When the overseers of LA’s most exclusive BDSM club declare the start of a sexy new game that all members must play Anna has no choice but to participate. Master Jensen knows who, and what, he wants—Anna—but before he can have her he’ll have to prove to the lovely submissive that he can master every letter of the alphabet.
Are you ready for some serious sexiness? If yes, you need “A is for…”
This super sexy BDSM story was originally intended to be straight erotic. None of this “plot” or “romance” nonsense, but low and behold…it ended up having both.
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Blame it on the Bass releases today. Today. Book Six of the Heart of Fame series releases today. Who would have thought I’d be six books into a series way back in September 2011 when I wrote a little novella called Tropical Sin about two best friends and the jaded rock star that brought them together? I am so very proud of this book (I think it’s my best book to date) and hope those of you who have been following along love it as well. (Check out the graphic at the very end of this post to see how all the worlds of my contemporary romance stories connect)
Can they mend his broken heart?
Heart of Fame, Book 6
After a horrific accident robs rock legend Levi Levistan and his long-time partner, Corbin, of their dream of becoming parents, Levi is lost in a sea of grief. Until he runs into an old high school flame and their chemistry reignites.
Corbin Smith is intent on bridging the chasm between their hearts. But witnessing his lover’s steamy onstage kiss with a woman jolts him to the core with sexual arousal. And he realizes the key to their healing is standing in Levi’s arms.
As an erotic romance editor, nothing much unsettles Sonja Stone. She’s not even surprised at her body’s powerful reaction to Levi’s kiss. But when Corbin approaches them, eyes smoldering with hunger, his suggestion shakes her to the core.
Sensing their unspoken wounds, Sonja agrees to take a chance on a threesome. Their union is explosively perfect, but something is holding Levi back from sealing their searing emotional connection. Something that could destroy their love once and for all…
This book contains angst, torment, sarcasm, humour, scorching m/m sex, searing m/f sex and explosive m/m/f sex. And a memory of a horrific past that may disturb some readers.
Sonja’s heart didn’t just jump into her throat. It rammed up there in an explosive beat and tried to pound its way from her body. She gaped at him. Then she caught herself gaping at him and scowled instead. “What the hell are you doing here? Are you stalking me?”
He laughed, a wry chuckle she’d never forgotten. It had been the kind of chuckle he gave anyone foolish enough to tell him he was good at something. The kind that said he didn’t think he was, but thank you for the thought. “No,” he said, the corners of his eyes crinkling. For the first time, Sonja noticed the wrinkles there. It made her realize he wasn’t an eighteen-year-old boy anymore. Nor was she sixteen.
Scowling some more, she leant her elbow on the side of the doorframe. And then realized the action—designed to look sarcastically indifferent—raised the hem of her T-shirt.
Dropping her arm, she pressed her thighs together. She wanted to tug at the hem of her shirt but didn’t. She was ninety-nine percent certain there was nothing peeking out down there. God, when was the last time she’d trimmed? “How’d you know where I lived?” she asked, mentally cringing at the blush heating her cheeks. Christ, why was she thinking about her pubic hair now? “And more to the point, what the hell are you doing here?”
A small smile pulled at Levi’s lips. Sonja pressed her thighs harder together, her heart fast. She remembered all too easily how wonderful those lips felt on hers. And thanks to her dreams, how exquisite they felt sealed around her nipples. And down on her—
“I called my agent,” Levi said. There was no apology in his voice, nor boast. Just a simple statement of fact. “Told him to get your address.”
Sonja gave him a mocking face. “Oh, of course, why didn’t I think of that?”
He gave her one back. The kind that said duh. But his smile curled a little wider, and the playful light she remembered just as well as the feel of his lips danced in his eyes. For a moment.
A heartbeat of silence stretched between them, all the more absurd, in Sonja’s opinion, by the fact she was half-naked and he was stupidly famous and on her doorstep to begin with.
Huffing out a sigh, she crossed her arms over her breasts. Someone had to make the first move, may as well be her. “Why did you tell your agent to get my address, Stan? Why are you here?”
