing fueling so you should leave close to expected time.”

“Which is?” Dani glanced out the window at the plane. “Shit.” What had she anticipated? A beat up DC9? The sleek jet was black with red lettering, the writing indicating the owner. Rush Enterprises. She suddenly felt very insignificant.

“Twelve minutes. You can wait right over there. The pilot will let me know when you can board.”

Dani nodded, thanked the girl and did everything she could not to hurl. Retching on the marble floor would be bad manners indeed. She held her breath as she walked to the window, palming the glass. This had to be a fairytale or at minimum a fantasy gone wild. They’d hired the wrong person. She wasn’t this good of an engineer. Not by a long shot.

Shivering, she issued a single moan. How was she going to be able to pull this off?

“Afraid of flying?”

His voice, husky and sensual, permeated her mind, cutting through her conundrum of fears. With a shift of her eyes she could see the reflection of his face, still shadowed by the glistening sun. However, she knew who was standing behind her, a man she desired more than anyone she had before. “I’m not afraid of anything.”

Mitchell flanked her side, keeping his eyes pinned on the runway. “That’s good to hear, very good in fact.”

“And why is that?” As a few seconds ticked into minutes, she resisted wiping a bead of perspiration from her forehead. No way in hell was her boss, and the man she’d fondled on the dance floor, going to see her sweat.

Leaning against the window, he turned toward her, the look on his face commanding. “Because one day, you’re going to be mine.”

SYNOPSIS

I wear my scars like a badge of honor, intense cravings eating at my soul

Few men can tolerate my power… My influence

Exacting revenge

The only way to survive

Only one woman understands my dark desires…

And I will have her…

Meet the men of the lucrative world of Texas oil. From billionaires to roughnecks, they are destined to capture your soul. They also have secrets…

I hope you enjoyed…

Purr baby…

Piper

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Three Rivers Run Deep – A Tasty Treat

I am crazy about firefighters, smokejumpers and all men of action and danger. I think we all appreciate a powerful man. Don’t we? Three Rivers Run Deep – Fire Devil Book One is an action packed drama full of suspense and passion. The elite group of men fireman under waterbelong to a very special club – Burnout – where they believe in old fashioned relationships. Romance with a kick – domestic discipline. I’m going to give you a few pictures of some of my favorites.

Let’s take a look at the synopsis.

THREE RIVERS RUN DEEP

Danger. It’s all I’ve ever known. All I’ve ever wanted.

Fighting fires soothes the raging beast that war created.

Allowing me to live

The rest? Maybe she can understand my hunger. For her. Dominating her. Owning her.

Maybe…

Danger. Domination. Destruction.

The Jackals

An elite team of smokejumpers nestled in the heart of Missoula, Montana.

fireman with tatsBy day they indulge in their penchant for danger.

By night they exude passion.

Are you ready for their brand of domination?

Prevent. Protect. Preserve. This is their motto.

Danger is what they love. Can you imagine fighting fires in the tough mountain terrain? They also thrive on their past experiences, living life to its fullest. They are men of action, preferring every aspect of their every day to be laced with something sinful. I have to ask, what kind of vehicle do you think they would drive? Hmmm… Decisions.

COMING ON DECEMBER 1st – the saga continues

WHEN THE MOUNTAINS WEEP

9/11. Too many memories. A burning pain. Scarred body and soul. Damaged beyond comprehension.

Fighting fires to save lives, unable to combat the devil inside, but I need more.

More… I need her. She’s my salvation and I will have her. No compromises.MountainsWeep_500x755

Danger. Domination. Destruction.

I’ll have some exciting excerpts coming in the next few days…

Kisses

Piper

 

My Special Guest – Dakota Black

I have a special guest today and she writes everything from campy erotic books to serious suspense – Dakota Black. Her new series – Texas Oil – promises to bring you tempting stories of alpha men – billionaires to roughnecks in the powerful world of Oil. Now, if you don’t know what a roughneck is, they are the men (and yes some women) who work in the field, producing oil. Many work offshore and you’ve seen the rigs or perhaps you watched the movie Armageddon many years ago. The work is brutal, dirty and the worker must be in the best shape. The first book coming November 14th from Blushing Books, I think you might find the first hero, the CEO of the company, quite tasty.

TEXAS OIL – A SHADOW OF DOUBT

Excerpt

Mitchell rolled over in bed and groaned as he buried his face into his pillow. He’d tossed and turned all night, berating himself for his ridiculous behavior. He’d accosted a woman he didn’t know, who’d just moved into town, on the dance floor of Shadow of Doubt_500x755a popular bar. What in God’s name was he thinking? Granted, he’d had a couple of beers and a shot of tequila, but he’d never lost control before, not to this degree anyway.

He closed his eyes, envisioning the dazzling raven haired beauty, his cock swelling. His actions had been unusual to say the least. He kept to himself, in his professional life as well as with pleasure, preferring no one know his business. Dani had managed in five seconds after meeting him to peel away the mask he’d been wearing for years. How and why? Perhaps he’d never know. At least he doubted he’d ever see the woman again, especially after she slapped him silly.

Easing onto his back, he grinned as he rubbed his cheek. Her aim had been perfect and with enough strength, he had to wonder whether he was going to develop a bruise. If so, he’d wear the discolored skin like a badge of honor. Hell, dishonor. He raised an eyebrow as he looked down at the tented sheet. Yeah, the woman had an effect on him, enough so his balls were almost blue.

Sliding his hand under the sheet, he fondled his testicles, squeezing the swollen sac until pain jetted up the back of his legs. If only she was lying next to him, her head on his chest, her hand wrapped around his dick. A perfect way to wake up. Exhaling, he stroked his shaft and closed his eyes, longing to have some relief.

She was beautiful in an unassuming way, her eyes full of sadness as well as a desire to learn. She hungered for her own release and he had no doubt she’d allow him to spank her. He groaned and twisted his balls. Spank? No, Dani didn’t understand her needs just yet. Now, he’d never get another chance to open Pandora’s Box. He remained surprised he’d been as attracted to her, his sixth sense kicking in. He certainly hadn’t gone looking for a woman in a hell of a long time.

Mitchell shifted and lifted his legs, opening them wide as he continued to stroke, his hand creating painful friction. All he had to do was think of her.

