VAMPErotica: VOLUME ONE

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VAMPErotica: VOLUME ONE by Scerina Elizabeth, Em J. Vago, Tara Devaney-Thompson, M.F. Adele, Bethany Strobel, AnnaMarie Gardner, Brandi Gillilan, Claire Marta, Nia Farrell, Tanis Owen, Livia Lang, and Sloane Ridge.

Anthology release date October 31, 2020

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A collection of short steamy Vampire Romance Erotica stories.

VAMPErotica: VOLUME ONE includes Unmasked—A Poisoned Garden Short Story by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell (Length 3K words).

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UNMASKED—A POISONED GARDEN SHORT STORY

Unmasked—A Poisoned Garden Short Story

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

This sizzling short story is part of the VAMPErotica: VOLUME ONE by Scerina Elizabeth, Em J. Vago, Tara Devaney-Thompson, M.F.Adele, Bethany Strobel, AnnaMarie Gardner, Brandi Gillilan, Claire Marta. and Nia Farrell.  This collection of steamy vampire romance erotica stories releases October 31, 2021.

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Unmasked—A Poisoned Garden Short Story by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell is historical paranormal erotic romance (Length 3K words) and the first release in their new Poisoned Garden series.  

Opera singer Estelle Broussan has the voice of an angel and the body of a goddess. She’s quite the actress, too. Rumor has it that the streets of Paris are littered with the lovers she’s cast off but she’s wary of men who want her for her talent or looks.

Only one man who wants her for her mind, but he proves to be the most dangerous of all.

This erotic paranormal short story is set in 1792 Paris amidst the French Revolution and features Etienne de Foix, the vampire from the Guarded Hearts series by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell. Written for Ages 18+.

EXCERPT from Unmasked by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell:

Estelle decided to take advantage of their host’s generosity. Filling a plate and grabbing a glass of wine, she circled the floor, watching the dancers, admiring the statues. One young man looked like Ganymede, come from Olympus to serve the tall, blond god with wolf ears who stood admiring him. The living statue held his pose but she could tell he was discomfited by the backs of two fingers tracing the inside of his thigh. Discomfited and aroused. A telltale bulge beneath his toga betrayed his reaction to the wolf’s attention.

Estelle sighed. There was nothing quite as beautiful as watching two handsome men make love. She’d seen enough backstage trysts to know.

She drifted closer, curious if the boy would cry wolf, or if he’d let the wolf-man have his way. She supposed it depended on what he’d been paid for. At least one statue had come down from his pedestal and disappeared with a patron.

The man admiring him swiveled his head. From behind the wolf’s mask that he wore, his vibrant blue eyes lit with interest to have caught her watching them. “There you are,” he greeted her, his voice a rich baritone that resonated in her core. “I wondered when I might see you. I’ve had to amuse myself with my golden boy. He is beautiful, is he not?”

The wolf slid a lascivious glance at the young man and wet his lips. “He has no complaints, I can assure you. But what of you, ma chère? Who takes care of your needs these days?”

“Oui,” she agreed, thinking he’d mistaken her for one of the other women here in a red cape and a mask. “I hope you treat him well.”

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Fans of the Guarded Hearts series by Claire Marta will recognize the poisoned garden as Etienne’s domain. He’s an old vampire with stories to tell, and we’ll be sharing them soon.  First up is Unmasked—A Poisoned Garden Short Story that will appear in VAMPEROTICA Volume One, coming October 31st. You won’t want to miss this sizzling erotic short story set in 1792 Paris during the French Revolution!

DARCY (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 5)

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DARCY

(GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 5)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

 

Length: 89,000 words.  Cover Design by Crystal Visions.

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Darcy Takahara’s distrust of supernaturals makes her wary of cadre members Zana Sasani and Lukas Schmidt…

 

Darcy Takahara’s experience with dark forces puts her at odds with the men at the Citadel. With her cousin in their clutches, she’s not sure they can be trusted.

Driven by her own agenda, she accepts a teaching position at The Haven, a private boys’ school in rural New York. She’s on the trail of her ex-lover, Dr. Liu Chan, the former member of an elite secret order. Discovering him on staff at the school, she fears Liu is up to his old tricks.

Gaining the trust of those around her is imperative. Darcy does what she must to infiltrate their ranks and learn Liu’s secrets. When things take a devastating turn, she’s forced to seek the help of two men she’s been trying to avoid.

Zana Sasani and Lukas Schmidt have been watching Raven’s cousin for a while. The Asian beauty is feisty and strong, and they’ve both fallen head over heels for her.

