Trying to Save a Marriage

How far would you go? We all know relationships are difficult at best, often breaking down your hope and tossing away the person you either used to be or wanted to become. When all else fails, would you try domestic discipline? I have a new release, a series of three novellas I wrote a few years ago about a very difficult marriage. Now, I will warn you that there is perceived betrayal BUT there is also an HEA that might knock your socks off.

A little taste…

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Shannon rolled over and slid her arm across the bed. She didn’t need to open her eyes to realize David wasn’t beside her. Although she hadn’t waited up for him, sleep had only come in spurts. Her eyes were swollen from crying for hours. Her heart, as well as her Imperfect Consequenceshead, was aching, remnants of a hangover making her nauseous. Drinking wine certainly hadn’t helped her mood and no doubt escalated the vile argument.

Moaning, she glanced over at the clock, the understanding she needed to crawl out of bed and get ready for work, reminding her that life moves on. The alarm was still sounding, and for a few more seconds she listened to the soft music, the haunting strains of some love song. Closing her eyes, she did everything she could to shove back the uneasy feeling. There was no doubt in her mind, however, she’d gone too far this time by pushing David into a corner. Accusing him of having an affair was terrible, but finding certain e-mails on his computer had driven her over the edge.

Jade.The name slid across her tongue and she was ready to vomit. Whoever the woman was, she certainly seemed to be in tune with David’s needs, his desires. From the tone of the e-mails, the blatant sexual overtures, she knew they were close. But just how close? She’d sat for hours poring over every message, trying to figure out when the emotional affair had started, and from what little she could find out, it seemed they had started their relationship almost six months ago.

At least the first few e-mails were very much about business, given he’d obviously designed her home. They began to go down a more flirtatious path. The last few conversations were as close to sexting as she’d ever seen. Swallowing back bile, she finally eased out of bed and into the bathroom. Her reflection told no lies—she looked like shit. Shivering, she held her arm with one hand as she grabbed her toothbrush with the other.

Had he gone to Jade’s house last night? Was he with her right now, lying in bed and talking about how ridiculous his marriage was? Were they fucking? Had they been fucking and for how long? The questions raced through the back of her mind and she blinked as tears welled in her eyes. Then again, what if they weren’t physically intimate, but carrying on just an emotional affair? The phrase made her want to break the mirror. Was an emotional relationship as bad as if he were sticking his cock into her?

There were too many questions and no answers that would be right anyway, not until she managed to hear the truth. Would David tell her the truth? Well, maybe not after her nasty display. Shannon brushed her teeth with enough fury that she was spitting froth by the time she finished. Damn it, she had to know if their marriage was over. She had to.

After taking a long shower, she brewed a pot of coffee and stood like a lost waif in her kitchen, staring at the flowers. A slight smile crossing her face, she walked closer and brushed her fingertips across several fallen petals. How many days had she longed to have her man bring her flowers or tell her she was beautiful? Sighing, she sniffed as a single tear fell.

She glanced toward her cell phone and reached out twice to grab it before she pressed her finger against the on button. There were no missed calls and no voice mails. David was either letting her cool off, or he was finding his own place to live. The sun was streaming in the windows, birds chirping, and she was nothing but a train wreck. And she definitely wasn’t in the mood to face anyone today, especially at work.

Shannon thought about taking a day off. What would it hurt? She hadn’t had a day off in months and was certainly due. Maybe she’d go shopping and spend a hell of a lot of money, something David loathed. Oh, what didn’t David find bothersome or troublesome about her?

Trembling, she stood staring out at their backyard, sipping her coffee. A new dress and a new attitude would do her a little good, maybe spice up her life, her very lonely life. “Stop it.” The two words seemed to reverberate in the humid air. The day was going to be unusually warm as well as sunny, perfect for playing hooky.

She grabbed her phone, dialing her office. She was positive the receptionist was already sitting at her desk, the little eager beaver. Sure enough, the chipper-voiced girl answered. “Hi Jennifer, it’s Shannon. I’m not feeling very well today and won’t be in. I’ll check my e-mails. If you don’t mind just letting everyone know? I don’t have any clients scheduled, so there shouldn’t be any issues.”

“Sure thing, Ms. Parker.”