“Spank me. I’ve been a bad girl.” Dani shifted from foot to foot, her eyes full of apprehension.

“Yes, you have. Come lie over my knees. Take your punishment like the good girl I know you can be,” he commanded as he patted his lap.

“Yes, sir.” Obeying like the dutiful submissive, she walked toward him, easing her naked body across his lap.

After caressing her back, he began.

Crack! Pop!

Shuddering given the wayward vision, Mitchell pumped harder and faster until masturbating created a slice of raw agony. He envisioned her porcelain skin and full lips, her hour glass figure and long legs. Grunting, he jerked up from the bed as cum spewed out over his hand. “Fuck!” He panted as sweat beaded across his upper lip. The vision remaining clear, he imagined her reddened ass after a hard whipping. Nothing could be so delicious.

As he lay spent, he tried to figure out a way to contact her. Unfortunately, he knew nothing about her. Zippo. He’d simply mauled her on the dance floor without asking any questions. He was a moron. A lunatic. No, he was much worse.

A knock on his door dragged him out of his pensive state. He glanced over at the clock. Hell, it was after eleven. He eased out of bed, throwing on a pair of shorts, and headed for the door. Only two people dared stop by his house and those two knew better, especially on a weekend. The moment he threw open the door, he shook his head.

“What?” The man held a mischievous look on his face. “You look like you partied all night long.”

“Good morning to you, Zach, and not exactly.” Mitchell left the door open as he padded into the kitchen. Copious amounts of coffee were in order. Zach Goodman was one of his oldest and closest friends. He was trustworthy and had been his corporate attorney since the creation of the floundering oil business, long before the merge creating Rush Enterprises. They’d grown up together, sharing everything, and along with the VP of his company, the three completely different men were like the 2017 musketeers. He jerked the coffee pot out of the holder, pouring the remnants of yesterday’s coffee down the sink.

“A cup of coffee would be perfect. I thought you went home with that little filly from the bar last night,” Zach stated as he placed his briefcase on the kitchen table.

“You mean right after she slapped the shit out of me?”

“Ouch! Guess you’ve lost your touch, buddy. Did you tell Camden yet?” Zach asked, his eyes twinkling.

Mitchell gave him a look before filling the canister with heaping scoops of ground coffee. He needed a dark and stout brew to keep him on his toes. “No, I haven’t said a word to Camden. He doesn’t need to know all my dirty little secrets.”

“He and I are having a drink later. The subject might just come up.”

“You do and you die, buddy of mine. Why are you here on a Sunday with your briefcase?”

“My work never ends. I have a slave driver for a boss. Contracts to sign.” Zach flipped open the top, pulling out a thick file folder. He held it in his hands and exhaled, eyeing Mitchell.

He raised an eyebrow and while he didn’t need to ask what his buddy was thinking, he did anyway. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you certain you want to do this?”

“I’ve told you a half dozen times. This is important to me. I don’t expect you to understand, not completely. Hell, I’m not certain I do myself, but this is absolutely something I want and will do. Do I make myself clear enough?”

Shrugging, Zach nodded. “I get it. I’ll do what the boss says without questioning.”

Mitchell hesitated before answering. “I’m not your boss, merely a client.”

“My only real client.” Zach winked.

“Oh yeah. Then you should do as I say,” he teased.

Zach moved closer, the folder still in his hand. “I’m serious, Mitchell. This purchase could be a noose around your neck if anything goes wrong with oil production.”

Mitchell shot him a look. This was indeed something he had to do, a true representation of the man buried deep inside. “Nothing is going to go wrong. The new fields are producing as anticipated. At this rate, we’ll double the company wide production in four months. That’s a significant growth. In other words, stop worrying.”

“My red flags are raised. I’m not certain why, but they are.”

“Indian karma?” Zach was what the reservation called a half-breed. Only his twinkling blue eyes gave away that his mother was a blue-eyed blond.

“Don’t fuck with the spirits.” Zach’s tone was dark and dangerous. Then he laughed. “Half joking. I do have a bad feeling so think carefully. You’re making impulsive decisions latterly, including purchasing that property in El Paso.”

SYNOPSIS

I wear my scars like a badge of honor, intense cravings eating intensely at my soul

Few men can tolerate my power… My influence

Exacting revenge is the only way to survive

Only one woman understands my dark desires…

And I will have her…

Meet the men of the lucrative world of Texas Oil. From billionaires to roughnecks, they are destined to capture your soul with their dominating brand of passion. They also have secrets…

Delicious and thank you for being here!

Don’t forget – two special treats. First, Fire Devil – Three Rivers Run Deep is on pre-order for a very special price – $2.99. This begins the saga of smokejumpers/firefighters in Missoula Montana. Also, the FREE prequel – Standing at  the River’s Edge is coming out on Monday. You get a taste of three of the men in the series!

Also – I have the first in the Rescue Me series – Maverick for FREE this weekend only. Get a taste of a suspense filled romance series.

Kisses and have a great weekend

Piper

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Fire Devil – Three Rivers Run Deep

SQUEE! The pre-order for the very first book comes out later today (or tomorrow depending on Amazon) and I’m so excited! This is the first in 7 books with 2 free prequels regarding an amazing group of smokejumpers. They delve into danger in order to save lives, fighting the worst fires imaginable. Sadly, think of California and the devastating fires. Several groups of smokejumpers from several states are there, working long and exhausting hours, days, weeks in order to put out the horrific flames. They are our true heroes. 

There are also other unsung heroes – the women they love, the families and friends THree Rivers 500x755who rally around them every day. I’m proud to bring you a group of stories based in Missoula, Montana. Here is a taste of our first heroine. I hope you’ll consider pre-ordering at a very special price of $2.99 for the pre-order sale only. Thank you readers for loving my saga.

THREE RIVERS RUN DEEP

Fire Devil: Windfall of fire

Zulies: Missoula smokejumpers

Blowup: Catastrophic fire behavior, rapid spread, mass ignition of large areas 

I remember when I was a little girl. I believed in fantasies. Handsome knights on large steeds, protecting everyone around them. I used to believe in heroes. I no longer do.

You’re nothing and deserve to die alone…

“Everyone. Welcome to the stage, Jessica Dunn and Fringe!”