The problem is she can’t be trusted. When circumstances force a wary truce, the men think they have their chance to win their fated mate. But Darcy’s mission is far from over. With an old enemy rising, the men must work quickly to aid her or risk losing her forever.

 

Shifters with a sci-fi twist, Guarded Hearts Season One (Books 1-7) follows members of The Order of the Phoenix. Each book in this interconnected storyline provides a happily-ever-after for the main characters. While the first book of Season One can be read as a stand-alone, the following titles will be more fully enjoyed and understood if they are read in order, beginning with Morgan (Guarded Hearts Book 1).

This story has potential triggers, including interrogation and forced compliance. MFM ménage erotic romance with MM and MMF scenes, written for Ages 18+.

 

EXCERPT (PG13):

He was waiting for her inside the door, a handsome man with dark hair, golden skin, and almond eyes that spoke to his Chinese heritage.  She hadn’t seen him in years, but he hadn’t changed.

Assessing her with a long, slow sweep of his gaze, Dr. Chan nodded his satisfaction.

“Ms. Takahara,” he intoned, giving her a stiff, formal bow, his face betraying nothing.  “How are you?”

It was the telling note in his voice, the hint of thinly veiled anger that revealed what he did not say.

Taking a breath, she ventured a guess.  “You saw what he did.”

“Yes,” he grated.  “Are you hurt?  Do you need me to examine you?”

She shook her head.  “No.  No,” she insisted, stepping back when he started to reach for her.

He dropped his hand.  A Chinese curse blistered the air.

“It’s alright,” she assured him, trying to convince herself as much as the doctor.  “You know me.  I’m tough.  I’ll survive.”

Giving her a long, considering look, he canted his head questioningly. “Is it true what the whispers say?  Have you gone rogue?”

Darcy stared into the face of the man who had changed her life in so many ways for both good and bad.  Nothing had been the same since she’d met him.

“It’s true,” she replied quietly.  “Like you, I grew tired of serving someone else’s agenda.  I needed a fresh start, and Dr. Rossi offered it.”

“He should not have done what he did,” he grated, no longer talking about Rossi.

“No, but it’s the price I pay for being better.  Rape isn’t about sex.  It’s about control.  You know this.”

“You should have fought harder.”

“Like I fought you?”  She dropped her gaze to the scar on his face.  “I’m sorry I hurt you, Dr. Chan.”

He reached for her, slowly, carefully, as if she was as feral as the cat she was trying to tame.

“And I’m sorry he hurt you,” he said.   “I didn’t know.  I would have stopped it.”

She shook her head.  “It’s alright, Dr. Chan.”

He tipped her chin and tsked.  “Not here, not now, and not when it’s just the two of us.  Under this roof, there is no doctor or Ms.  Within these walls,” he told her, “you are Darcy Takahara and I am Liu Chan.”

“Liu,” she acknowledged, breathing in his scent, as memorable as their time together… 

And almost as tempting as the two men she’d been forced to leave behind.

If Tobias had his way, she’d never see Zana or Lukas again.

Liu, however, was here.  And the pheromones rolling off him in waves confirmed that he still wanted her as much as ever.

Maybe more so, now that the colonel had had her, too.

EXCERPT (NSFW):

Going by instinct alone, Lukas leveled a look at Darcy that dared her to disobey and barked at Zana, “You! Take her to the kitchen! I will fetch the rope.”

It was in the dungeon two floors up, but Lukas made a flying trip and was back in no time with hanks of natural and dyed jute rope clutched in both hands.

Darcy was seated in a chair that Zana had pulled away from the table, far enough that both men could prowl around it and have access to every available part of her. The Persian had pulled off his belt and used it to handcuff her wrists—a clever trick that Killian had learned from one of Raven’s books and shared with the rest of the brothers.

Zana hadn’t gagged her, but he had gripped her chin and was making her suck his thumb.

Just the sight of them gave Lukas a raging hard-on.

Tossing most of the rope onto the floor, he untied one hank, shook it out, and used it to lash her calves and ankles to the front legs of the chair. Looping another length through her bound wrists, he pulled her arms over her head with her elbows up and her hands behind her neck. Drawing one end through the bottom rung of the chair, he cinched the rope tight and tied a quick-release knot in it. Standing, he circled in front of her and ripped open her towel, exposing the exquisite lines of her athletic body to them.

Darcy gasped.

Lukas stared. He’d never seen a naked woman except in porn and this one was perfect in his eyes. Her breasts were high, round, and firm with golden brown nipples furled into diamond-hard knots. Her shaved pussy was plump, smooth, and already sopping wet.

Zana frowned, worried that maybe he was taking things a bit too far.

Lukas didn’t think so. There was one way to find out.

