Gunner’s Flame (Devil’s Outlaws #2) by Lynn Burke (@AuthorLynnBurke) #MCRomance #Erotic #Suspense #Series #HEA

by | Apr 8, 2019 | | 2 Comments

Blurb:

Mitch “Gunner” Flannigan rules the Devil’s Outlaws with a firm hand, one trained by his stint in the SEALs, yet tempered by empathy for other vets. When a curvy redhead in Army fatigues snags his attention—and puts him in the line of fire—he’s torn between wanting to bury himself between her lush thighs and helping to ease her return to American soil.

The recent death of Shelby’s mother and her cousin’s terrorizing only adds to the PTSD hindering her return to civilian life. Flames ignite when she’s thrown into Gunner’s arms, where she also finds safety with someone who understands her struggles.

Attempts on Gunner’s life threaten their future, but so do the secrets Shelby withholds from him. When those secrets come to light Gunner will have a decision to make. Will he choose to stand with his loyal Outlaw brothers or will he choose the path that crosses them—and leads him right into her arms?

Warning: Contains adult content, graphic violence, and dark emotional scenarios that may trigger some readers.

​PURCHASE LINKS:

Changeling Press – 15% sale: www.changelingpress.com/gunner-s-flame-devil-s-outlaws-mc-2-b-2851

Amazon Universal Link: http://mybook.to/GUNNERSFLAME

B&N: www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1130959894

Kobo: www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/gunner-s-flame

iTunes: itunes.apple.com/us/book/gunners-flame/id1457275424

*****

EXCERPT:

Appropriate or not, I rifled through Shelby’s bureau, pulling out comfortable-looking clothing rather than the sexy underthings I’d have loved to see on her body. The second she’d stripped down to a mere t-shirt, nipples pebbled from the cold air of the house, my dick had decided to fuck with the goddamn situation and enjoy the sights.

And her ass beneath those damn fatigues? Shit. Even better than I’d imagined.

I adjusted myself, teeth clenched, and made my way back across the hallway to the closed bathroom door. My soft knock went unanswered, and I opened the door enough to speak though. A blast of that herbal scent from her shampoo tightened my dick to the point of pain.

“I got you some clothes,” I said, slipping them onto the sink beside the door, keeping my gaze averted from the shower directly ahead.

“Thanks.” Her voice broke.

“You okay?” How many times had I asked her that, knowing she’d say yes even though she wasn’t? I wasn’t usually one for a loss of words. “Shelby?”

“Y—Yeah.” She sniffled a bit, and the shower shut off.

I forced myself to step back into the hall and quietly closed the door in front of me. Shelby had to be in shock—I wouldn’t put it past her to climb out of the shower without a thought of her nudity while I stood in the doorway.

Dick aching, hands clenched at my sides, I told myself she needed a friend, nothing more. Sitting on the edge of her bed to wait for her didn’t lessen the tight confines of my leathers. A bookshelf on the far wall held old paperbacks, pictures, and knickknacks, and even an old gray stuffed bunny that looked well-worn and well-loved.

I wondered at her life before that day, her childhood, what happy moments she’d tucked away in her memory. I wondered, too, at the life ahead of her and how she would cope with becoming a civilian again—alone, without family except for a cousin she wasn’t close with, and without the brotherhood-type club that had helped me.

While I expected she wouldn’t be able to handle group therapy, I knew of two therapists who would fit her in if asked. Talking her into it would be another matter altogether since most returning vets didn’t want to be seen as being weak—even though seeking help wasn’t in my book.

With a shitty family—old, drunk dad, deceased mom, younger sister addicted to pain killers—I’d been thankful to find someone who helped me unload. I’d had a few girlfriends here and there, but none of them had understood my need for the Navy and the Outlaws after getting out. I needed that companionship, that brotherhood that gave my life meaning after struggling to adapt to home again.

Shelby’s arrival in the bedroom’s doorway prickled my skin with awareness and wiped all thoughts but her from my head.

Waves of damp red hair hung to her waist. She’d gone without the bra I’d included in the pile of clothes, and the tight t-shirt revealed every goddamn curve of her plump tits, including her tightened nipples.

I clenched my teeth and tore my gaze off her before my eyes could eat up her long legs encased in dark leggings and wonder at the color of hair hiding her pussy. “Come over here,” I said, pulling back her comforter and angling my body away from hers to hide my straining erection.