Jessica Dunn exhaled and clenched the neck of her guitar. Words. They were just ugly words. The vibrant lights from the stage ceiling danced across the band’s instruments, swirling in a random yet controlled fashion, neon flashes creating sensual images. She’d been through this before, now thousands of times. Once excited at the prospect of facing an audience, she was exhausted and no longer able to convey her once vivacious personality.

“Go on. You act like you’re heading for your funeral, girl.”

She gave the drummer, and the man she spent most of her time with, the finger. Cody Falcon grinned. Damn, if she didn’t shiver. His dimples and shaggy raven hair always made her swoon. “Do you see anyone that gives a shit out there?”

“What are you talking about?” Cody leaned down, licking her earlobe. “The crowd loves ya.”

“Right. You mean all two dozen or so scattered in the theatre?” She darted a glance out into the audience, shading her eyes from the intense lighting. She and the band once filled massive stadiums. Now they were lucky to get five or six hundred people to attend their performances. They were once considered ‘the’ up and coming rock band, their first single going platinum. The second was heralded as the album of the decade. Now? They were left to play gigs at fairs and two-bit concert halls.

“Stop bellowing like a damn kitten. Get to work.”

After debating her ability to run far away, she adjusted the strap holding the guitar in place and took a step toward the slender opening of the curtain. This wasn’t what she’d hungered for fifteen years before. Act like a professional. Entertain. She brushed her hand through her long red hair and tossed her head back. “You mean tigress don’t you, big boy?”

“That’s my sexy gal.”

Taking long strides, she walked out on stage, waving to the crowd. Temporarily blinded, she whistled and laughed as she found her way toward the microphone. The band members were settling in behind her, taking their usual place, something they’d done countless times during their tenure together. “Anybody ready to rock the house?”

Those attending clapped, their whistles giving her a boost.

“Come on. Let’s get this party rollin’!” Her sultry voice reverberated across the shadows.

She shot Wally, the base player a look, winking and giving a short bow. They were a frisky group and their audiences loved their style. ‘Loved’ as in past tense. Times were different. “We are so ready to have a good time tonight. Are y’all ready?” A sickening feeling remained in her gut. She’d fought her nerves for a solid year. Tonight, she was ready to pass out from terror. Hands on the guitar. Start strumming. Everything will be okay. She forced back a single tear as the music began to play in the background. She knew the words by heart. She’d written every damn song after all. But that was a long time ago.

Jessica blinked several times as she shifted from foot to foot. “We are…” The words were lost. She gulped for air and fingered the strings, playing a chord that made no sense.

The crowd cheered, clapping as several people moved toward the edge of the stage.

She froze, unable to take a step or remember the words. Her heart raced as she attempted to focus on anything in front of her. “We are the ones who will…” Goddamn it! Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Wally walking toward her, his smile plastic. He didn’t give a shit about the band or anything to do with their recording career. He wanted money and fame, something they’d tried so hard to achieve. She resisted lashing out, scratching his face.

“We are the ones who will rock you, rock you,” Wally sang as he pumped the bass and strutted closer. He gave her an encouraging nod, mouthing ‘you can do it’.

Shimmers of light pulsated around her, mixing with echoes of the music. This was their signature song, the one that rocked the house. She swayed back and forth as she tried to grasp onto what she was supposed to do. A thumping boom of the drums behind her jolted her back to reality. She stamped her foot and gave Wally a hateful look. He wasn’t supposed to be singing. Anger shoved her past an unseen threshold. “We are the ones who will rock you, rock you. We are the ones who fight.”

Wally nodded and grinned, singing alongside her.

All she could think about for the next three songs was kicking his motherfucking ass.

SYNOPSIS

Danger. It’s all I’ve ever known. All I’ve ever wanted.

Fighting fires soothes the raging beast that war created.

Allowing me to live

The rest? Maybe she can understand my hunger. For her. Dominating her. Owning her.

Maybe…

Danger. Domination. Destruction.

The Jackals

An elite team of smokejumpers nestled in the heart of Missoula, Montana.

By day they indulge in their penchant for danger.

By night they exude passion.

Are you ready for their brand of domination?

Prevent. Protect. Preserve. This is their motto.

I hope you’ve enjoyed!

Kisses…

Piper

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The Saga is Set to Begin – Fire Devil

As I’m sitting here this morning watching the horrific fires occurring in California, I can’t believe what I have to write later today is about a terrible fire. The men and women firefighters, smokejumpers and First Responders are true heroes in my book. The danger they place themselves in every day in order to save lives as well as property is amazing. Smokejumpers are an elite group of firefighters specifically trained to provide from the air assault on fires. They often parachute into a fire zone, providing various kinds of support as they fight the raging flames.

Fire Devil is a seven book saga revolving around the lives of seven smokejumpers and the entire team in Missoula Montana. I fell in love with Missoula many years ago after my husband renovated a Best Products store in the gorgeous city. He brought back pictures and unforgettable stories and Fire Devil was born in my mind. The stories are action adventure, danger and intrigue, but they are also love stories, romance built on relearning to trust in order to love. Every man has a story. Every THree Rivers 500x755woman fights for their love. And every character should break your heart.

On October 24th, a free prequel – book one of two installments – will be made available and free. Standing at the River’s Edge. The stories pick a moment in time for each smokejumper. The stories are suspenseful, sad, happy, dangerous and full of – you got it – love. Three Rivers Run Deep – Book One of Fire Devil – will be available on November 4th. I hope you join in sharing with me a first excerpt of what I hope will be a timeless story.

THREE RIVERS RUN DEEP

Wha. Wha. Wha!

“We’re at the jump site,” Cooper screeched over the increasing noise.

“You’re not going yet. We have to wait for our orders,” Stoker insisted as he fumbled with his gear. Wind whipped through the open bay of the plane, creating a howling boom. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins as well as something else. Fear.

“Take a look at that shit down there,” Cooper huffed and shuffled toward the edge. “We can’t wait.”

Stoker reached out. “No. We follow orders. Remember?”

“Fuck orders. They’re people down there needing our help.” Cooper gave him a haunted look then donned his helmet.

As Stoker trudged, determined to stop his friend from jumping, he heard Cooper’s last words just as he reached out, grabbing Cooper. ‘See you in paradise.’