Jennifer hung up before she had the chance to correct her to “Mrs.” Shaking her head, she couldn’t help but question the state of her marriage. Well, she was going to have to deal with her accusations later, but right now, she had shopping to do. For the time being, she wasn’t going to dive into a bowl of ice cream to soothe her breaking heart—at least not until much later. As she walked into the bedroom to get dressed, she thought about going to a strip club tonight, instead of burying herself in frozen treats and booze. Snacking on men was a much better way to snap her heart and mind out of her private hell. There was nothing like lust to do just that.

Shannon had walked around the mall at least three times and other than purchasing a new teddy at Victoria’s Secret, she had little to show for her efforts. She didn’t have the heart for shopping or anything else, for that matter. How many times had she checked her phone and almost dialed his number? No, he had the explaining to do, not her. As she stood in front of one of her favorite stores, she felt an overwhelming sadness. She wasn’t the kind of girl who handled opposition very well, and she avoided conflict. Slapping his face with the roses, after screaming at him, was the worst behavior she’d displayed in a long time.

He’d expect an apology and she sucked at giving them. Maybe she’d demand one of her own. Yeah, wouldn’t that go over well?

“Shannon, Shannon Parker?”

Shannon turned around and instantly grinned. “Tina! I can’t believe it’s you.”

“How long has it been?” Tina asked, a smile crossing her face.

“Too long. My goodness, the last time we even talked was at least a couple of years ago.”

“I know. I can’t believe how much time has gone by. That certainly wasn’t my intent.”

Tina had been one of her best friends since college, and she hadn’t even thought about her in almost a year. “I heard you moved out of town.”

Tina sighed. “Well, I just got back into town, and I start a new job next week.”

“What about Joe? New job, too?” Shannon asked, half expecting the sweet hunk to be standing right behind Tina.

“Joe who? You mean, Asshole of the Year?”

“Uh-oh. What happened?” The couple had been together since they were teenagers. Tina and Joe were inseparable, never able to keep their hands off each other for long.

“Let’s just say I didn’t enjoy finding him with our next-door neighbor in our pool, very naked, and the position wasn’t just compromising. The act was more like animals copulating in the wild.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I was upset and pissed off for a long time, but after some pretty good counseling and one too many bottles of wine, I realized I needed to live my life for me,” Tina stated defiantly. “So, I moved back here and was able to get a great job. I have a little place that’s all mine, with no men to bother me, and I can enjoy being me for the first time in years.”

Shannon loved the take-charge edge in her friend’s voice, wishing she could manage to garner the same bravado. “You look great.”

“I feel great. Just getting a few things for the new job. What are you up to? Lunchtime shopping?”

“Took the day off. Needed some time for just me.”

Tina grinned and raised her eyebrow as she pointed toward the Victoria’s Secret bag. “A hot night with that sexy man of yours?”

Shannon could feel the heat rising from her neck, flushing her cheeks. She shivered and looked away. “Just something for me.”

“Trouble in paradise?”

“Is there such a thing?”

“Hmm. Since you have a day off and it is almost noon, let’s grab some lunch and talk, really talk. How about Ruby Tuesday’s?”

Smiling, Shannon nodded. “Perfect, I’d like that.”

“Good. We’ll have some wine and talk like we used to. It seems like we have more than just a little catching up to do.”

As they headed for the restaurant, they conversed about shopping and jobs, their family and little else until they were seated with a glass of wine in front of them.

Tina leaned over the table, her eyes darting back and forth across Shannon’s. “All right, girl. I know you too well. What’s going on with you and David?”

Shannon twirled her glass, embarrassed at her own story. “We’re just arguing a lot. Who am I kidding? We argue all the time.”

“Do you mean like the last time you two were having issues?”

“Similar, but I honestly think this time we’re headed for divorce.” Saying the words out loud for the first time was almost final, as if there were no fight left in her.

“That bad?” Tina asked, patting Shannon’s hand.

“Bad enough.”

“What happened?”

Shannon shrugged and scanned the perimeter of the restaurant absently. Admitting the truth was gut-wrenching and felt as if she were accepting defeat.

I so hope you enjoyed! PS. Don’t forget Roughneck is HOT off the presses and…another new release coming on Friday!

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Rogue – Part Man, Part Machine

I think my fabulous readers know I enjoy writing in several different genres. My latest release is no exception. I’ve had a fascination for Cyborg’s for years – perhaps because of a certain old movie starring Harrison Ford. Do you remember? This one is a bit dark, but a telling about how human nature makes a fight, even when the machine inside demands to take over – and kill…

I hope you enjoy a taste of this one on this fabulous Saturday!

