Friday, April 29, 2016

The Missing by Sara Anderson

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The Missing

Wild Mountain Shifters, book 3

by Sara Anderson

Published by Evernight Publishing

Cover Art by Jay Aheer with Simply Defined Art

Blurb
Aaron, a tactical paramedic, knew Mandy was his mate when he first met her. Although she is shy, she had a kind heart and Aaron knew she was the one woman he wanted forever. Over time their relationship grew until they were both ready to commit to a lifelong mating ceremony.

When Mandy goes missing, Aaron fears the worst, since a rogue shifter tampered with her memory. Even if they find her, she may not remember him, or how much they loved each other.

However, there is more to worry about than Mandy’s memory. Brainwashed humans are attacking shifters and humans alike. Not only are the residents and visitors to their shifter community in the Colorado mountains in danger, but if the violence attracts national attention, their secret could be exposed, endangering them all. 

PG Excerpt
“My mate is cold.” Aaron placed his large hands on her arms and ran them up and down her chilly arms.

The heat from his touch made her shiver. Her knees felt weak, and her heart pounded so loud in her ears. Her hands stroked over his chest. The fabric from his sweater was soft, but she could feel his hard muscles underneath. Her tongue swept over her lips as her body tingled.

His gaze locked with hers, and he slowly smiled. He reached over and opened the storm door. “I am going to have to warm you up.”  He picked her up and carried her through the door, while holding her close.

Mandy rested her head on his shoulder. Aaron’s scent was fresh and clean, making her heat up even more. She shivered with desire and gave in to the temptation to lick his throat.

Aaron growled, and his grip on her tightened. Mandy smiled, knowing the effect she had on him. He placed her on their soft bed and peeled off his sweater. He tossed it over his shoulder before leaning down over her. His larger body covered hers.

Mandy’s hands ran over his smooth, warm skin. Her eyes followed her hands. She touched the pink scars from the knife wounds, thankful that Aaron was all right. Everyone downplayed his injuries, but she knew he’d been seriously injured. She looked into his face and smiled. He tried so hard to protect her.

Aaron pulled himself up and gripped the bottom of her shirt. He pulled it up and over her head, and tossed it to join his sweater. He licked his lips as his eyes met hers. “You are so beautiful, and all mine.” 

R Excerpt

It had been so long since he had been able to see Mandy’s submission. He loved how she surrendered to him, and only him. Mandy had always been shy and quiet, but she had a passionate streak she let very few see.

Aaron reached down and circled a nipple with his finger, making Mandy tense. After one was highly puckered, he concentrated on the other one. Mandy whimpered, but kept her hands where he told her. Now he was really going to test her. “You may scream as loud as
you like, but you may not move.” He smiled when she tensed but nodded her head.

Aaron pushed her legs farther apart and looked at her glistening pussy. He pulled the folds apart, revealing her swollen clit, and blew on it. Her hips bucked as she gasped. Aaron gave her a light tap on her thigh. “Do not move.”

Mandy whimpered then hissed in a breath as his tongue lightly traced her clit. “Aaron, I can’t.” She cried out and raised her hips again.

Aaron smacked her again a bit harder. “I said don’t move, or you’ll be punished.”

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Author Bio
I was born in a suburb of Chicago, but I lived in many states before settling in rural Missouri.
I wrote my first story in elementary school. The first time, the assignment was to write at least two sentences for the four pictures the teacher us. My imagination ignited, and I wrote pages instead of just a few sentences.  I still remember the teacher pulling me aside after class and telling me how impressed she was with the story I wrote.
I met my husband in Colorado Springs when he was stationed at Ft. Carson in Colorado Springs. We had only been dating a short time before we were inseparable. Mutual friends started making bets about when we would marry. To thwart their bets, we picked a day no one had bet on. We have been happily married for over 20 years, so although we married on a bet, we both came out the winners.
I am now a stay at home mother to my 3 children. When I am not playing with my children, I can be found writing a romance story.
I write romance stories with happy endings. I love a story with some suspense, but the hero arrives just in time.
Email me at saraanderson628@gmail.com.
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Wednesday, April 20, 2016