“What the fuck?” Stoker Hansen jerked awake, swimming up from the horrific dream. Swirling visions clouded his foggy mind, ugly reminders of a mission of healing turned into carnage. Rubbing his eyes, he twisted his head back and forth as his eyes became accustomed to the darkness. The sound of the alarm continued, blaring into the close-knit quarters. He sucked in his breath and held his hands over his ears. You’re okay. This isn’t war. You’re home and safe. As his breathing slowed, he shivered. Yeah, at least he was safe.

“Get the hell up, dude. We have a hot one.”

“What? Cooper?” Stoker asked. His stomach remained unsettled, the usual nausea pooled in the pit of his stomach.

“Cooper? Jesus Christ, Stoker. Get up sleeping beauty. We have a call.”

He plopped his feet on the floor and shook the cobwebs away. He wasn’t in Afghanistan. He wasn’t crouched in a pool of blood. This was his best friend, Garcia. Okay. I’m okay. After a deep breath he sprang into action, shoving his feet into boots and grabbing his heat and fireproof jacket. “Give me the details.” Live your life. You deserve. The sentiment would never leave him. He’d never be free of the words whispered by a respected soldier.

“Three alarm fire at a residence. Gotta hurry before it spreads to the woods,” Garcia stated and raced away.

Men ran past him, heading for the engines. They all knew the drill, could perform it in their sleep. Stoker hopped onto the engine a split second before it rolled out of the garage. The moon was full, highlighting a gorgeous star filled early morning. Within seconds the sky turned orange. “Shit.”

“Third one in as many days.”

Stoker nodded and glanced at his buddy. Garcia Puevos was grinning, enjoying the moment. The guy was an adrenaline junkie. “You have to wonder if arson is involved.”

“Jesus, bud. You think everything is a conspiracy.” Garcia slapped him on the back.

“Not everything.” Stoker grabbed the metal bar and leaned out as the engine picked up speed. Missoula, Montana had seen one too many raging fires in less than six weeks. Most of the investigations indicated they’d been started by carelessness or accident. His gut told him otherwise. Even the smoke jumping team had been called in.

Within seconds they were on scene. Two engine companies had responded, which meant they faced a serious situation.

“Fuck me. Unbelievable,” Stoker whispered under his breath as he secured his helmet. Flames licked up over the roofline of the massive house. Embers floated into the huge oak trees flanking the perimeter. An angry glow of red and tangerine brightened the sky as the sound of crackling wood created a roar.

“We do this by the book.”

Stoker glanced at his Captain of three years. The man was respected in every circle, including the Governor’s office. Captain Banyon could even run for office himself. “Could be arson.”

Captain Banyon shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. We’re called in as backup so you protect the outskirts. From what I’ve heard, nothing is secure yet and the fire’s too hot.”

Garcia jumped off the engine before it rolled to a stop, jerking the hose from its perch. “Everyone out?” he called as the various firefighters rushed into action.

“Family is out. Pets still inside,” came a voice from the smoke.

“Crap. Let’s go,” Stoker screeched as he took off running, turning on the powerful light attached to his helmet. Ominous shadows crisscrossed the terrain, creating a sense of foreboding. He heard Garcia calling from the distance. There was little time to try and save anything, let alone the family pets, yet he was damn sure gonna try. He yanked down his mask and raced into the melee, scanning the perimeter as he searched for an opening.

“What the hell are you doing?” Captain Banyon hissed.

Garcia flanked his side and lifted his mask as a team of early responders motioned their way. “Where are they?”

“The family is over there.” One of the men pointed as he wrangled with the hose, shooting water up at the roofline.

“Not the family. The pets.” Stoker located the front door. There might be two minutes before the entire second floor collapsed into the first. He calculated whether there would be a backdraft. No, the fire was burning in a controlled albeit destructive pattern. The house would be a complete loss.

“Not gonna happen. They’re trapped too far in.”

He glared at the shadowed mask of a man he didn’t know and turned toward Garcia. “We have ninety seconds. Let’s go.”

“You got it,” Garcia answered as both men took off.

“Get back here!” the Captain barked.

They ignored the command as Stoker kicked down the wooden door. A billow of black smoke poured from the interior. He tugged out his flashlight, turning on the high-powered beam, and for a second tipped his head, listening for any telltale signs. A strangled yelp grabbed his attention.

A single terrified woof trickled from the blackness. A second and deeper bark followed.

“Over there!” Garcia yelled.

Stoker kicked over a chair as he moved forward.

Boom!

Garcia shoved Stoker to the ground as debris slammed down from above. “Need to get out of here.”

“Not without the dogs.”

“You’re nuts, man,” Garcia hissed as he shook off fallen wallboard.

Stoker didn’t care. This was a mission he refused to fail. Another booming sound brought a series of whimpers from the dogs. He dug through wallboard and fallen wood until his hand wrapped around a trembling bit of fur. He managed to grasp two dogs, cradling them to his chest before crawling backward and getting to his feet.

“Come on. It’s about to give!” Garcia warned.

Stoker swiveled to his right, crouched low and headed for what he thought was the front door. Within a split second he became disoriented. The dogs howled and he knew they were struggling to catch their breath. His chest heavy, he shook his head as he recounted his steps. He yanked off his mask, placing the heavy plastic over their faces and shoved his way through the debris. After gulping acrid smoke, he stumbled.

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Kisses…

Piper

My Special Guest – BJ Wane

I have another wonderful guest today and she’s back for a second time! So happy to share BJ’s latest new and very HOT HOT HOT series. She’s become a good friend and is a fellow Blushing Books author so please say a warm welcome to…

BJ WANE – BOUND AND SAVED

SYNOPSIS

A few weeks after witnessing her stepfather order a cold-blooded murder, Cassandra Bowlin hides aboard a luxury yacht to flee the men after her. Dashing into a closet, she trembles in fear of discovery until the owner enters the room with a woman intent on gaining his sexual favor. The scene she witnesses between the couple BJ Bound and Saved Cover Finalleaves her shaken with arousal, making her wonder what all she had been missing from her own sexual encounters.

Zachary Allen-Vancuren returns to his new, BDSM decked out yacht, eager to take her out on a maiden voyage before presenting her to his friends. After putting several miles between him and the mainland, he slips downstairs and finds he’s stuck with a stowaway with secrets she refuses to divulge and a determination to wring as much from his planned four-day excursion as possible. His refusal to engage in any sexual activities is met with her constant, teasing antics until she finally wears him down and he gives her the lesson she thinks she’s been wanting.
It took interference from a surprising source and two rescues by Zachary to free her of her stepfather’s threats and enable her to embrace a future with the one man she hadn’t been able to resist.