ROGUE

SYNOPSIS

A single purpose compels him. He must find me, claim me, and master me completely.

Tracking down cyborgs is my job, but this time I’m the one being hunted. This rogue rogue_fullmachine has spent most of his life locked up, and now that he’s on the loose he has plans for me…

He isn’t just going to strip me, punish me, and use me. He will take me longer and harder than any human ever could, claiming me so thoroughly that I will be left in no doubt who owns me.

No matter how shamefully I beg and plead, my body will be ravaged again and again with pleasure so intense it terrifies me to even imagine, because that is what he was built to do.

EXCERPT

When her body stopped shaking, she finally opened her eyes, taking several seconds to realize what had just happened. Startled, she took a decided step backwards, forcing my hand from her dripping cunt.

I held my hand in front of my face, marveling at how the thick juice glistened in the light. “Is my release date the same?” I asked the question then drew my index finger across my lips. The taste of her was exquisite.

Sara watched me, dumbfounded, for at least a full minute before trying to look away. “Um. What?”

I suckled my fingers, one after the other, providing a guttural growl. “I asked. Is my release date the same?”

Blinking, she rubbed her hand through her mussed-up hair, licking the beads of sweat from her upper lip. Funny how her eyes never left my crotch. “Yes. Tomorrow. You’re being assigned to a very important person. You should be happy.” After placing the syringe on a nearby metal table, she lifted her arm, her fingers coming dangerously close to touching my stiffness. “I will miss you. Maybe…”

While I was still locked down on one side, I leaned up until our lips were almost touching. I could almost taste the lip gloss she’d strategically slathered on only seconds before coming inside the room. I knew she was able to gather a whiff of her juice on my breath.

I couldn’t give a shit which powerful man I would be fawning over like a mother to a baby chick. Everyone on Earth seemed to be afraid of the unknown, the most powerful with more enemies than any concept of friends. I was supposed to keep them safe. “Maybe?” Goosebumps prickled along every inch of her delicate skin and I had to control myself for fear I’d fuck her right here, with no care for the consequences.

“Maybe we could—”

Sara wasn’t able to finish her statement as a series of alarms went off, lights flashing everywhere. Seconds later several of the personnel raced down the hall, their heavy boots thudding against the cheap tile floor. I’d been here long enough to know exactly what this meant.

One of the reprobates had been captured.

Designated as the leading rehabilitation center on the East Coast, the majority of the poor and soon to be dead pieces of twisted metal were brought here.

And they’d never see the light of day again.

“Oh, no!” she exclaimed, her eyes darting back and forth across mine. I couldn’t help but notice she didn’t pull away for at least a full minute. Her skirt was still crowded along her upper thighs. If I shifted, I would no doubt be able to gather a glimpse of her glistening pinkness. “I should go.”

“Yes. Another time, sweet Sara,” I said half under my breath and leaned back as if dismissing her. The sweet taste of her remained on my lips and tongue. The next woman I came into contact with, I’d ravage without any reservation. No amount of pleading would convince me to stop.

Adjusting her skirt, she nodded before heading toward the door, swinging open the massive steel and moving outside quickly. In her hurry, she’d left the visual display on as well as the sensors attached to my body. I’d unnerved the poor thing. I chuckled at the thought. I heard the slight click as the lock was firmly latched back into place.

Then I wasted no time in yanking my other arm free before easily removing the shackles on my legs and jumping off the cold table. Another group of facility workers raced by. I could see a level of fear on at least two of the doctor’s faces as well as befuddlement. They certainly hadn’t expected the guest today, a snare in their usual organized plans. I grabbed my shirt and walked closer to the massive observation window, adjusting my cock. Ten more minutes and I would have made her suck me off. It wasn’t long before two well-armed CRONs marched a cyborg unit encased in chains down the hallway. For the officers to use actual chains meant this particular cyborg had put up quite a fight.

I knew of the highly trained group of officers, men and women whose sole job description was locating and securing the reprobates. I studied the cybernetic organism with curiosity. He was dressed in casual attire but covered in blood. The cyborg had been active. The creature would be taken to the very bowels of the building to be deprogrammed, his manufactured brain stripped from him. There would be no more humans killed by his lethal hands. Score one for the Cyborg Rehabilitation Officers’ Network.