She obeyed without a word, curling on her side to face me, hands folded beneath her cheek. Light blue eyes fringed with equally pale lashes with a hint of red at their tips, peered up at me as I slouched to a crouch beside her bed.

My hand moved on its own to smooth strands of her hair away from her face, and she sighed, her eyelids fluttering shut beneath my touch, her freckles stark against her pale skin. “Will you stay while I sleep?”

“If you want me to.”

“Yes. Beside me, please.” Her brow furrowed. “I—I can’t be alone right now.”

Knowing there was no way in fuck I could crawl under the covers and hold her close, I laid down on top of her comforter behind her after texting Brewer to let him know I wouldn’t be returning to the compound that night. Shelby turned and tucked herself into me the best she could considering the blankets between us and let out another sigh.

“Thank you for saving my life and bringing me home.”

“Thank you for allowing me to be your knight in shining armor.”

A huff of light laughter escaped her, and my lips responded. I pulled her closer, settling her cheek on my chest and rubbed my fingertips against her scalp.

“Promise you’ll be here when I wake?” she murmured, her voice fading.

“Promise, sweet thing. Close your eyes and sleep. I’ll keep you safe.”

© Lynn Burke 2018

*****

ABOUT LYNN BURKE:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

Website: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/

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The Perfect Submissive Box Set by Kay Jaybee (@kay_jaybee)

by | Apr 5, 2019 | | 0 Comments

“Readers, hold on… it’s a crazy ride. If you like your erotica dark and dirty, then this is the book for you.” –The Romance Reviews

The Fifth Floor

Hidden on the fifth floor of the Fables Hotel’s respectable facade, five specially adapted rooms wait; ready to cater for the kinky requirements of its select guests.

When Mrs Peters, the mistress of the hotel’s exclusive entertainment facility, meets the new booking clerk, Jess Sanders, she recognises the young woman’s potential as a deliciously meek addition to her specialist staff. All it will take is a little education.

Under the tutelage of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, Jess learns to cope with her unexpected training schedule, the increasingly erotic chill she experiences each time she survives a new level of correction, and a truly sexy exercise routine…

“It was one of the better ones [BDSM novels] that I have read… overall, The Perfect Submissive is a great read. The plot is excellent and it leaves you wondering what is going to happen next?” – Sizzling Hot Books

The Retreat

No sooner has Jess Sanders embraced her role as submissive, when Mrs Peters, informs her that she and Miss Sarah have been loaned to The Retreat; an adult establishment in the remote glens of Scotland. Suddenly, Jess finds herself caught in a mind-bendingly erotic fairytale experience at the hands of the unyielding David Proctor, and his staff.

Desperate to return to her submissive life on the fifth floor, Jess finds herself trapped. David Proctor wants to keep her for himself…

“…The characters are fascinating with a depth that you don’t get often. They each have various facets to their personalities that make them unique and realistic. They are compelling and one moment you will love them and the next moment hate the same character.  This is true throughout both books as we are introduced to new characters in The Retreat…Kay Jaybee does a great job of involving us in the plight of various characters  especially the  main character, Jess…”  – Illustrious Illusions.

 

Knowing Her Place

Desperate to see Mrs Peters, Miss Sarah, and the Fables Hotel again, Jess discovers she can win her freedom is she agrees to go on a specialised quest.

With a list of five unknown addresses in her hand, the submissive is driven from The Retreat in Scotland towards England.

With no idea of what or who awaits her at each stop, all Miss Jess Sanders can do is hope that her journey will eventually take her back to the fifth floor, where she truly knows her place…

“If you like your BDSM dark and full of tension, then this is the book for you. Overall, a fab read. Absorbing from beginning to end with lots of delicious twists and turns, it left me wondering when the sequel is coming out!” – Erotica For All

The Perfect Submissive trilogy Box Set is Available from:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Amazon AU
Amazon CA
Barnes & Noble
iBooks UK
iBooks US
Kobo
Smashwords

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Bio-

Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO

Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.

Kay Jaybee has over 180 erotica publications including, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy; The Fifth Floor, The Retreat and Knowing Her Place (KJBooks, 2018), Making Him Wait (Sinful Press, 2018), Wednesday on Thursday, (KDP, 2017), The Collector (KDP, 2016), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress), 2013.

Details of all her short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

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Ties That Bind by Poppy Flynn (@PoppyFlynn1)

by | Mar 19, 2019 | | 2 Comments

Ties that BindBlurb

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 legal 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?