EXCERPT

That did it.  Zach slowed the yacht, throttled down until the large vessel decelerated enough he could cut the engine and still enjoy the slow glide on the water as they drifted.  He’d managed to stay seated while Sandie propped herself on the lounge in his direct line of vision, teasing him with shapely legs he pictured wrapped around his back as he pounded between them.  The quick strokes of her pencil made him as curious about her ability as an artist as he admitted to being about the rest of her body under that shirt.  It had taken extreme effort on his part not to give in to that curiosity and he’d been priding himself on his control before she stood and stretched.

Ignoring his command to remain unaffected, his cock hardened into a painful erection pressing against his zipper.  The final straw came when he watched her bend over the rail, just enough to tease him with a glimpse of the sweet, plump undercurve of her soft buttocks.  She’d been pushing him for a lesson, and as he strode across the deck, he decided it was high time he gave her one.

“What are you doing, Sandie?”

She turned, those green eyes conveying that indescribable ache he had no name for.  The one that pulled at him from the moment he’d startled her awake in his room.

“Taking in the awesome view from your…”  She paused, a light of mischief replacing the ache in her eyes and a small smile flirting with the corners of her mouth as she finished with, “boat.”

He narrowed his eyes, accepting the taunt as he strode forward.  “I warned you.”  Grasping her shoulders, he spun her around, placed her hands together back on the rail, and shackled them in place by wrapping his much larger hand over both hers.  Without pausing, he flipped up the shirt and swatted her silk covered ass, the thin, see-through panties providing no cushiony barrier this time.

Her soft cry resonated across the water along with the slap of the next smack.  “This is what comes when you don’t heed my warnings.”  Two more sharp smacks that bounced her round globes.  “This is just one of my favorite things to torment a woman with.”  Another two, these reddening her sit-spots.  “Sex with me is my way, whatever I demand, whenever I say, wherever I want it.”  He tormented her thighs next, two swift swats on each before caressing his way up to cup one, spank-warm, malleable buttock.

Bending down, he nipped the soft flesh between her shoulder and neck.  He felt her jump, heard her sudden, indrawn breath and could almost swear the slight breeze teased his nose with the pungent aroma of her arousal.  A lesson, he reminded himself with a swift, brutal pushback of his body’s demands.

“You’ve been parading around out here wearing nothing but a shirt and panties to get my attention, haven’t you?”

FIND BJ AT:

https://www.facebook.com/bj.wane

http://bjwane.blogspot.com/

https://www.amazon.com/BJ-Wane/e/B014361LC2

Thank you so much for being here! A fabulous new series!!

Kisses…

Piper

My Special Guest – Sahalie Blue

Happy weekend gorgeous peeps! How is everyone? I am delighted to bring yet another incredible author to my wicked kingdom. She’s an amazing writer and has a naughty sense of humor – and you know what that does to me! Let’s see a little bit about her and see a couple of sexy covers.

Welcome…Sahalie Blue…

Hi Piper – Thanks for asking me into your cyber living room. Let’s sit and chat. I’m Ruth Storm, and my author pen name is Sahalie Blue.

I’ll start by telling you something of myself. I’m Midwestern born and raised, but after working for many years as a researcher, data analyst and computer programmer, I packed it all in for the life of a retiree. And, I love it. I now live in theSahalle Blue for blog 1 beautiful Pacific Northwest with my hubby of many years. In addition to writing, I enjoy hiking, gardening and creating visual art.

While I’ve written professionally for my jobs, fiction writing is a new endeavor. It’s always been easy to express my personal thoughts and feelings in letters and emails to friends and family. Writing romantic fiction seemed to be a natural progression from this. And now that I’m retired, writing provides a great motivation for rolling out of bed in the morning.

I have two books out, with a third nearly done. Both books were co-written with Sterling Scott (AKA Mark S.R. Sterling) and published by Blushing Books. I’ve beta read several of Mark’s books, and that activity has progressed to our writing together. We live on opposite sides of the country and have never met, but we have each other’s backs so to speak and work quite well together. At least I think so, LOL.

I loved working on these books. I learned several things and had great fun in the process. I’m a morning person, but I write whenever my muse moves me, and that can be any time of the day or night.

My first collaboration with Mark resulted in a contemporary romance called A Sterling Maid for You. This book is a collection of five short stories about spanking maids. No, the maids don’t do the spanking  – they get spankings. I’ll tell you something funny – Mark has written himself as a character into some of his novels. Sterling Maids is a play, a joke really, on his pen name. In the first story of the collection, Man of the House, we created a house-cleaning company, Sterling Maids, for his fictional wife Tanya. The fictional Mark makes an appearance in the other short stories in clever ways. Each of the short stories features a different maid in various predicaments.

Our second work together is a sexy, spanky, science fiction romance called Love Under the Violet Crown. This is a sequel to his book Love on a Forbidden Planet, but can certainly be read as a standalone book. In science fiction, anything goes. And, in this book, it does. We have action, adventure, sex, threesomes, mythology, history, slave girls, warriors, sex, spanking machines with probes, scientists, and did I mention, sex?

I read just about anything, but particularly love mysteries, science fiction and westerns. I enjoy reading erotic romance and often envision myself in those scenes. Sahalle Book 2Writing them provides an extra kick, and, I’ve always had a bit of a dirty mind. Bless my husband, it doesn’t bother him that I am writing sexy, spanking stories with another man. He thinks it’s great, and even though we don’t live a D/s or DD lifestyle, it helps to spice up our marriage.

My current work-in-progress is nearly completed. This is a rodeo western set mostly in the 1920’s, and Sterling Scott is once again riding shotgun. Our fictional story follows the life of a humble Nebraska cowgirl who, with the help of her Dom cowboy-lover – and several spankings – overcomes the odds to become a Wild West Show trick rider and champion rodeo star. We’ve based our tale on true-life stories of some of the rodeo queens of that era.

Well, that’s something about me and what I’ve been doing. To end up our discussion, here are a few of my favorite things:

Season: fall

Holiday: Christmas

Color: purple

Dessert: chocolate

Beverage: unsweetened iced tea

TV show: The Munsters

Pet: parakeet

Flower: snapdragon

Book: Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen

Author: Mark S.R. Sterling – AKA Sterling Scott (surprise!)

