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Critically acclaimed #military erotic #MM romance duo new to #audiobook from Lucy Felthouse @cw1985

Desert Heat & Native Tongue by Lucy Felthouse 
Now Available in Audiobook Format! 

The critically acclaimed military erotic romance duo, Desert Heat & Native Tongue by Lucy Felthouse are now available in audiobook format. Narrated by popular voice artist Joel Leslie, you can now listen to these stories on the go!

Desert Heat:
Their love is forbidden by rules, religion and risk. Yet still they can’t resist.
Captain Hugh Wilkes is on his last tour of duty in Afghanistan. The British Army is withdrawing, and Wilkes expects his posting to be event-free. That is, until he meets his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, who awakens desires in Wilkes that he’d almost forgotten about, and that won’t be ignored.
Native Tongue:
They may be back on British soil, but the battle isn’t over.
When Captain Hugh Wilkes fell for his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, he always knew things would never be easy. After months of complete secrecy, their return to England should have spelt an end to the sneaking around and the insane risks. But it seems there are many obstacles for them to overcome before they can truly be happy together. Can they get past those obstacles, or is this one battle too many for their fledgling relationship?
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Desert Heat:
“I enjoyed this story. The build up of the sexual tension between Wilkes and Balkhi had me at the edge of my seat up until the explosive moment when it came to a head. Another great novella, a quick and enjoyable read and easy to recommend.” 4 out of 5, Love Bites and Silk Ties
“What a great start to the story this was! I absolutely enjoyed this story. One thing I loved about this book was the quality of the detail. The descriptive is brilliant and it allowed me to submerge in the place and the characters. Thank You Lucy for allowing to read this instalment. Have read the sequel so watch this space!” 4 out of 5, Jo&Isalovebooks
Native Tongue:
“All in all, this is a fantastic story that brings the story of these two characters to a wonderful happy ever after. For sure, this is my favourite book from this author.” 5 out of 5, Love Bites and Silk Ties
“Native Tongue is the perfect, sweet ending to Hugh and Rustam’s story. One that starts off with a lot of stress, hardship and hiding. Now they can be together and there for each other in the open, with support and no fear. Perfect!” 3 Chicks After Dark
Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller) and Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at, or on Twitter and Facebook. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at:

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Guest author @SirenAllen has an alien protector #SciFi #romance Will he claim his mate

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TITLE – Her Alien Protector SERIES (& Book #) – The Beasts From Beyond Series AUTHOR – Siren Allen GENRE – Sci-Fi Romance PUBLICATION DATE – 5/28/16 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 352 pages PUBLISHER – Driven Independent Media COVER ARTIST – Driven Independent Media