The cyborg sensed my presence, jerking the two officers to a dead stop. He snapped his head in my direction, a grin on his face. Only one of his eyeballs was intact, the other socket nothing but a maze of ravaged steel. His mouth was twisted but he still managed to laugh, as if he knew some deep, dark secret. There was something innately inhuman about the unit.

A zapping noise could be heard through the six-inch-thick glass, a reflective blue light encasing the cyborg’s battered body. He’d been tasered. Quite effective for the primitive style of cybernetic unit. As he slumped down, the male officer took more control, dragging the unit down the hallway. The female on the other hand stood where she was, her face pinched in anger as well as relief.

She drew my attention for some unknown reason. I was programmed to appreciate CRON capabilities, even helping them as necessary, but I had an instant dislike of what they stood for. No amount of reprogramming would change that fact.

They were, as far as I was concerned, my enemy.

My cock twitched again, my thoughts drifting to the same carnal needs as before.

She’d been roughed up, her luscious dark hair falling in strings around her face. Portions of her uniform had been shredded and the redness under one eye would no doubt turn to an ugly bruise by morning. She shook her head, spouting off something verbally in the direction of her disappearing partner before lifting her middle finger. A snarl formed on her face, obviously satisfied with her performance.

She was much different than the other females I’d come into contact with, the air of confidence, even arrogance quite frankly a huge turn-on. With one exception. I was shaken, trying to control my breathing. While she looked entirely different out of costume, I was almost completely certain she was the lovely woman I’d spanked the night before. Yes, she had to be the same girl.

I was thrown, knowing that coincidences didn’t often occur, at least in my world.

Her hands on her hips, she paced the floor, inching absently toward the reflective glass. Deep in thought, she almost brushed against the window.

After a few seconds, she sensed my presence, her body tensing. Then she tipped her head in my direction and we locked eyes. The electricity shooting through me was indescribable and not anything I’d experienced before, even during my travels the night before. Every inch of my skin was tingling, as if on fire. I wasn’t surprised by my reaction. We were connected in a manner few humans could ever understand.

I was able to gather the synergy exploding from every synapsis in her body. There was no scent at this distance, but I would gamble she reeked of pheromones. She had all the markings of an accomplished officer, high in the ranks, which meant she’d captured dozens of cyborgs during her tenure but to me, she was a woman in desperate need, longing for a dominant man on a permanent basis.

Her lower lip quivered and she was mesmerized at least for a few precious seconds. Sensations rocketed through me and my cock was once again throbbing, even more so than before. I knew by some instinct that she was important, but not in the ways that anyone could understand.

Fuck her. Use her.

The words were like sweet music. I was able to see the erectness of her nipples, pushing against her uniform. There was no denying her arousal.

She was supposed to be mine.

Vivid images of her swam into my mind, driving me to the point of questioning my sanity. I would take her, use her, and fuck every hole in a brutal fashion.

And she would love every minute of it, succumbing to me completely.

When she was yanked out of her mesmerized state by another member of the facility personnel, only then could I break the intense connection. My pulse raced and even my heart was skipping beats. What in the fuck was going on? She barked out a few words, waving them off and running her hand through her disheveled hair.

Continuing to be drawn to her, I palmed the glass, studying the dimly lit hallway and trying to control my breathing. The blue flashing lights meant the full security system was in play and everything was on lockdown. After a few minutes, I heard the sound of footsteps once again and tried to remain completely unfeeling.

Until she walked in close proximity, stopping short as she came within two feet of the glass. There was a glint of recognition in her eyes but laced with questions. The mask had done well to cover up my identity. Her chest was rising and falling, and her eyes were glassy. While I wasn’t able to read the minds of any human, my gut gathered her thoughts and her emotions. She had no idea why she was drawn to me, but the outline of her hard nipples was an excellent indicator of her needs. Shaking, she wavered until her partner moved in front of her.

Was there a hint of a dark stain between her legs?

Seconds later, they disappeared but not before we connected one last time. There was no denying what we’d shared. I glanced at the visual display, a dark chuckle escaping my lips given the erratic nature of my vitals. They were off the charts. Yanking the sensor units, I tossed them to the group, hissing at the entire concept. Counting to five, I took several deep breaths in a concentrated effort to calm my heart rate. A few seconds later, I felt much better, but the image of the CRON’s reflective eyes remained.

I was content at that moment, moving to the living area that I’d grown accustomed to, walking quickly to the small bar that had only been wheeled into my locked cage a month before.

Out of good behavior.