Tension stole over him at her question. The small smile on his lips and in his eyes faded. He balled his hands into fists at his side. His gaze flicked around the air above her head. “I need to ask…there’s something I want…something I’m hoping you…”
Sonja cocked an eyebrow. Levi Levistan visibly flustered? This was a first. “Something your agent can’t procure for you?” She knew she wasn’t being easy on him. Why that was the case, she wasn’t sure. Maybe because he’d swooped back into her life from out the blue, kissing her when he had no right to do so. Making her have horny dreams about him and his boyfriend. Maybe because he was famous and had forgotten all about her.
A cool autumn wind swirled around her bare legs, making her nipples pinch into pointed tips. Narrowing her eyes, she wriggled her arms closer to her breasts. She didn’t want him seeing her hard nipples and thinking they were that way because of him.
But they are that way because of him. The breeze isn’t that cool, woman, and you know it.
“Maybe you need to pay him more?” she suggested. “Isn’t that what agents are meant to be for? I know the literary agents I have to deal with all seem hell bent on getting whatever their clients want, and none of my authors are as famous as you.”
“Oh, that’s right. We haven’t spoken for over two decades, have we?” She didn’t hide her mocking tone. “All we’ve done is sing together, snog in public and then had some weird threesome-argument thing in a crowded bar.”
Today marks the release of not one, but two stories in the Big Easy series. Well…sort of. Prior to today, you could only purchase Crash Point as part of the Riding Desire: Bad Boy Bikers box set. But now…it’s available to purchase individually as well.
Chance has brought Blake Mills back into her life. The textbook bad boy Chloe gave her young body and tender love to ten long years ago. He betrayed her trust, broke her heart, stole from her family…proved just how bad he truly was. Her fury still rages a decade later–so why does she want him more than ever?
Blake never stopped wanting Chloe Lewis. Through years of bad choices, Chloe was his guiding light, leading him away from a life of crime to turn him into the man he’s become, a respectable, decorated member of the NOPD. Now, seeing her again, Blake understands the mere memory of their love, their combustible lust, will never be enough.
When they reach the crash point, will love be enough to save them?
“Chloe. Look at me.”
Her eyelids flittered open, her vision clearly fuzzy. He waited until her focus returned. He saw the moment it happened because a crease formed in her brow. They’d acted on impulse, neither of them considering the consequences of what they were doing until now.
Blake’s heart raced and his jaw clenched as he resisted the overwhelming need to thrust, to pound, to fuck.
“I won’t be another regret.”
She frowned. “What?”
“I know you regret what happened between us all those years ago and I wish there was some way I could go back in time and change what I did, but I can’t. I can’t undo the hurt, Chloe. Can’t fix the mistakes.”
“But I’m telling you right now, I can’t be another regret in your life. If that’s what this is going to be, say so and I’ll stop.”
She didn’t speak for several tense moments. Blake held his tongue, gave her time to decide while silently praying he’d have the strength to leave her if that was what she asked.
Finally, she cupped his cheek in her hand. “I don’t want you to stop.”
How much is she willing to risk for a forbidden fantasy?
Though Bella Carper has crushed on Justin and Ned since her first day on the job, she’s smart enough to know a ménage with her hot bosses is probably number one on the list of workplace no-nos. But a frigid genius wouldn’t say no to their exceptionally tempting offer — a no-holds-barred night of wicked fantasies at a local sex club.
Justin and Ned believe in propriety in the workplace, but falling for their sexy graphic artist has blurred the line between professional and personal. These Big Easy men might surprise their small-town girl with their bedroom habits. But the biggest shock could come the morning after…when Bella discovers what they really want.
“Open your legs. I want to see exactly how wet you are.” Justin tugged on her knee as he issued the command, then felt Ned’s hand on the other. Her thighs parted easily as her skirt inched higher. She tried to tug it down, but Ned caught her wrist, his voice deep, stern.
“Ned,” she whispered, uncertainty creeping in again. There was a difference between talking and doing. They’d test her limits tonight, push her completely out of her comfort zone.
Justin leaned closer, trying to set her mind at ease. Ned was always too intense, his need to control a woman coming out stronger, darker. While Justin didn’t think Bella was balking, she was still a novice and probably not completely confident in her decision to pursue this adventure. “Trust us, Bells. We’ll never hurt you.”
Her expression cleared, showing him just how much faith she had in them. It twisted Justin’s insides, made him warm, happy.