Publisher’s Note: This steamy romance contains graphic scenes and themes of power exchange. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it.

Available from: Amazon UK | Amazon US 

*****

Excerpt

Logan kissed the tip of her nose. “My other hobby is photography. I like to capture the beauty of Shibari on film, for the world to see. I was hoping, one day, that you would let me photograph you.”

“Tied up?”

“Tied, suspended, decorated with my ropes,” he breathed reverently. “I’ve never met anyone I want to immortalise more. You would be so perfect.”

Luanna’s eyes were wide with surprise. She wasn’t sure if she was flattered or not. No-one had ever said anything like that to her before, although she knew Logan certainly meant it as a compliment. She rubbed her forehead. Lord she had a lot to think about!

“We could start with some of the decorative stuff,” Logan tentatively suggested. “Just something simple so you could get used to the weight and the feel of the ropes. The time it takes to construct a piece.”

He stroked a thumb across her cheekbone. “And maybe we could try some of the kinbaku, with the erotic knots placed in strategic areas designed to stimulate and arouse. “I can’t lie,” he murmured, feathering a light kiss over her lips and across to her ear. “I want to see you like that.”

Luanna closed her eyes, he was seducing her with his words and his tone and the images he was painting in her mind. His mouth continued to rove down her neck to her shoulder where he bit tenderly, then laved with his tongue.

The images Luanna had seen on the web the night before swirled in her head and collided with the sensual glide of Logan’s hands and mouth.

“Now!” she whispered boldly. “I want to try it now!”

Logan reared back at her words, then plundered her mouth with an intense and passionate kiss. She could feel the barely restrained hunger her words had unleashed and was swept along with it.

Logan scooped her up in his strong arms and strode towards the bedroom without another ounce more encouragement and before she knew it, she was laid out on the bed, stripped of every bit of clothing and he was there, standing over her, still fully dressed, with a duffle bag in his hand which he lovingly referred to as his ‘toy bag’, where he kept all the tools of his kink.

From it he removed several lengths of rope.

Holding it up for her to see, he explained, “This is silk rope. It’s soft and doesn’t chaff. Sometimes other ropes are used specifically for their different textures and how they feel against your skin. Hemp or jute for example, but for now, we’ll stick to this and start with something simple.”

He looked down at her, an animated gleam in his eyes. “What do you want to try first? He gave her the option. “Something decorative or something erotic?”

Luanna gave the decision due consideration. What did she want from this, to see how it looked or to feel what it might do for her? In the end she decided it was like trying on new shoes. They might look great when you put them on your feet, but it was impossible to tell how comfortable they were until you had walked in them for a while. But if they made you look and feel sexy and confident, then that went a long way to making up for any other shortcomings. She decided to apply the same logic here. Shibari might look pretty or it might restrain, but from what she understood, the subtle nuance between that and kinbaku was in the eroticism. Right now, that seemed like the better option. If she was ever going to embrace this fetish that meant so much to Logan, then it needed to do something for her too.

*****

Author 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.”

Poppy x

Visit her website here:

https://www.poppyflynnsaucyauthor.com

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Nothing To Regret by Rachel de Vine (@racheldevineuk)

by | Mar 15, 2019 | | 0 Comments

Nothing to RegretPublishing Date: March 22, 2019

Published by Rachel de Vine

Special Pre-order Price 99c (or equivalent by country)

Post publication date $2.99

Universal link: https://bookgoodies.com/a/B07PGJM4NV

Blurb:

Beatrice, fresh from university, is determined to become a writer, but her sheltered life in 1950s England, as a vicar’s daughter, ill-equips her emotionally to become one. She decides, just ten years after a major world war has ravaged Europe, to travel alone around the continent, to not only discover a life outside her protected bubble, but to discover herself.

Arriving in France in 1955, she meets Sabine, a beautiful, older French woman and her lover, Charles, an Englishman, a French resident for many years. Both Charles and Sabine are captivated by the beautiful, but naïve and sexually innocent English girl, and Beatrice is willingly drawn into a three-way steamy love affair with the two.

But Charles, although charismatic, is sometimes moody and melancholic—a relic from his dysfunctional childhood. He falls desperately in love with Beatrice—with tempestuous results. When all seems lost, and Beatrice is in despair, help reaches her from an unexpected source. Will another man, waiting in the wings, help her to pick up the pieces of her fractured life?