What did you think? A little darkness is always good. 

Kisses and spanks

Piper

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When a Man is Dark, Dangerous and…Ruthless

Don’t you love a dark and dangerous kind of man? I think most reader’s do. Women have always flirted with the desire for the bad boy, since the dawn of time. Bikers, Outlaws, Mafia Men, Marines, Cowboys – you name it, we hunger for the rugged, sexy kind of guy who takes what he wants but still has a heart that could be shaped into gold. Right?

We all know families are complicated. There isn’t a single human alive who doesn’t feel man in suit with gunangst or even anger given a family situation. Imagine if you’re in a family of mafiosos, where the leadership can be toppled at any time. Then imagine if your world is ripped apart and you’re forced to take the helm.

That’s a portion of the story behind Ruthless, the second in the Calduchi family saga. The Kingpin family controls Chicago, but rivaled constantly by other mafia families. When Giovanni’s father is murdered, his brother missing, he’s forced into donning the ring…

But…circumstances remind him that what he truly hungers for is love. While Caught is the first book, this can be read as a stand alone and of course, it has an HEA and no cheating. I hope you enjoy a taste.

RUTHLESS

Bloodshed. Death. Destruction.

This was my family’s legacy and all of it would be required in my new position as head of the Calduchi family. But I had a new word infiltrating my system and one that would become my legacy.

Suffering.

I would make the bastards who’d murdered my father in cold blood suffer in manners that only their nightmares could imagine. The word on the street was pinpointed at the rat Montego had mentioned just minutes before he’d been gunned down. The pricks from New York had yet to lay claim, but I knew instinctively who they were, and they would be punished for their sins.

Their leader, one sick bastard by the name of Bruno Giotano thought he was larger than life. He would soon learn he was nothing.

I certainly had no real love for my father. Montego Calduchi had been a hard man, brutal in his techniques, including dealing with his family, but I’d respected both him and his position. He’d been demanding as well as connected, certainly influential with hundreds of politicians and corporate moguls alike. And now I was required to take over his regime.

A cold shiver sliced into every muscle. I was prepared, more than ready to take command, but heads would roll under my dominion. Instead of initiating new soldiers, I was stuck in the freaking middle of nowhere, ready for some bogus rehabilitation that wasn’t necessary.

And I was pissed.

Columbus, Ohio. Fucking fantastic. I’d do my stint in medical rehab, directing my capos while the streets continued to play out the bloodbath. Information had flowed freely enough, the hit meant for the entire family. The plot had been ingenious, and I still had no knowledge of my brother’s whereabouts. For all I knew, Jagger was dead. To everyone, except for three of my most trusted men, I was still in intensive care at the Chicago hospital, barely hanging on, the Consigliereconsidered in charge. The lie wouldn’t hold for much longer.

For all practical purposes, I’d died on the operating table, considered clinically dead for almost two minutes. The single bullet had almost been successful. Still, I couldn’t afford to be laid up like some sick dog. I had a job to do and I loathed this shit.

Anyone who knew me realized I wasn’t the kind of man to run from a problem. Rage furrowed in my gut. Losing Franco, Tony, and Cane, powerful capos in their own right in the process was an enormous hit for our family and word had spread within minutes that our organization had been cut in half. Wasn’t good for business all the way around.

We also lost three soldiers. At least Daniel and Marco had only been injured and were alive. As the newest capos, they’d be forced to take over a lion’s share of the business dealings until I could get a handle on things. By the grace of St. Francis, Antonio had reacted quickly enough, dragging me away from the carnage. I owed the boy my life. The wound was healing, but a round of TLC was definitely needed.

But I had something else in mind.

I took a swig of my scotch, grimacing at the bitter, cheap taste. One week was seven days too long. At least by then, a plan would be set in motion. Antonio sat at a small table several yards away, the soldier bumped up to a made man after the incident. He’d earned his stripes after risking his life. He was my initial protector, my driver, and my hired gun. The man I most trusted had suggested the particular hospital, and I hadn’t been in any condition to ask questions or contradict him.

intense couple“What the fuck am I doing here?” My snarl was deep, coming from the heightened rage I’d felt since the attempted massacre.

My utter disgust drew attention from the striking blonde sitting at the other end of the bar. In the rather dingy setting, I was surprised to see such a beautiful creature. She twisted her head in my direction, easing the single olive from her martini with her fingers. The only reaction was in her shimmering eyes, but all I could concentrate on was the way she pulled the oblong vegetable in her luscious mouth after licking off the juices. Her tongue darted back and forth, creating filthy fantasies, vile images in vivid color.