She touched his face gently. “I do trust you. Completely. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
Unable to resist any longer, Justin ran his hand along the inside of her leg. He sat close enough to hear her sharp intake of breath. The heat of her pussy hit him before his fingers reached their goal. Their girl was on fire.
Then he hit pay dirt. Bella’s eyes closed as he stroked his finger along her slit. She was heat and moisture and sex incarnate.
Ned leaned closer. “Don’t close your eyes, Bella. Look at what’s happening on that stage.”
Bella lifted her eyelids slowly and he watched her struggle to focus. Justin studied her face and realized when she recognized what was happening in the performance.
“She misbehaved,” Ned whispered as Justin circled her clit. Bella bit her lip so tightly, he worried she’d split the skin and draw blood.
Ned continued to talk about the show onstage. “Her teacher is angry with her. He’s punishing her.”
The actor onstage—the professor—had bent his naughty schoolgirl over his desk and taken out a ruler. The scene was an old, familiar one, but Justin could tell from Bella’s responses it was speaking to some hidden desires. Did she like the idea of being punished by an authority figure?
She slid down on her chair—just a little, but enough—to allow Justin better access to her pussy. He didn’t accept her invitation, determined to crank the heat even higher. While the silent actions of her body told him she wanted a stronger touch, he wouldn’t give in until she was pleading, begging. He dragged his finger over her clit once more, making the touch lighter this time.
She groaned softly.
“We’ll punish you the same way the next time you’re late to work.”
Bella’s gaze jerked to Ned’s face. No doubt she wanted to reiterate the time limit she’d placed on this encounter, but neither of them was in the mood to continue that pretense. Justin pressed on her clit again, distracting her before moving lower to circle the entrance to her pussy.
Bella’s breathing became more labored. Between Justin’s touches and Ned’s dirty promises, she appeared to be losing her grip, relinquishing control of her inhibitions.
“We’ll pull you into my office, bend you over the desk, lift your skirt and yank down your panties.”
“I don’t wear skirts to work,” Bella whispered, though it was clear she was turned-on by Ned’s story.
“You will from now on. We’re changing the dress code for you.”
She looked as if she would argue, so Justin went for more distraction, pressing the tip of his finger into her wet pussy.
She closed her eyes, her expression betraying how much she loved this. She gave herself up to the moment.
“I’ll pull a ruler out of my desk drawer and Justin and I will take turns spanking you. I want to see that sexy ass of yours blush as prettily as your cheeks are right now.”
Justin pressed his finger deeper, realizing Ned’s fantasy wasn’t just working against Bella. His cock was so stiff it hurt. The tight clench of her pussy didn’t help. She felt like heaven.
Ned added more fuel to the fire building in her body. “Once we’ve finished punishing you, we’ll take turns fucking you from behind. You’re going to spend hours with our cocks inside you from now on, beauty.”
So what better way to celebrate than with a collection of some of the finest men on the planet…
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I want to thank you all for joining me this week! I’ve had a lot of fun sharing excerpts from upcoming titles. I thought I would end the week with the book I’m working on right now. It’s called Siren Reborn and it’s the seventh book in my Sophie Oak Texas Sirens series. I don’t have a release date or a cover, but I thought I’d give you a sneak peek. I’m hoping to have it out this summer.
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He held the door open for her. “Find your position.”
He was relieved to close the door and shut out the rest of the world. This was his dungeon. He was in control here. He had the power.
Kitten immediately sank down, her knees gracefully finding the wood of the floor. Her legs spread wide in a conscious show of her beauty. Palms up. Back straight but with no real tension to it. Her head was at the perfect angle.
Her slave pose was perfect. She needed not an ounce of his teaching when it came to this.
“Which of your Doms taught you how to greet him with such perfection?” He was curious. He would bet it was one of the Dawson brothers, Chase, most likely. He was known to have very particular tastes.
“It was Hawk. He made me practice until I got it perfect.”
Cole’s stomach turned. He didn’t want to think about what that psychopath had done to ensure she was sheer perfection. “I’m sorry I brought it up.”
Kitten’s head came up and there was a frown on her face. “Does where it came from change the beauty of a thing? Should I not take pride in how I greet my Master because it came from something ugly?”