His Prize by Doris O'Connor

From the Author…
Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my newest release His Prize. I fell hopelessly in love with all of The Cleaners when I was writing Ren and Susie’s story, and I hope readers will too. His Prize was, in fact, my first attempt at writing dark romance and I enjoyed it so much that the series was born. All of The Cleaners will find and claim their ladies in future books, so look out for them.
Now without further ado, I give you Ren and Susie. Enjoy!
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Blurb:
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It’s the choice of her life—submit or die. 
When Susie Elliot stumbles into the middle of a clean-up, undertaken by none other than Ellis Reynolds, she expects her life to be over. No one disturbs this ruthlessly efficient killer and lives to tell the tale.
The man they call Ren has no time for tender feelings, but there is something about the curvaceous redhead that calls to him. Rather than killing her he claims her as his prize. One night should be more than enough time to get her out of his system. However, Susie’s submission means Ren has to confront emotions, completely alien to him. Killing is easy. This relationship thing is fraught with problems.
When his criminal activities catch up with him, loyalties are tested to the max, and Susie has another choice to make—walk away, or stay and accept the darkness within.
Be warned: BDSM, anal sex, impact play
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Excerpt:
“Problem, Sir?” she asked and did her best to glare at him. “You mean apart from being kept a prisoner by you?”
Her frown deepened when Ren swung his head back and laughed.
“Yes, apart from that small detail. And watch the sass. You’re not in a position to exhibit any. I still owe you a punishment as it stands. I’ referring to the loan sharks, for starters.”
He paused to assess her reaction, and when she simply stared at him, seemingly lost for words, he smirked.
“They won’t bother you again, as I’ve pointed out the error of their ways of collecting on our territory. Once they realized you were a Huntly girl, they couldn’t have been more cooperative. Shame, really, I’d have enjoyed killing them…”
A strangled groan escaped her at his words, and he drank in her sudden fear.
“Which leaves your punishment.”
Her eyes widened when he walked over to the rack where he kept his assortment of impact play toys. Running his fingers slowly along them he kept an eye on her expression. The whip made her tense, whereas the flogger made her breathing speed up in seeming anticipation. The cane elicited a similar reaction to the whip, whereas the paddles didn’t seem to faze her at all. In the end he settled for one of his personal favorites. He knew he made the right decision when she didn’t seem capable of tearing her eyes away from the riding crop. She jumped when he slapped it into his open hand, and shivers raced over her skin as he traced the end around her nipples. The little pink nubs firmed under the gentle pressure he used, and Susie gasped when he slapped the underside of each breasts with the end of the crop. Not hard enough to truly hurt her, just enough to leave a very satisfactory red mark behind. Her sweet musk increased, and a quick glance between her open legs confirmed what Ren already knew. She was getting off on this.
Her ex had been most informative in the end. Then again, being strung up by one’s balls tended to make a man sing like a fucking canary. Ren knew all he needed to about this delightful young woman. A natural submissive, she’d thrived under the experienced Doms in the club, Ren, too, occasionally attended. She had been less responsive to Brian’s brand of sadism. Then again that wanker wouldn’t know what to do with true submission if it hit him in the ass and bit him. He’d only been interested in getting Suzie trained up, so that he could sell her on. When the redhead had realized his plans, she’d run. Straight to Huntly and ultimately Ren, which meant her delectable curves were now his for the taking.
He ran the tip of the crop lower, over the quivering flesh of her rounded belly, until he hit the juncture of her thighs. A groan escaped his girl when he teased the crop up and down either side of her slit, and her puffy lips swelled further as more blood rushed to the area. Her clit stood even more erect, and Suzie’s whole body stiffened when he ran lazy circles around that bundle of nerves. The chains clanked, her toes curled under, and her breaths came in short, staccato bursts. More of her sweet musk escaped her clenching hole and dribbled down into the cleft of her ass, as her body climbed toward release.
“I haven’t given you permission to come, pumpkin, remember that.”
Another one of those cock hardening groans was her response, and chuckling Ren increased the pressure he used, while Suzie bit her lips so hard she drew blood in her seeming effort to control her body. The fact that she did wasn’t lost on him. The girl’s submissive streak ran deep, and she had been well trained indeed to respond to his command so instinctively.
“Good girl, how close are you right now?”
Ren withdrew the crop after one long last swipe through her sodden slit, which left the leather soaked in her juices. Such a fucking turn-on.
When she didn’t answer him, he brought the crop down hard on her quivering clit.
Susie screamed and bucked against her restraints, and the fire in her passion glazed eyes when she glared at him made his balls ache anew. There she was, his little hell cat.
“I asked you a question, and I expect an answer, girl, otherwise, I shall leave you strapped up liked this all night, and in a chastity belt to boot, with both your holes plugged and no chance of any relief soon.”
Ren smirked at the way she frantically shook her head.
“Sir, please. I … don’t I get a safeword?”
Tears streamed down Susie’s face, and Ren shook his head in wry amusement.
“How cute that you think this is an option here. Let’s get one thing straight, girl. You’re mine, and I’m going to do to you what I damn well please, and there isn’t a thing you can do to stop me.”
Susie sniffed and gave a reluctant nod.
“Fine, but I hate you.”
The words were brave, but there was no conviction behind them, and when Ren resumed the slow torture of her clit with the end of the crop, Suzie’s feminine mewls of need told him an entirely different story.
“So you say, but your body wants me anyway. Here, taste how wet you are for the man you profess to hate.”
Ren slowly brought the crop up her curves, leaving a wet trail of her arousal behind on her flawless skin, and it was a matter of moments to shove the crop past her lips.
A gasp was his reward, and Ren smiled.
“Lick it clean, and then tell me again how much you hate what I’m doing to you.
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Doris O'Connor 2016Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
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