Falling in love with a prisoner was against the rules.
So why was Lark allowing herself to get close to Raynor? He was domineering, cocky and much too handsome for his own good. Though her mind found him unbearable, her body was ready to endure anything he could deliver. However, inside of him lived a darkness unlike anything she’d ever witnessed. If the rumors were true, that darkness would consume any and everyone in its path. Lark was going to try her best to stay out of his way.
They called him The Destroyer.
Raynor Batiste was many things: a monster, a killer, one of the most feared creatures in the galaxy. He was a beast whose name sent shudders through his enemies. However, a prisoner he was not. He’d only allowed himself to be captured so he could get close to his mate, Lark Valdese.
That task was proving harder than he’d anticipated. Lark is afraid of what lives inside of him, and she should be. Yet, when her planet comes under attack, the evil lurking within him may be the only thing that can save her and her people. He’s willing to protect her planet, but his aid comes at a price, a price only Lark can pay.
Will Beauty give in to the Beast in order to save her world? Or will she learn that the monster inside of him is the reason her planet is being destroyed?
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A low growl reverberated through his chest. She halted on the stairs and glanced over her shoulder at him. She’d caught him staring. That was something she was going to have to get used to. He would never grow tired of staring at her. It was within his rights to do so, that, and much more. A blush crept up her neck, proving she wasn’t as immune to him as she pretended to be. “Take your eyes off my ass,” she ordered. “Where would you have me stare?” “Anywhere, but my ass. You know what, move, get in front of me.” She pressed her back to the wall, making room for him to move in front. Chuckling, he did as he was asked. His little mate, so used to giving orders. He couldn’t wait to turn the tables on her, to teach her what it was like to give in, to submit. “Hurry up,” she ordered. “Why are you always in a rush?” he called over his shoulder. “Because I have somewhere else to be.” He paused. “Where?” “With a friend.” Raynor turned around. Her eyes widened once their gazes met. He knew the darkness he was trying to hide was slipping free, spilling into his eyes. He couldn’t help it. His mate was in a rush to be rid of him so she could step into the arms of another. “Raynor, your eyes…” “What friend?” “Why do they swirl like that?” Because I’m close to losing it. “What friend?” “Why?” “What. Friend?” Lark rolled her eyes. He could sense how nervous she was. His brave mate hid it well. “Not friend, friends.” “More than one,” he snarled. Stars, what type of female was he mated to? “Of course.” He would kill them all. “How many?” He stepped forward. He needed their names. Where did they dwell? They would all die before the next solar flare. She stepped back, shrugging. “Ten maybe.” Ten? Ten! “The females here seem to pop out babies the way humans of Earth do.” Babies? “What?” “The nursery. I want to go there before they lock down for the waning.” “The babies are your friends? You mean, little ones?” “Yes, and we call them babies here. The babies and their mothers are my friends. I like checking on them.” Forehead creased, she placed her hands on her hips. “Do you have a problem with that?” Raynor grinned, finding it easier to breathe now. “No problems here.” Little ones. She liked little ones. Could his mate be any more perfect? He turned and continued his trek up the stairs, not wanting to keep his mate from her 'friends'.
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Author Photo - Siren AllenSiren Allen is a writer and lover of all things erotic and romantic. She resides in southern Mississippi where she writes steamy romances that are guaranteed to make you blush. When she’s not listening to the characters in her head and jotting down their adventures, she’s busy working as a Clinical Laboratory Technician.
Her weekends are spent writing and having sleepover’s for her wonderful nieces and nephews. She loves to travel, preferably with her husband, so he can do all of the driving. She enjoys time with her family, who are just as silly as she is. She doesn’t have any children…yet!
Her hobbies are reading, writing and shopping, though she hates trying on clothing. If she wasn’t a writer or a Laboratory Professional, she swears she would be a Secret Agent. But that’s the beauty of being a writer; you can create your own world and be whoever you want to be. In her imaginary world, she is Queen and her siblings are her minions.
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An @MyFamHrtBookRvw book tour with #giveaway #contemporaryromance from Jean Joachim

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TITLE – Unpredictable Love SERIES (& Book #) – Pine Grove Novels, Book #1 AUTHOR – Jean C. Joachim GENRE – Contemporary Small Town Romance LENGTH (#Pages/# Words) – 47,000 Words


Uh oh. Amber signed her sister’s name on a pen pal letter to a Marine. As usual, Jory Walker was stuck fixing her sister’s little white lie.
When letters poured in from SSGT Trent Stevens in Afghanistan, Jory had no choice but to correspond. Sure he’d be drooling over Amber’s bikini photo, thinking it was Jory. Since they’d never meet, what harm could it do if she sent him a few letters?
Would her charade boomerang replacing happiness with pain? What started off as an innocent ruse, morphed into a monstrous web of deceit. Maybe unpredictable love was destined to break her heart.


With patience, she’d fitted them together to form the image of a man she could almost touch. 
Sometimes, she’d reread three or four before turning out the light. She’d tacked his picture on the wall next to her bed. He was the last thing she saw before falling asleep and the first thing in the morning. Jory had planned to wind down the correspondence, but every day she eagerly awaited mail delivery, and a new peek into the mystery man who had inched his way into her heart. 
Admitting she had feelings for SSGT Trent Stevens wouldn’t happen. Jory wasn’t some foolish schoolgirl with a crush on a handsome Marine. She was a grown woman, who had been shouldering the responsibilities of an adult since she was seventeen. Her head wouldn’t be turned by a few letters and some fancy words. She was above that. Or so she thought.
Amber leaned against the doorjamb. “Uh, it’s after six, and I don’t see any dinner on the stove.” 
Jory’s lips compressed into a frown. She rose from her desk, fueled by anger. “You’ve got a lotta nerve. I’m up here beating my brains out, writing four Goddamn letters to Trent Stevens. Letters you should be writing! And you’re asking about dinner? Here’s the deal. You want me to write, fine. But you’ve gotta cook.” 
“Me?” Amber pointed at her own, ample chest. 
Jory nodded. 
“Really? I can’t cook.” 
“Then learn, damn it. It’s about time you did anyway.” 
“And if I don’t?” A sassy look crossed her sister’s face, and she rested one hand on her hip. 
“I’ll write to Staff Sergeant Trent Stevens and tell him you’re a fraud. Then, I’ll report you to Laura Dailey. They’ll drum you outta town.” 
“You wouldn’t do that.” Amber frowned, but Jory saw uncertainty in her eyes. 
The older one narrowed her eyes. “Try me.” 
Amber chewed her lip. “Okay, okay. But not every night.”
“Three nights a week.” 
“Three?” Amber’s voice shot up two octaves.
“That’s right. Like it or lump it.”
Amber made a face and huffed down the stairs. Jory broke into a smile as soon as her sister was out of sight. That’ll teach her. Besides, she needs to learn to cook and pull her weight around here.