While I don’t have a blog, folks can follow me here:

Amazon:

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Twitter:

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@SahalieBlue

 

Thank you so much for being here! I loved getting to know you. Look for her books kids! Delicious reads.

Kisses

Piper

Shadow – Rescue Me

I’m very excited to have Shadow – Rescue Me releasing later today. This book is the second in the Rescue Me Series, but in truth can be a stand alone read. I love writing romantic suspense and this one will take you further into the lives and loves in Goochland, Virginia – a small town near Richmond and a place so many call horse country. Between the mighty James River threading through the entire countryside, the beautiful rolling hills of greenery and the small town feel, I believe you’re going to love a taste of paradise. However, there’s always a dark side, now isn’t there?

Just who is Shadow? A beautiful Newfoundland puppy rescued from the arms of a group of horrific men, but even dogs have secrets. I hope you enjoy a taste and will consider purchasing.

SYNOPSIS

When a horrific accident awakens Sienna Duncan in the middle of the night, the wretched event drags personal nightmares into the light. Then she’s in the wrong place at the right time, and saves an innocent puppy from a gunshot wound while the perpetrators race away. But she was seen…

Deputy Kane Logan, a transplant from Wyoming, is hopeful of finding salvation in a Shadow_bigsmall town in Virginia. He’s running from tragedies he can no longer tolerate while working on a horrific crime involving the local teenagers. A chance meeting with the stunning beauty awakens his soul and they begin a new and guarded relationship. But someone wants her dead…

As threats continue and Kane fights to save innocent lives from a powerful drug, Sienna is pulled into a game of cat and mouse. Until they’re both forced to face their personal demons. The truth will be told, but at what cost? Is someone from her past threatening her new life? Can she find safety in the arms of the man she loves? Will Kane find the strength to become her protector?

EXCERPT

Screech! Bam!

“No. No!” Fighting, she shoved hard, pushing against the entity preventing her from moving. “Fuck you!” Sienna Duncan roared. Blinking, she thrust her arms to the side and panted, shifting as the unknown being continued to press hard against her body.

“Come to me. Come on, baby. You can do it.” She rushed toward the shore, reaching out. Wading into the water, she shivered as the rain pelted her face. She blinked furiously, trying to see him in the roaring waves. She heard a whimper and moaned. “Where are you?”

Turning sharply, she dove into the waves, kicking out as she attempted to move forward. With each arm stroke, every move forward, she was shoved back. Gulping water, she coughed and continued to struggle, doing her best to keep her eyes on the only creature she loved more than life itself. She watched in horror as the little head bobbed up and down, in and out of the water until he no longer resurfaced.

She swam harder, her adrenaline kicking in. “Baby! No!”

“No!” Sienna panted as she jerked awake. Images lingered, a wretched vision of a forgotten time, a man she thought she cared about turning into a monster. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she gulped for air, coughing and choking as if drowning in a pool of blood. “No. Please God. No.” She rolled over, burying her face into her pillow, and closed her eyes. Sobbing, she beat her fist against the pillow as the memories lingered. They would never leave her, never allow her to find solace. She was alone and very much afraid. This was just a dream, a manifestation of so much pain and confusion.

Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar.

She remained in the same position until the agony passed, replaced with a dull ache, the same one she’d had for over two years. Now wide awake, she groaned. Why in the hell was she having the same dream? Tension. Worry. Extreme sadness. “Goddamn it.”

Breathing in and out, she kept her face buried in the pillow, listening and waiting. After a few seconds, she shifted and opened her eyes, glancing from right to left. A cool breeze wafted across, floating a scent of vanilla and cinnamon. Calming her nerves, she sat up, surveying the darkened room.

She was alone in her bed, in her house. There were no boogeymen waiting to drag her into Hell, at least one considered tangible. Only her nightmares could do that. She remained quiet, studying her surroundings, then shoved the covers away. Another damn dream. They were getting worse, each vision dragging her close to the end. She brushed the tears from her face and cursed under her breath. Pathetic. She was nothing but pathetic.

The wine. That’s why her dreams had been nightmares. Too much wine on an empty stomach. At this rate, she was never getting another good night’s sleep. A dull echo remained in her ears, an intense thudding sound. She’d been awakened for a reason. What had she heard?

Curious, she crawled out of bed and moved toward the window, peering out. The night was dark, moonless and in her mind, foreboding. Seeing nothing, she grabbed her robe and padded toward the kitchen, staring at the microwave clock. Two-thirty am. “Awesome,” she whispered and turned toward the refrigerator. A shimmering light drew her attention.

cowboy standing“What the hell?” Narrowing her eyes, she walked toward the picture window, palming the glass as she attempted to see past the murky haze. There was definitely a light coming from her front yard. A car? Who would come visit at this hour of the morning? Wait. Now she remembered the noise, the metallic sounds and solid slam.

Shoving her feet into her boots, she tentatively unlocked and opened the front door. Squinting, from where she stood, she could just make out a vehicle of some kind, but the angle to the headlights was all wrong. “Oh, no.” A terrible feeling sunk into the pit of her stomach. There’d been too many close calls with drivers almost missing the sharp turn, the road just inches from her driveway. But, this seemed too close. She turned on her porchlight and squinted. There was definitely a vehicle only thirty yards or so from the house, but far removed from the road. What the hell?

Apprehension crawling down her spine, she eased off her front porch, moving toward the light. As her eyes began to focus, she stared in horror at the catastrophe. Steam rolled out from under the crumpled hood of the smashed SUV. The front and passenger side of the vehicle had been sheared off by the massive oak tree. Glass and metal fragments covered the ground. Only the gleam of the one remaining headlight illuminated the horrific wreck.

Racing back inside, she rushed into the kitchen, grabbing the phone and dialing 9-1-1 while she yanked out first one then a second kitchen drawer. “Where the hell is the flashlight? Yes. I’d like to report an accident.”

She prattled off her address as she wrapped her hand around the cool cylinder. “Yes. Thank you. Please hurry.” After testing the light, she took long strides, breaking into a run when she was off the porch. A single flash told her everything she didn’t want to know. There were three occupants and zero air bags. No one could have survived this kind of crash.