A minefield, but then half the time he felt like he was walking in one with her. He needed to be honest and forthright. “I think you’re beautiful, but I worry that every time I ask you to find your position, you’ll think about how you obtained the knowledge.”
She bit her bottom lip, a thing he’d come to associate with her thinking. “That time is a part of me. Maybe it’s an ugly part, but it’s always here. Should I not accept it? Should I fight to forget?”
“You should fight so you don’t have to think about it everyday, so you can get back to the girl you were. That way you can move on with your life. With the life we could have here.”
She was quiet for a moment and he rather hoped they were ready to move on, but these sessions were about her and she chose to spend them talking, then he would listen. Finally her eyes came up and she caught his. “Sir, I’m twenty-five. Is any twenty-five yer old really the same person she was at eighteen? At twenty? Even if I hadn’t been taken, I would have changed. I can’t pretend like my life was put on pause and go back to that moment. Besides, I didn’t particularly like the person I was before.”
This was exactly what he worried about. This was why he’d held back. “So you like the person your captor turned you into?”
“No, but I do like the woman who survived.” There was a sheen of tears in her eyes but there something prideful about them. These weren’t tears of sadness. They were the emotions of a woman who was standing up for herself even as she was on her knees.
He didn’t understand her, but he admired her. He wanted her. He couldn’t have her yet, not until he found that understanding he needed to move on, but he could certainly give her what she needed. “I like that woman, too, pet. Now let’s get on to tonight’s session.”
A flogging. It would relax them both. That was what they both needed, a good long session to ease all the tension. He would find his top space. She could spend her time in sub space. It would all be fine and they would begin again in the morning. He turned and studied the wall of impact toys. Each had been lovingly handcrafted.
Deer skin to start? He needed to ease her into it, but she really like a big bite of pain.
“What happened between you and Mason, Sir?”
“Have you forgotten protocol?” The question came out a bit harsher than he’d intended, but then her words had been completely unexpected. Kitten was perfect. When she got to the dungeon she only spoke when spoken to and followed every rule. She wasn’t the type of sub who misbehaved to get punished. She expected the punishment as a reward for good behavior, not the other way around.
Her eyes slid to the floor and she was silent again. Though she didn’t move a muscle, some of the ease of their company had left. There was a tension between them now that he hated, a definite distance.
“I don’t talk to my submissives, Kitten. Not in that way.” He hadn’t covered this in their contract and it hadn’t come up. “I will listen to anything you want to say, but I’m not the type of man who needs to talk things out. What happened between Mason and myself is ancient history and it will remain that way. All you need to know is that he and I had a falling out and it will not affect you. We will mind our manners around you. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice held none of the warmth from before. It was soft, submissive but the personality had leeched away.
They were back to Dom and sub and just for a moment they had seemed like something close to friends.
Did he want to be friends with her? He hadn’t been what he would call friends with his other submissives. There hadn’t been many. Just three. Anna was happily married with a couple of kids and living in Oregon now. She’d been the first, but she’d known what she wanted and it hadn’t been a permanent ménage. Leah had been a wild thing. She and Mason had gotten into so much trouble together, but she left, too. She’d been a butterfly flitting around from flower to flower. And Emily. He’d certainly not been friends with Emily. He’d been an odd combination of father figure, Dom and therapist. He’d certainly had to be her disciplinarian.
What did he want to be to Kitten? Just her Dom? Did he want to put her in a space slotted for relaxation and a sense of accomplishment?
What did she really need from him?
He looked up and realized minutes had passed. How many he wasn’t sure, but Kitten hadn’t moved. Discipline. She was the very definition of the word.
And he rather missed the brat who tried to manipulate him, the one who grinned in a wickedly sensual way, the imp who brushed her breasts against his arms as she’d served him dinner.
“Come here.” If he was going to do this, he could at least kill two birds with one stone. “I’ll talk while I warm you up. Would you like that? I warn you, it’s not a happy story.”
The smile on her face as she got to his feet was worth any discomfort talking about his relationship with Mason would bring.
“Yes, Sir. I would like that very much.” She practically ran to the spanking bench, her breasts bouncing sweetly.
“Hey,” he said in a moment of complete impulse. “You should kiss your Dom before he services you.”