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Jean Joachim is a best-selling romance fiction author, with books hitting the Amazon Top 100 list since 2012. The Renovated Heart won Best Novel of the Year from Love Romances Café. Lovers & Liars was a RomCon finalist in 2013. And The Marriage List tied for third place as Best Contemporary Romance from the Gulf Coast RWA. She was chosen Author of the Year in 2012 by the New York City chapter of Romance Writers of America.
Married and the mother of two sons, Jean lives in New York City. Early in the morning, you’ll find her at her computer, writing, with a cup of tea, her rescued put, Homer, by her side and a secret stash of black licorice.


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Finding Love #coverreveal contemporary #eroticromance @HotInkBooks What would you do to find love?

Jake’s a member of an elite club, the Candy Apple. Years ago, it used to be a gentlemen’s club, but now it caters for other needs. When he first sees Ellie sitting alone at one of the tables near the dance floor, he makes it his business to find out about her.
Jake’s enchanted by Ellie. He wants to give her what she needs.
Ellie takes him up on the offer.
The trouble is, Ellie’s needs will shock Jake and set him on a quest to find her, when after a night of passion and rescue, she slips away into the night.
Finding Love–a contemporary, erotic romance/suspense with a twist of darkness and an HEA.
What would you do to find love?
 Available July 2 from Hot Ink Press 

Please note trigger: Whilst this story does not feature domestic abuse, there is a description of a past abusive relationship from the heroine.

Read a teaser:
Jake drove to the Candy Apple and found a park in the lot they provided. There was no valet parking there. The Candy Apple was a semi-secretive place. Once a gentlemen’s club, the building ranged over four floors, though the basement floor wasn’t generally obvious, Jake knew about it. The exterior was verging on vintage, but an incredibly bright awning festooned the entry and extended to the wide first floor window where the coffee bar was situated. Over the top of the awning and around the shallow porch, shocking pink and white neon lights cast their glow onto the sidewalk. The steps leading to the front door shimmered under these lights and when it rained had the appearance of a surreal waterfall. No one entered the club unless they were a member. It seemed that introduction by a current member was the only way to join.
Jake strode along the white paved path leading from the parking lot and that joined the main street sidewalk. He ran up the short stoop of the club building, and met the security on the door. They knew him, but glanced at his membership card anyway.
“Good evening, Sir.”
He grinned at them. “Hi, is the place busy?”
“Not yet. Have a pleasant night.”
He smiled as he took the wide hall that led into the low-lit main room.
Jake sank gratefully onto the couch and stretched out his long legs. He leaned against the sumptuous, leather backrest to wait for midnight. His heartbeat practically matched the low thump of bass in the dance music seeping from the adjacent room. A sudden burst of the melody assailed his ears as the door opened and someone came through. He avoided the glance of the solitary man who passed him and studied the toes of his boots considering Ellie.
For the last five weeks, each Saturday night, Jake had watched her arrive at the club around twelve, sit quietly at one of the tables for an hour, and then leave. Initially, she’d been introduced to the place by a couple who were long-term members of the elite sex club—the Candy Apple. As far as Jake knew she hadn’t hooked up with anyone, and that intrigued him. He’d heard that she was looking for a Dom, but it appeared no one here appealed to her, because he’d seen her decline advances repeatedly. All the same, that rumor had stopped him approaching her so far. Maybe she’s not looking for a Dom at all, which would be good. Maybe she just needs the right guy to approach her...
He thought about her lovely face and the way her long hair caressed her bare shoulders as she sat at the table as if waiting. She always wore such clingy dresses it was easy to see the shape of her body. He’d watched as she walked, savored the gentle curve of her hips, licked his lips at the sight of her peaked nipples in the air-conditioned room. His fingers itched to roll those peaks. He ached to kiss her pretty mouth.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016 Hot Ink Press