This steamy love affair has an emotional centre that will tug at your heart—and other parts too, as Beatrice travels from innocence to maturity in just a few, short months. But will she achieve her dream of becoming a writer? Or will she return home with a damaged heart?

*****

Excerpt:

Sabine kissed me again—a longer kiss this time. Her tongue slid over my lips, as though seeking a way into my mouth. It was such a completely unknown sensation. I opened my lips just a fraction, but it was enough for her tongue to slither between them into my mouth. This must be what lovers do when they’re locked in a clinch, their tongues secretly entwined.

I stiffened a little as I felt Charles’ hand reach under my skirt, sliding it slowly up my thigh. He stopped at the top of my leg, as though giving me time to adjust to its presence—whispering into my ear, as Sabine continued kissing me.

“Don’t be afraid, my darling. You have a beautiful body just waiting to be discovered. Sabine and I want to discover it together. We want to seek out your hollows and your curves—to teach you about making love.”

My floral summer dress had buttons from neckline to waist. Sabine stopped kissing me and slowly began to unfasten the little pearl buttons, until the material gaped open to reveal my white cotton bra. How I wished I owned some more glamorous underwear—of the type I was sure Sabine was wearing.

Charles intervened, clearly anxious to make progress in their joint seduction. He reached down and lifted up the hem of my dress, drawing it over my hips and further up my body, until he could remove it over my head, before dropping it in a heap on the floor. I almost stopped breathing at this point, so great was the intensity of feeling throughout my body. It wasn’t too late to stop them, if that’s what I wanted. But I didn’t want them to stop. I was desperate to step over the chasm between my youth and becoming a woman. I’d never felt as desperate about anything in my entire life. I was excited about stepping into the unknown world of sexual love.

Sabine kissed me again, as Charles unfastened my bra, slid it off my shoulders, and dropped it onto the floor. His warm palms found my breasts and I heard a faint intake of breath from him as his hands covered them, softly massaging and stroking. I shivered, but not with cold. No one had ever touched me like that before. I didn’t know such sensations existed.

I was conscious that my breasts were much smaller than Sabine’s, and regretted my lack of womanly voluptuousness. Would Charles notice and make a comment. Oh, why was my body so girlish? Why didn’t I have a body like Sabine’s? My lack of size didn’t appear to be bothering him however. His hands continued to gently massage my breasts.

I started as I felt Sabine’s hands on either side of my hips slowly begin to slide the top of my knickers downwards from my waist. Charles must have felt my sudden movement, for he nuzzled and kissed my ear, whispering to me.

“Hush, darling, it’s fine, everything’s fine. Relax. Let it all happen. We’ll take care of you.”

*****

About Rachel de Vine:

I have been writing erotic romance as both Rachel de Vine, and Juliette Banks, for about five years. I like to explore the sensuality and sexuality of my characters. I have also written short stories and have just begun to write some poetry, encouraged by the writing group, The Nu Romantics, of which I am a member.

I am British, and love travelling to other countries. I hope to continue doing so for the rest of my life. I also love music, reading, and enjoying my beautiful garden.

Some of my previous books are:

Songbird, by Rachel de Vine

The Artist, by Juliette Banks

Out of the Darkness, by Juliette Banks

Roxy, by Juliette Banks

I also have a short story in the anthology by The Nu Romantics, called Beyond the Last Page

All my books can be seen on my Amazon Author Pages below:

https://www.amazon.com/Rachel-de-Vine/e/B00N58ULQW

https://www.amazon.com/Juliette-Banks/e/B01K0EIMNW

My website is www.racheldevineauthor.com

Find me on Twitter at www.twitter.com/racheldevineuk

And www.twitter.com/juliettebanksuk

Find me on Facebook at www.facebook.com/racheldevinewriteruk

And www.facebook.com/juliettebanksauthor

I have a magazine-style newsletter, sent monthly, containing recipes, free erotic short stories, humour, book details, and sexy pictures, called Rachel’s Retreat

If you would like to receive a copy, please send an email asking to join Rachel’s Retreat subscribers list, to

racheldevineuk@gmail.com

and I will be delighted to send you a copy.

Mid Week Tease: I’m not giving up. #reverseharem #whychoose #ku #kindleunlimited

by | Mar 13, 2019 | | 0 Comments

mid-week-tease-buttonHi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! Here’s another snippet from my story, Chasing the Chambermaid, from Duty Bound – a reverse harem collection featuring stories from myself, Felicity Brandon, Katie Douglas and Lily Harlem. You can buy it or read it as part of your Kindle Unlimited subscription.