Swallowing back bile, she advanced, shining the light inside. “No. God, no!” She stumbled back a few steps, moaning as she hunkered over. No, she had to find courage. What if someone was still alive? She inched closer, gripping the light and using the beam to scan the interior. Long blond hair was matted with blood covering the seat and headrest. The girl was wearing a seatbelt, but the force of the accident had pitched her forward.

Gulping air, Sienna was clearly able to see the damage done to the girl’s head and torso upon impact. She twisted to the side and dry heaved as the scent of blood and gore wafted across her nose. After a few seconds, she wiped her mouth and attempted to peer into the upper section. The boy in the passenger seat had vacant eyes, their last moment having seen sheer horror. Impaled by portions of the dash and what had to be the engine, she could only see down to his shoulders.

Sienna slapped her hand over her mouth and could take no more. Please let the police get here. Please. Shifting, she jerked back and stumbled, falling to the ground. The flashlight was pitched from her hand. She scrambled on her hands and knees in an attempt to grab it before she retched all over herself.

The second she wrapped her hand around the light, the steady beam flashed on yet another victim. This one had been thrown out the back window, tossed like a ragdoll. The light was pointed in the girl’s direction. Nothing would ever erase the vision from her mind. Nothing. Every part of her shaking, she managed to get to her feet and just as she was about to retreat to the safety of her house, she heard what sounded like a single moan.

Against her better judgment, she headed around to the front of the car, avoiding the broken glass and the damaged tree. A single flash inside allowed her to see that the driver was alive, his eyelids fluttering open and closed. The window was down and the young man had a massive gash on his forehead and cheek.

“Help… me…” he managed, his voice garbled. Coughing, he seemed to be trying to move. Her instinct kicking in, she inched closer. “Stay still. Don’t try and move. Help is on the way.” The smell of gasoline mixed with the disgusting copper stench of blood. She swung the light all around. Steam continued to ooze from the engine compartment. This wasn’t good. Not good at all. “I’m going to wait for the ambulance. Okay?”

“No. Please.”

He tried to search for her, his eyes obviously unable to focus. Struggling, he shifted then screamed out in pain.

“Okay. You’re okay. I’ll stay right here with you.” Shivering, from adrenaline as well as the cold breeze, she prayed help would arrive soon.

“Help. Help… Coming to… get her.”

Her? The boy had no idea how terrible the wreck had been. “I know. You’re going to be just fine,” Sienna softened her voice and remained talking to him until she heard sirens in the background. As the sound of roaring engines drew closer, she breathed a sigh of relief. A rumble and squeal of several tires drew her attention as a fire engine, an ambulance and a sheriff’s car rolled up her driveway. “They’re here now. Everything is going to be okay.”

She stepped away, looking at anything but the damning scene as she walked toward the vehicles. Men and women jumped out, of the fire engine, the majority headed straight for the car. A single man approached just as the door to the sheriff’s car opened.

“Ma’am. I’m Captain Frietag of the Goochland Fire Department. Can you tell me what happened?”

His voice was kind, soft and comforting. So damn similar to the one from… No, she had to concentrate. “I didn’t see the accident. I was awakened by the noise.”

Now, I wonder who might come to her rescue? My guess is a sexy cowboy deputy, but you’ll have to wait to find out…

Kisses…

Piper

A Dominant Man

Up early this morning, cleaning and keeping the dogs from climbing all over me. Ah, the life of an author. When the Golden Retrievers want to be lap dogs, at the same time – well…  I’m writing the second in my upcoming Fire Devil series. This one is all about dominant men – in and out of the bedroom. They’re smokejumpers. Smokejumpers are elite men and women who are hand selected for one of the most dangerous jobs around. They often jump from perfectly good planes in remote locations in an effort to reduce or put out raging fires altogether. Now, you can b and w elequent loveimagine men in this career are particularly dominating.

I adore my guys in the series. They’re strong, rugged, very masculine and you bet – dominating. They have to be. There’s no time for second guessing or questioning their abilities. They, or a member of their team, could die. I admit, I was thinking this morning about all the reasons we adore dominating or alpha men. Let’s take a peek at some various reasons.

They’re physically strong, both in brawn and in their minds. They tend to take no shit and refuse to be second on anything. They eat competition for breakfast and find almost every aspect of their lives a challenge. They adore women, but want control. They are usually fit, taking pride in the fact they have honed their bodies and muscles, making certain they control their own desires. This takes as much mind control as anything else.

They’re sexy, passion exuding from every cell in their body. They can walk into a room and no matter who might be considered the center of attention, they steal the show without saying a word. From their eyes and the way they say what they’re thinking to how they fit in a tight pair of blue jeans, every man and women will take notice. Some might wear the most expensive suits, complete with jeweled cuff-links while others, true down to the earth working men, look sexy in nothing but flannel and cowboy boots. From a billionaire to a cowboy, they take our breath away. And the way they hunger? Off the charts. You know what I mean, ladies. They refuse to take no for an answer but by golly, they will make their woman the center of attention.

They’re dangerous in all elements. Some are what we consider daredevils, taking a chance or five every day. Whether fighting fires or protecting us in a war, skydiving or rock climbing, they go to every extreme for work and for pleasure. They may command a boardroom and every decision they make is exactly what they know smokejumperstheir company needs, while others in their group are fearful of the outcome. They don’t care. They will do what is necessary in every moment of their lives.

They are often loners, keeping dark secrets from everyone but perhaps their best friend or lover. Few can handle the way they live or their brazen attitudes, so they tend to remain aloof, listening and observing what’s around them. They will never indulge in frivolous conversation, growing bored, but they hear every word you’re saying. It’s important to remain on top and the only way to do this is to stay one step ahead of the competition. The dark secrets lurking in their souls bring out even more  passion or power. If discovered, this is the very key to unlocking the man hiding behind the mask.

They will dominate a woman. Period. When they set their sites on someone special, for whatever reason, the decision becomes vital to their everyday being. While they tend to gravitate toward strong women, they will be the lead, become the alpha. There is no choice. They prefer a woman to submit in every manner and in return, will give their heart and every scrap of love. While true alphas are never abusive, they have a way of usurping their authority in a single look, a touch of their index finger.

Are you shivering yet?