Please welcome Tom from new #MMromance 'Love Unmasked' on release day #gayromance @EncompassInk

Love Unmasked

Handsome Tom Wells sets lonely Scott Palmer’s heart racing as he watches Tom come and go from his apartment across the street. Scott longs to meet Tom, and when he scores a new job delivering goods for a local distributor, fate hands him the opportunity.
Tom works in a nightclub—the Candy Apple, and in the sultry environs, a masked stranger seduces Tom. The seeds of passion are sown, but just who has ignited Tom’s passion?
Scott’s longing to know Tom leads him to join the elite nightclub. On his first visit, the club holds a masquerade event.
Who is kissing who? Who’s under the black velvet mask?

An erotic MM erotic romance, with a twist and an HEA. 

Hi Tom, welcome to the blog
Hi, thank you for inviting me to talk with you and your readers today.
Tell us a little bit about yourself
Well I’m the bar manager in the Candy Apple. I also serve there. That’s fun, actually.
What’s the club like ... who goes there?
The club caters for a wide cross section of society and every so often, Charlie, the owner and my boss, holds special events. The story features an event.
How would you describe yourself?
You mean looks? Well—tall, dark hair, blue eyes. I like to work out. If you mean personality, I’m a happy person in general, tolerant, accepting...
What do you like in a man as a boyfriend? (He smiles.)
Huh, now I’ve met Scott I won’t be looking for anyone else, but he’s exactly what I do like. He’s around the same height as me, muscled, dark hair, a little longer than mine, gray eyes that are so sexy, and in fact, he’s completely sexy.
Since you’ve fallen into describing Scott, tell us about him
He’s great. He’s loving and caring. He’s clever and works hard. He loves music like me, and working out. He’s special. Scott will always work things out and talk about stuff. I love him.
What’s hot about the story?
Hell, just about every love scene and then there’s the twist. It’s our story, Scott’s and mine ... our journey to love, but even I didn’t see it coming. I guess deep down I wanted love and I didn’t know how much until a few things happened.
Okay let’s have some quick questions
Lights on or off? (Tom starts laughing.)
Either and both.
Jeans or a suit?
Of course that depends on where I’m going. I wear both, doesn’t everyone, but if you’re asking what’s my favorite, it’s jeans.
Vanilla or chocolate?
Can I say strawberry?
Boxers or briefs? (He grins)
I own both styles. Commando’s a favorite in summer.
Favorite color
Really? Er ... blue
Favorite music
Not even a chance of answering that because I love so many styles of music, wait not jazz. My dad used to listen to jazz, old stuff. I couldn’t like it.
Sum up being gay in a sentence. (He looks surprised)
Never been asked to do that before. Okay, here goes. I was born like it and I’m cool with it. Does that sound familiar?
He’s laughing now and I know he’s quoted the book, but then again it’s Scott’s and his love story so they’re probably his words in the first place...
Thank you for being here today, Tom.
Thank you for talking with me. It’s been a lot of fun. I was nervous about what you’d ask, but yeah, it’s been good.

Read a teaser, 18+, from Love Unmasked, At the Candy Apple

The club opened and filled to bursting within half an hour. Tom served and danced along behind the bar to the music. He chatted with customers and other servers. The bass thumped, people swayed and spun on the dance floor. Lights glinted on the sequined and glitter sprinkled masks. A man beckoned to him from the end of the bar and Tom went to get the order. The guy wore a half mask. The black velvet covered his cheekbones and his dark hair curled over the forehead giving him a rakish look.

“Vodka and you.” The man leaned forward to speak so that Tom could hear above the music.

A spike of excitement mingled with surprise. This was a new pick up line and from a guy too. Tom took in the width of the man’s shoulders and his muscled chest beneath the white dress shirt. A black tie hung unfastened around the unbuttoned collar of the shirt and the man held his jacket in one hand.
“Ice?” Tom asked and flashed his eyes at the customer. That look was one he used on guys at the gay bar he went to sporadically.

“Mmm—if I can take it from your lips.”

Heat traveled up from Tom’s balls to his stomach. His cock stirred and lifted. This was a definite proposition and against all his usual rules, desire to risk saying yes filled him.