She slid the tip of her manicured fingernail around the rim of her glass, not once but three times. The beautiful woman had no idea how sensual she truly was. Inhaling, even the way her exotic perfume wafted into my nostrils was enough to create depraved thoughts in my mind. I wanted to tie her up, exposing her rosy nipples and pretty pink pussy. I wanted to spank her for being a bad girl, making certain her bottom was crisscrossed in the same vibrant hue as her dress. My mouth watered and my thoughts drifted into darkness, a passion that would not be denied but hadn’t been fulfilled in a long time.

My cock twitched, my balls tightening. My hunger was off the charts. As my chest rose and fell, I knew I had to have her. I offered a slight smile, shifting in the seat as my shaft became pinched. She seemed amused at my outburst then almost immediately glanced at her watch. Who was she waiting for? A boyfriend? Her stunning scarlet dress hugged every curve, accentuating her long legs. After a few seconds, she casually looked in my direction. She certainly wasn’t hovering at the bar for any business purposes. I snickered at the thought. Lifting my glass, I gave her a nod of approval.

Almost instantly she looked away, as if the attention was unwanted.

No one ever denied what I craved.

Certainly no one ever dared refute my command.

Not if they wanted to live.

This beauty would garner an exception to the rule. After all, she didn’t belong to me.

Yet.

At least my personality was intact as well as my desires.

She grew more restless as the minutes ticked on, finally tossing back the remainder of her drink and dragging her finger across her ruby-stained lips. Just as she yanked a small purse from the seat beside her, a hand was placed on her shoulder, the grip firm. Far too firm for a casual meeting.

I glanced sideways at the asshole who’d dared to be late, sizing him up. He was no doubt an attorney by the way he was dressed and by the looks of it, one that was paid very well.

“You’re late. As usual,” she attempted to say quietly, but she seemed far too angry.

“I couldn’t very well leave court, now could I?” he snapped and waved for the bartender. “Whisky, neat and another one for the lady.”

She laughed, the sound husky yet contrived. “The last time I checked the court calendar, I didn’t notice that cases continued until nine in the evening.”

A full minute of tense silence followed.

“Why do you have to be such a bitch?” he spewed then smacked his hand on the bar. “How about those drinks? Any time now.”

“And why do you have to be such a bastard?” she retorted, shaking her head.

Asshole. You’ve been caught.I could almost detect the scent of another woman. I took another sip of my drink, contemplating my reckless desires. I was supposed to keep a low profile while I was here and that didn’t include partaking in tasting a beautiful woman.

But I just might be forced to make an exception.

The boyfriend hissed and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, squeezing.

My hackles were instantly raised.

Gasping, she shoved his chest. “Let go of me, you prick.”

The bartender slapped the asshole’s drink on the counter. I was delighted to notice that a solid one third was spilled over the edge. In contrast, the man behind the chipped fake wood bar gently placed a cocktail napkin on the bar and eased another martini on top. “Is this asshole bothering you, miss?”

“I can handle him, but thank you,” she quipped, managing to wriggle out of the jerk’s hold.

Every muscle in my body tensed, prepared to take the prick outside if necessary.

The bartender gave the boyfriend a wary and very nasty look before sauntering off. If the shithead didn’t release his hold in about two split seconds, I would make certain he found it difficult to use his hand again.

Ever.

He seemed to sense my discord, darting his eyes in my direction and releasing her. Leaning over, he whispered in her ear.

I was ready to finish my drink then leave, disgusted with the entire scene when she whirled in his direction, snarling in what I had to say was a classy manner.

“Jimmy. I think it’s time that you and I end this chapter. For good.”

He laughed, tossing the long wave falling in his face as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “You will do as I say.”

“Or what exactly?” While she issued the words, I’d already muttered them under my breath. I gripped the edge of the bar, rising to my feet.

“Or you know what happens,” boyfriend dared to say.

To her credit, she tossed her drink in his face then clamored to grab her purse. “Fuck you. You’re out of my life, you cheating bastard.”

I only managed to notice the way he grabbed and wrenched her arm before I shot around the bar, yanking him away and slamming his body against the wall. “You don’t talk to women that way, buddy.”

“Get off me, you freak! This is between me and her,” he snarled.