Duty BoundChapter Two

Surprisingly, everything did look—and feel—better in the morning. Though that was most likely the result of spending the best part of two days tucked up in a warm, comfortable bed—despite not being aware of it for much of the time.

Connie’s temporary bedroom was filled with light, and on this occasion, it had nothing to do with electricity or light bulbs. The sun forced its way through and around the fabric of the curtains, apparently trying to make everyone aware it had won the battle with the clouds and rain—for now, at least.

She let out a yawn and stretched, while psyching herself up to clamber from the warm, soft embrace of the bed. Just because things seemed better now didn’t mean she relished the day ahead. She had no idea where she was going to go, or what she was going to do, for starters. That had been a perfectly acceptable state of affairs when she’d first taken off, since all she wanted to do was put as much distance as was physically possible between her and him. Now, though, she couldn’t stop her brain from chiming in with questions:
Where will you go? Where will you sleep? Where will you wash yourself, your clothes? What will you eat? What will you do when your money runs out?

Unable to answer any of the questions, Connie growled at her own annoying—not to mention extremely concerning—thoughts, then reluctantly threw off the thick duvet and got up. Padding over to the en suite, she resolved to take things one step at a time to avoid becoming overwhelmed and sending herself into a panic. She wouldn’t get anything done if she became paralysed by fear. Her mental state was fragile enough as it was.

First, use the bathroom. Then get cleaned up. Get dressed. Pack your bag. Leave this room in a tidy state. Go downstairs and find the kitchen to get some food. Then go and see Frances.

She stopped there, since there was nothing else beyond that. But that was seven things to do. Maybe if she did them all at a fairly languid pace, by the time she’d checked a few off, her brain would have supplied something to tack onto the end. Some kind of action plan. Or even just an action would do. Anything that wasn’t nothing. Nothing was hopeless. Pointless. If she fell down that particular rabbit hole, she may as well turn around and head back to where she’d come from.

No. No way. I am a strong, intelligent, resourceful woman. I’ve got this far, which is an achievement in itself. He is nowhere to be seen. I’m the one in control now. I can do this, make a new life for myself. People survive much worse situations than this—even thrive. And so will I. I’m not giving up.

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Mid Week Tease: “Blowing a hoolie, it was.” #reverseharem #whychoose #ku #kindleunlimited

by | Mar 6, 2019 | | 2 Comments

mid-week-tease-buttonHi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! Here’s another snippet from my story, Chasing the Chambermaid, from Duty Bound – a reverse harem collection featuring stories from myself, Felicity Brandon, Katie Douglas and Lily Harlem. You can buy it or read it as part of your Kindle Unlimited subscription.

Duty BoundThis time Connie couldn’t stop her voice from trembling, just as she couldn’t stop the tears pooling in her eyes, threatening to spill. “I, uh… thank you. I will. S-see you in the morning then, I guess.”

Will cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable, and jumped to his feet. “Right, well, I can see I’m no longer needed here, so I’ll be on me way.”

Connie watched as he tucked the chair he’d been sitting on up against the wall, then hurried to the door. Just before he disappeared, she called out, “Thank you, Will. For finding me… helping me.”

He gave a curt nod. “Yer welcome, lass. I’d have done the same for anyone. Not good to be wandering these hills in filthy weather like that. Blowing a hoolie, it was. I’m just glad I found ye when I did. Sleep tight, and safe travels, wherever yer going.”

He’d gone before she could respond. With raised eyebrows, she turned back to Frances, who’d also got up, but didn’t appear to be in quite such a hurry to leave. “Eat your soup,” she gestured to a tray Connie hadn’t previously noticed on the dressing table, “then get some sleep. You know what they say—everything will look better in the morning. I can’t guarantee the weather will conform—this is Scotland, after all—but you’ll feel better after some more sleep and a nice, hot shower. Or a bath. Whatever you prefer. Like I said, there’s plenty of hot water.” She gave a one-shouldered shrug. “See you tomorrow, Connie. Sleep well.”

“Y-yes, I will. Thank you.” God, how many times have I said thank you, now? I’m like a bloody parrot.

But then, she realised, thank you was the very least she could say to the people who had, in all honesty, probably saved her life.

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