“Coming up.” He turned to get the drink. His heartbeat quickened as he picked up an ice cube and fit it between his lips. It wasn’t straight from the freezer so it didn’t stick, but the cold sent a shiver over him as he brought the vodka to the customer.

He leaned over the bar counter. Tom expected the guy to take the ice with his fingertips and that would have been sexy enough, but he met Tom halfway across the bar in an open-mouthed kiss to suck the ice cube from Tom’s lips.
A sweep of heated desire flew through Tom’s body and his cock hardened. His eyes closed instinctively and a low sound escaped him as his nose touched the man’s cheek just below the velvet mask. A light woody-citrus scent from the man’s after shave filled his head, and the man’s lips touched his sexily. Their masks rubbed together. A shiver went down Tom’s back. His ass clenched. He wanted this guy’s cock in his hands. If the guy asks to meet me, I’ll break my rules and agree. He drew away.

The guy gazed into Tom’s eyes as he crunched the ice.

Mesmerized by the scorching look, Tom waited, unable to tear himself away.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016, Encompass Ink an imprint of CHBB publishing house

You’re so pretty bet you taste like honey #MWTease from #MMRomance #NSFW

#MWtease comes from June 23 release #MMromance
Love Unmasked 
At the Candy Apple

Scott twisted around. He faced one of the most attractive guys he’d seen for a long time, if he didn’t count Tom. He took in the chiseled jaw and perfect lips of the dark haired and sultry eyed man standing close. Scott compared the man’s looks to Tom’s as he answered. “Not really new. I’m an infrequent visitor.” Scott preferred Tom’s blue eyes. He liked the way Tom had a dimple in one cheek when he smiled. Tom was sweeter. This man had the air of a predator. He was wolf-like. The thought made Scott smile and the man must have thought the smile was for him.
“You don’t come here often? Maybe I can remedy that. You have a perfect ass, made for fucking.”
A spike of shock went through Scott’s stomach, but his cock stirred at the words. He pushed away the sexual feeling. I don’t want this guy. I want Tom.
The man held out his hand. “Pleased to meet you. I don’t do names, but I do like sucking cocks now and again. Bet yours is sweet. You’re so pretty bet you taste like honey.”
Scott stared at the guy in awe. He’d been approached before of course in gay bars, but there was something insincere about this man. Scott didn’t even want to shake hands with this man and ignored the outstretched hand. He suddenly felt disgust, but then his sense of humor kicked in. “Have I got a sign pinned to my back saying ‘gay guy’?”
The man’s eyes grew darker.
The server had placed the spring water on the bar for Scott.
The man waved at it. “Let me get you a real drink.”
“I’m driving, thanks.”

The nameless man grinned at Scott. “I know you’re gay. I’ve seen you with the hot barman, talking, but obviously in love. Come to a room with me and I’ll teach you what love is.”
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016 Encompass Ink 
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From Russia with Rope: The Blood Red Rose Club no 5

Three's not a crowd when two of them are drop-dead-gorgeous Russian Doms, with a passion for rope. Dimitri Orlov and Valentin Polyakov are determined to win Olivia Dalguise. She is attracted to both of them, but fears to get hurt if Valentin goes back home. (she feels she must choose between them)
When danger threatens her and Dimitri's prize Borzoi, she realises what she really wants. Can the Doms of The Blood Red Rose Club rescue her and will Dimitri and Valentin come up with a way to give their sub her happy ever after ending?