He’d gotten her off a couple of times, but he’d never kissed her and now that seemed like such a stupid thing to have put off. Perhaps he was being too cautious. They both needed a little affection.
She bounced back up. One of the things he adored about her was her boundless enthusiasm. The minute she walked in a room, it felt like the lights came on for the first time. The energy went up or down based on her mood. And that grin she had when she was truly happy did weird things to his heart.
The way looking at Mason used to move him.
“Is this a new protocol?” Kitten asked with wide, innocent eyes as she went on her tip toes.
He loved protocol because it taught him how to behave. It gave him a structure to his life he deeply needed because he didn’t always understand the social niceties. It taught him how to act. Like his father had taught him to always look a person in the eyes when he talked to them, even though it hadn’t been his instinct. Like Mason had taught him that hugging and kissing could be nice and then he’d shown him an entirely different world. “Yes. The new protocol is that your Dom gets a kiss before and after a session.”
She put her hands on the side of his face and the sweetest look came over her. She seemed to study him for a moment, her eyes taking him in to the point that he almost felt uncomfortable.
“Do you not want to kiss me?” He wasn’t sure how he would handle that.
“No, Sir. It’s the first kiss. Our first kiss. I want to remember it.”
It felt like a fist closed around his heart, squeezing tight. “Kitten, I’m going to ask you a question and I need a real and true answer from you.”
“Have you ever willingly kissed a man?”
Her hands found his hair and she ran her fingers through slowly as though she was attempting to memorize the feel. “No. I had a sheltered childhood and then I was taken. When I got to The Club, I had Doms, but none of them wanted to kiss me. The rest was not my choice so this is my first kiss and I want to make it count.”
Now he knew why he hesitated, why he’d waited. He was afraid. He was afraid he would screw it up for her. Afraid that what that monster hadn’t managed to ruin with his violence, he would do with his coldness. He didn’t want to be cold with her, but he wasn’t certain how to loosen the reins.
You’ve never kissed a man before. Have you kissed a girl, Cole?
“Mason was my first kiss.”
“Really?” Every time he offered her some little piece of his soul, she lit up like fire being stoked to life.
He nodded. “I was very single minded in my studies. Very competitive. A little shy. Hell, I was very shy, Kitten. I was overweight and I wore these thick glasses because I couldn’t stand the thought of contacts. I met him at my father’s country club. His father was the groundskeeper. I kissed him in the woods behind the ninth hole.”
“You kissed him?”
He nodded. “He insisted. He said he’d kissed a bunch of girls and a couple of guys by then and that I should be allowed to discover what I liked. So why don’t you kiss me?”
There were tears in her eyes as she went on her tip toes. They still terrified him but now he was beginning to see her willingness to show her emotions as a type of strength.
She touched his face, her eyes carefully taking him in as though studying him. Her fingertips brushed along the planes of cheeks, over his nose, tracing the lines of his jaw.
He was always in control except for those brief moments when he’d tangled with Mason and they wrestled like wild cats trying to prove their strength. He’d never once had this singular moment of discovery, never had a woman stare at him like he was a treasure she’d found and in that one moment, he realized why a sub was a sub.
There was a beauty in trusting someone to not harm him, in giving over and allowing another to have their way. It wasn’t something he could do often, but as he allowed Kitten to explore he realized that he hadn’t given her everything she needed. She needed to be worshipped, to feel like a thing of beauty.
She rubbed her cheek against his and his cock hardened painfully. Her body was so close. He could feel her heat, smell the shampoo in her hair.
Mason had understood what she needed immediately because it was what he needed, too.
Could he ever trust Mason again? Could he willingly stand still and let Mason rip his heart out again?
Still. It was odd to be so still because he was always in motion. Even sitting still, his mind always raced at a million miles an hour, but now he was forced to stop and really pay attention to her. Kitten was more animated than he’d ever seen her. Her brown eyes were lit up, glowing with some deep desire, some glorious discovery.
She was discovering him and if he took this as seriously as he should, he suddenly knew he could discover her, too.
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a kiss as much as I want this one.” He owed her honesty. He wanted her to know how crazy she was making him, how she was tearing down his walls and he felt like a kid again.
She bit her bottom lip. “Then I should make it a good one.”