There was no turning back. My hand shot around his throat, lifting him several inches off the floor. I heard the shrieks from behind me, but I didn’t give a shit. This bastard was going to learn a very valuable lesson. My fingers dug into the various pressure points in his neck and within seconds, he was unable to breathe. As he flailed, his face turning red, I was somewhat surprised that no one attempted to stop my actions.

“Now, you’re going to walk out of this bar and never bother this gorgeous woman ever again. If I hear that you try even once to contact her, you will have me to deal with and trust me, you don’t want that to happen.”

Boyfriend’s eyes were bulging even as he attempted to nod. I lowered him very slowly to the floor. I had to shut down my instinct to drag him outside. This wasn’t the time or the place to draw any attention to the fact of who I was or that I was drinking in a cheap rundown bar.

The jerk coughed several times, wheezing to the point I almost burst into laughter. As he attempted to stand, making certain his tie was straight, I resisted punching him in the kidney. He barely gave the sensuous creature another look before scampering toward the front door.

The various claps and cheers did nothing to brighten my mood. Pricks like that didn’t deserve to have a gorgeous woman on their arm.

Issuing another snarl, I turned around. I didn’t know this girl and she certainly could have been incensed, angry that I’d tossed him out. The blonde gave me an appreciative smile, the kind that allowed me a slight glimpse behind her mask, pretending the loss meant nothing to her.

She was a vulnerable kitten in a world of wolves. All I wanted to do was feast, sliding my tongue into her sweet pussy only seconds before thrusting my cock so deep that she screamed out my name.

I wanted her begging for more.

And I would take every inch of her, body and soul.

SYNOPSIS

When he decided he wanted me, he took me.

Treating a mobster shot by a rival’s goons isn’t really my forte, but when a man is powerful enough to have a whole wing of a hospital cleared out for his protection, you do as you’re told.

To make matters worse, this isn’t first time I’ve met Giovanni Calduchi. It turns out my newest patient is the stern, sexy brute who all but dragged me back to his hotel room a couple of nights ago so he could use my body as he pleased, then showed up at my house the next day, stripped me bare, and spanked me until I was begging him to take me even more roughly and shamefully.

Now, with his enemies likely to be coming after me in order to get to him, all I can do is hope he’s as good at keeping me safe as he is at keeping me blushing, sore, and thoroughly satisfied.

I hope you enjoyed. Oh, and Gio is very sexy…

Kisses and spanks

Piper

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My Special Guest – Poppy Flynn

I adore having guests on my blog and today I have the fabulous Poppy Flynn. She has a fabulous book that’s HOT off the presses and the third in a series. Her first book is also on sale for $.99 so you must grab both!

TIES THAT BIND – CLUB RISQUE BOOK 3

SYNOPSIS

Luanna Morgan has worked hard to brush off the stigma and scandal of being a single teenage mother. These days, she is better known for her calm composure and serene disposition, but despite that, things start to sizzle between Luanna and her company’s Ties that Bind updated coverlegal director, Logan Thornton.

Logan might seem like a mild-mannered corporate lawyer, but in BDSM circles, he is better known as Master Baku, the Shibari expert. His dream is to publish a series of artistic poses which incorporate his three loves—Shibari, suspension, and photography, and he has his sights set on Luanna as the model.

But Luanna has led a deliberately quiet and modest life. She knows nothing about bondage or the intricacies of D/s relationships. She’s always had to rely on herself, and her current reputation has been hard won. Even if she decides to throw caution to the wind and finally live a little, is there really any room left in Logan’s life for yet another love, especially if she can’t find it in herself to share the ones he already has?

Logan has Luanna tied up in knots, both literally and figuratively. Is it possible to find a compromise or will circumstances conspire to pull them apart?

EXCERPT

“I’m going to make love to you, with or without,” he told her in a low voice. “But if you really don’t like this, I’ll free you right now. Just nod to continue, or shake your head, and it’s gone.”

It was Luanna’s turn to take a leap of faith. He’d taken her by surprise, but she didn’t hate the sensations already coursing through her heated blood.

Finally, she nodded her head. She saw the lust and also the relief that fired in Logan’s eyes, but still, he gave her another out. “Are you certain?”

Luanna nodded again.

Logan closed his eyes and tucked his head into the crook of her neck. Then he sucked at the delicate skin on her collarbone and lifted his head once more. “I won’t do anything unexpected,” he promised her. “I just want to make love to you like this, give you a little taste of being bound. I want to fasten your wrists to the headboard, too; you okay with that?”