Read an EXCERPT 18+

“Come with me, Olivia. Serena can cope with reception,” Dimitri said. Startled, she looked into his eyes and the desire she saw there made her toes curl.
“Yes, Dimitri. Serena, I will be back soon,” she said.
“No, Serena, she won’t. You can cope I’m sure.” Dimitri’s voice was low, but his tone brooked no argument. Olivia followed him into the club and over to a comfortable armchair. He sat and opened his legs wide, placing a cushion on the floor.
“Kneel, sub. Eyes on me.” She knelt and gazed up at him. “You’ve no need to be afraid. I won’t hurt you…much. We are going to negotiate a scene. I’ll tell you what I want, and then it’s up to you to choose to accept or not.”
“Very well, Dimitri,” she murmured, her gaze locked on his.
“Well, Dimitri won’t do. ‘Sir’ will be acceptable until we see where this is taking us. Do you want to choose a safe word or use ‘red?’
“‘Red’ will be fine, D…Sir.”
“Good girl. Now you filled in the forms setting your limits. I’ve read them and what I want to do doesn’t push your boundaries, tonight.”
“I filled them in ages ago and I’ve forgotten what I chose, but I trust you, Sir,” she said.
“We’d best add ‘yellow,’ then. If you need a break, or things are getting a bit too intense that will give you a pause to collect yourself and talk to me about what is bothering you. ‘Red’ will stop everything. Do you understand the difference?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Very well. Let’s begin by getting rid of all those clothes, Strip, sub. Clothes in a neat pile on that cushion.”
Olivia was surprised at her swift compliance with his order, for it was an order. She removed every stitch of clothing and folded each item carefully as instructed. Boy am I glad I’ve just had a visit to the beauty parlour. At least I am waxed and looking my best.
“Right, now over to the St Andrew’s cross,” Dimitri said. He walked over and selected soft leather cuffs, and then he attached them with Velcro to her wrists and ankles, checking to see they weren’t too tight. He took her left breast in his hand, cupped it, weighed it, played with her nipple until it stood erect and firm, and then he attached a nipple clamp, loosening it slightly when she yelped. He repeated the process with her right breast and stood back to admire his work.
“Beautiful. You have gorgeous breasts, pchelka. I have been wanting to play with them for ages. I am going to enjoy myself tonight.” His words sent a rush of moisture to her pussy and she clamped her legs together so he wouldn’t see. He chuckled.
“No, no, no. You have no secrets from your Dom.” He bent and, pushing her legs apart he inserted one finger between her folds, and then he withdrew and licked off the moisture. She was embarrassed and didn’t know where to look.
“Eyes on me, pchelka. You taste as good as you smell. Not for nothing did I choose to call you ‘my honey-bee.’ Now let’s begin. I want to see the nectar running down your legs tonight.” She gasped and he laughed. Then he attached the cuffs to the cross, leaving her spread-eagled with her back towards him. He checked that her breasts were free and the clamps still comfortable. She began to shake, caught between arousal and fear of what was to come.
“There, there, my pet. All will be well.” His hands on her felt right and she calmed down. He stepped back and suddenly she felt the soft thud of the flogger. He began gently, but gradually the force of the blows increased. It was nothing she couldn’t handle. He pelted her back, buttocks, and thighs. She couldn’t anticipate where the next blow was going to fall, and her skin became sensitised. She felt alive and aroused. The moisture gathered in her pussy and ran down her legs. She didn’t care. She felt herself floating, at peace. She was vaguely aware that he said something, but she didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She wanted to cling onto the delicious sensation as long as she could. She felt him release her ankles. She sagged and, when he released her wrists, she would have fallen, if he hadn’t caught her in his arms and lifted her up. She rested her head against him and gave herself up to his strong arms.
He sat down and drew her to him. “This will hurt, but I will make it better,” he said. When he removed the first nipple clamp and the blood flowed back she hissed and he bent his head to suckle and soothe her tortured nipple. She was more prepared for the second one’s release and enjoyed his attentions to her tender flesh, which his hot mouth and agile tongue soothed. She arched her back, offering herself to him. He redoubled his caresses and she moaned. He reached for water and a blanket, an obliging sub offered him. He cuddled her to his chest. She smelled his cologne mingled with sweat. How delicious he smells. Greatly daring she stuck out her tongue and licked his chest. He growled and tightened his hold on her. Tipping up her face he kissed her, tenderly at first, but as she opened for him and welcomed his kisses, they became more penetrating and passionate. He stroked her tongue with his and she responded. She could feel his swollen cock pressing into her bottom. Suddenly he took hold of her and settled her on her knees straddling his thighs.
 © Clair de Lune, Siren Publishing, 2016
 Author bio:

I live in Dumfries and Galloway in Southern Scotland, although I was born in South Yorkshire. I spent many happy years teaching, and when I retired, I became bored with just the domestic routine.
My youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own, and I wrote Initiation, book one in the Prometheus in Chains series. Since then, writing has become an important part of my life. It’s been like a roller-coaster ride, and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren, I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I joined Facebook, something I never dreamed I’d do, but I have made many good friends on there, some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life.
 I am indebted to my many readers and friends on Facebook, for their unfailing support and affection.
I would love to hear from you, and I always answer e-mails or contacts on Facebook.