For women, why do we crave this kind of man? For me, I’m bold and brassy, strong and pushy and I also take command in life – but in love? I want a man who refuses to take shit, has patience to handle my missteps and sassy mouth. That’s the way of the majority of women who gravitate toward an alpha male. If truth be told, they long to be dominated. They want to submit, giving their man everything they have. Now, come on, you know you do. Don’t hide behind that false bravado. If a dominating man wanted you, made no bones about the fact he wanted to own you, what would you say or do? Would you run away or would you dream every night, longing for his touch, his kiss, his body?

I know your answer. That’s why so many women read about dominating men. This is exactly what they desire.

The best dominating men in fiction and in real life are also kind souls. They take care of their parents and friends, lost puppy dogs and those broken down on the side of the road. They fight for what’s right in all things and don’t mind sharing their beliefs, no matter the cost. They’d also very good at discipline. From employees to the love of their life, they protect and provide while making certain those closest stay in line.

Is this your kind of hero? Hmmm… I know it’s mine.

I’ll have excerpts of the first in the series – Three Rivers Run Deep soon. There will be a prequel – Standing at the River’s Edge just before the release in early November. I think you’ll love my alpha men. They’re rugged, intelligent, dangerous, dominating and full of passion. What’s not to love.

I hope I have you a little hot and bothered. Have a fabulous day.

Kisses…

Piper

My Special Guest – Stella Moore

Happy Sunday and Labor Day weekend to everyone in America. I hope you’re able to do something wonderful and amazing. A special note – Blushing Books is supporting the hurricane victims in Texas by donating all their profits this weekend. Please help in this important endeavor by purchasing at least one sexy book. Onto my special guest. She and I have become recent friends and you only have to see a Facebook post or two to know this girl has a bit of a naughty mind. Love it! Please give a warm welcome to

STELLA MOORE – HEALING HURTS

SYNOPSIS

Penelope Frost can take care of herself. A popular, successful photographer with a smart mouth and a hot temper, she’s learned the hard way not to rely on a man. Her ex, a man she though she could trust with her innermost desires, abused more than her trust. But she puts that behind her and begins dating again, focusing her attention on safer, less controlling men. But even if she won’t admit it to herself, sheStella HealingHurts still craves the attention of a dominant man.

When her friend Elisa finally convinces her to go on a blind date, she meets Eric Calloway and, despite the promises she’s made to herself, she can’t ignore the desire he brings to the surface. The ultimate stereotype of tall, dark and handsome, Eric is also the perfect balance of dominant and understanding. She reluctantly gives in to his advances, and they start slow, with Eric letting her set the boundaries. He is determined to help her embrace who she really is. Deep down.

When her dangerous ex realizes he has no power over her any more, that she has finally moved on he is not happy. To what lengths will he go to reassert his hold over her?

To heal, Penny must first learn to trust again, but it won’t be easy. Can Eric’s patience hold while Penny finds her way back to her true self?

EXCERPTS

EXCERPT ONE

“So. How did you realize you enjoy turning women over your knee and paddling their backsides?” she asked.

If Eric was taken aback by the question, he did a good job of hiding it. “I think it was something I always knew. I’ve had an itchy palm since I decided I wanted to get my hands on Susie Palmer in sixth grade,” he grinned. “I didn’t really do much about it until high school, when the same Susie Palmer placed herself over my lap in the back of my pickup truck when we were sixteen. And you?”

Penny shrugged. “The usual. Watching Ricky turn Lucy over his knee while watching late night reruns set me off, even before I really knew what it meant. I experimented some in high school and then a lot in college. I’d like you to spank me tonight,” she added, taking a casual sip of her wine.

EXCERPT TWO

It was nearly an hour before Eric returned. He felt guilty for walking out on her, but he also knew he’d been on the verge of bending her over the sofa and paddling her raw. Which he would never do without her consent, so the best option for everyone had been for him to take some time to cool off. The logic of it didn’t make him feel less horrible about it, though.

Steeling himself for another confrontation, Eric opened the door to the apartment, but Penny was nowhere to be seen. Frowning, he closed the door and called out for her.

“I’m in the bedroom. Could you come here, please?” she answered from the back of the apartment.

When he walked into the bedroom, the sight that greeted him stopped him in his tracks. Penny was facing the only empty corner in her room, wearing a short t-shirt with her panties pulled down to her knees. The intent was clear: punish me.

EXCERPT THREE

Several long, tortuous minutes later, she had her answer. By the time he returned his attentions to her backside, she was trembling with need. The light sting of the crop against her bottom nearly made her knees buckle. Yes, more, yes, she begged silently. Again, with just the tip, he swatted her. She caught herself just before she moaned. Then again. And again. He continued, switching between swatting her with the crop and running it over her body, until she thought she would explode. Then, finally, “I want you naked. Keep the shoes. Then get back in position.”

She rushed to obey, trembling with need. Then she stood, naked and blindfolded.

“Remember, don’t move or make a noise.” Now his voice seemed to come from in front of her. What was he—Oh. He dipped a finger inside her, drawing out her arousal to circle her clit. He teased the sensitive bud, keeping her just at the edge but not pushing her over. Then he pressed and her world exploded. She screamed when she came, pleasure unlike anything she’d felt before erupting inside of her. When she finally came back to earth, she realized that she’d broken both of his rules as she was gripping his shoulders tightly. She trembled slightly, wondering how he was going to punish her disobedience.
JUST WHO IS STELLA?

Nestled somewhere in the Southeastern United a States you can usually find Stella curled up on her couch with her tablet, a blanket (because even during a southern summer, she’s freezing) and a glass of wine. If she isn’t writing or tweaking her newest work, she’s glued to a book. Romance, suspense, thrillers, Stella loves a little bit of everything.

Other than reading, she spends her time listening to her husband play his guitar and throwing spontaneous dance parties with her two teenage daughters in the living room. When she can convince everyone else to venture outside, she loves hiking and swimming. Her husband is fairly certain she’s secretly a mermaid, as she’d live in the water if she could.

Stella has been writing spanking fiction off and on for years, but she’s just recently taken the plunge into writing full on novels. She is from the school of “write what you know”, and her husband is always willing (sometimes too willing!) to assist with any research she needs.

WHERE TO FIND HER

 stellamoore@gmail.com 

On Facebook at facebook.com/author.stellamoore

Twitter @authorstellam!

Thank you so much for being here! The book sounds fabulous!

Kisses…

Piper

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