Ties that Bind general 2Luanna’s breath caught at the thought. It was strangely erotic, and she nodded once again in consent.

Logan was surprised at the slight tremor in his hands as he secured Luanna’s bound wrists to the convenient wooden crossbar at the head of the bed. He’d bound a woman hundreds of times in complex and contorted poses, for his sexual and aesthetic enjoyment. But never before had it ever meant as much to him as this simple, improvised act of bondage.

Logan sat back on his haunches and admired his handiwork, makeshift as it was. Luanna looked beautiful, restrained. She would look even more magnificent in his ropes. Just the thought had his cock throbbing. She would suit a colour that was strong, like her. Not red, that would clash with her hair and overpower her pale skin. But still something bold, brighter than black. Purple, perhaps, or yellow. God, he hoped she would allow him to tie and bind her. He could start with something unrestricting and erotic like the karada, or rope dress, to introduce her to the art of Kinbaku. And from there, once she was comfortable, maybe she would permit something more intricate and confining—something that would allow the rope to pose her body, and finally, perhaps she would agree to be suspended, modelled like a ballerina, frozen mid-jump. Eventually, she might even allow him to record those moments for posterity.

The thought had him sucking in a harsh breath, and suddenly, he couldn’t keep his hands off her for a moment longer.

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Sexy Aliens

Hey, aliens can be very sexy, right? Do you remember when you thought about aliens, they were all little green men with huge heads and even large bug eyes? Times have changed. We’ve romanticized our concept of aliens, which makes writing romance oh-so delicious. For everyone who had a feeling that there might be a second in the Cenzan world, you were right. Releasing on February 22nd, you just might find out some answers.

Maybe…

Take the very first taste of what is now called Mastering Their Mate – but the title is going to change.

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

alien oneI wasn’t one of them.

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

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

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

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

The aliens.

Predators.

The bastards who’d killed my father.

Fuck them.

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

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

Captain, huh? Who the hell cared?

“Oh, no.”

“Be quiet, Lexi.”

“Don’t anger them.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was no more.

The Cenzans were preparing to take over.

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

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

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

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

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

But they didn’t.

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

“Get off me, you bastards!”

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

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

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

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TAMING HIS BRAT

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

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

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

“Wish upon a star tonight.”

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

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

“Mmm…”

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

“I don’t have a wish.”

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

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

“When?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why? I don’t understand.”

“You don’t know?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looked away, a deep breath escaping his lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, what are you reading this weekend?

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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Wicked and Wild…What Could Be Better?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MILLIONAIRE DADDY

EXCERPT

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

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

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

“Come here, baby girl.”

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

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

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

“Open the bag and remove the contents.”

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

“Take them out,” he instructed.

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

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

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

“Continue.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CAUGHT: A DARK MAFIA ROMANCE

SYNOPSIS

You don’t say no to a man like him.

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

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

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

EXCERPT

Jagger

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

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

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

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

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

“Well. Well. What do we have here?”

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

As well as carnal desire.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How. Dare. You.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are a fucking murderer,” she whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You. Wouldn’t. Dare.”

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

Kisses…

Piper

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Enemies to Lovers?

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

EXCERPT

Bloodshed. Death. Destruction.

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

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

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

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

Good riddance.

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

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

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

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

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

And not a single person would have opened their mouth.

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

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

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

At least the majority of the time.

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

And I was one of them.

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

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

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

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CONQUERING THEIR MATE

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

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

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

Conquering Their Mate… Imagine if…

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

Surrender or fight?

You tell me…

CONQUERING THEIR MATE

SYNOPSIS

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

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

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

EXCERPT

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

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

“Fuck you.”

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

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

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

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

And she was everything I craved.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing.”

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

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

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

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

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

“And I said, no.”

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

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

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

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

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

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

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

“You’re an asshole.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But?”

“I don’t understand.”

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

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

“What? I…”

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

“I…”

“Fiona. Do you understand?”

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

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

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

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

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

Kisses, spanks and fantasies of big, juicy aliens!

Piper

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My Special Guest – Poppy Flynn

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

FEAR’S WHISPER – CLUB RISQUE 2

SYNOPSIS

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

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

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

EXCERPT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

do with sex.

BIO

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

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

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

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

WHERE TO FIND HER

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Kisses…

Piper