“What do you have to say for yourself, fräulein?” Lukas thrust a hand between her legs. This time her gasp was followed by a moan. Her eyes grew languorous, heavy-lidded with lust, her chest rising and falling with each panting breath. “Explain this. What has made you so wet, hmm?” As an experiment, he lightly slapped her breast. Feeling her gush, he slapped it again, harder. “What is your mission? Whom are you trying to save? Talk or we will find ways to loosen that tongue of yours and then…, I already know something else I wish to do with that mouth.”

She swallowed hard and shook her head, playing the part of a recalcitrant prisoner.

“Very well.” Lukas drew himself up to his full, intimidating height. “Zana! Give me your knife. I want you to fuck her with your fingers but don’t let her come. Bring her to the edge and keep her there.”

Quirking an eyebrow but saying nothing, Zana pulled his favorite folding knife from his pocket and handed it to Lukas. Kneeling by the chair, the Persian ran his thumbs up the inside of her thighs and pushed one finger into her sheath.

“Christ, she’s tight,” his partner breathed, flexing his arm and working his digit in and out several times before attempting to add another one.

Lukas flicked open Zana’s knife and held it in front of Darcy’s face. A warrior like her would appreciate such a weapon, forged in fire and hammered into the perfect blend of function and form. She held her breath, eyes widening when he brought it to her neck below her chin and pressed the flattened blade against her throat. “Just the tip,” he promised, shifting his angle enough to barely puncture her skin. Breath hissed between her teeth when he dipped his head and licked her wound.

The taste of her blood triggered his own quickening that Zana had experienced earlier. It was true. She was their fated mate, sent to them for a higher purpose. Now they needed to make her their own, share their seed, and begin her transformation.

But Zana had taught him, ladies first.

Lukas tossed the knife onto the counter and came to stand opposite Zana by Darcy’s free side. Raising his hand, he wrapped his fingers around her throat and squeezed, listening to the liquid sounds from below and watching every nuance on her exotically beautiful face. “Bang her harder,” he ordered his partner. “I think she likes it rough.”

Zana used all of his experience to bring Darcy to the edge of her climax and keep her there without letting her go over. Lukas tightened his grip on the slender column of her throat. Letting his knowledge of anatomy guide him, he squeezed until he’d cut off her air and she started to fight for it.

“Come for us,” he crooned, not letting up until she did, her body convulsing almost violently as she squirted, juices shooting out to bathe the inside of her thighs and wet the floor between her feet.

“Good girl,” Zana hummed, pleased with her responsiveness.

“Are you ready to talk?” Lukas asked her.

Darcy eyed him warily from the fog of post-orgasmic bliss.

“No?  Have it your way.  Zana, take her to bed. We’ll keep her there until she agrees to answer our questions or we fuck the truth out of her.”

 

 

RILEY (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 4)

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RILEY

(GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 4)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length: 90,411 words

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Release Date, Sept 12, 2020

 

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Emmett and Theo fight to trust the woman who was forced to betray them.

 

Partners Emmett and Theo are kidnapped by a shadowy organization bent on learning their secrets. Taken to a private lab, they meet Dr. Riley Walker, the brilliant, beautiful geneticist charged with discovering what they are.

While Riley believes they’re aliens, Theo and Emmett realize she’s their mate. But she’s also the enemy—

Or so it seems.

Theo and Emmett aren’t the only ones with something to hide.

The three are caught up in things they can’t control. Nefarious forces are at play. Unseen eyes are watching them. After Riley is forced to betray them, the feelings the partners have for the new female in their life take a twisted turn.

When truths are exposed, the whole cadre’s mission is put at risk. Emmett and Theo must fight for the woman who’s destined to be theirs or lose her to a dark, dark fate.

 

Shifters with a sci-fi twist, Guarded Hearts Season One (Books 1-7) follows members of The Order of the Phoenix. Each book in this interconnected storyline provides a happily-ever-after for the main characters. While the first book of Season One can be read as a stand-alone, the following titles will be more fully enjoyed and understood if they are read in order, beginning with Morgan (Guarded Hearts Book 1). MMF ménage erotic romance with MM scenes, written for Ages 18+.

 

EXCERPT:

Riley knew better than to argue.  Skinner was the puppet master, pulling all of their strings.  Retreating to the cafeteria, she took a seat and waited, watching the clock and observing others who came in for coffee or something to eat.  Skinner’s pet, Dr. Lewis, gave a nod of acknowledgment and disappeared through the kitchen door.  When he didn’t come out, she assumed that Skinner had sent him to make certain his orders were followed to the letter.

A short time later, the chef with a laden cart and Dr. Lewis appeared.  Mouths shaped with knowing smirks, the two men eyed her like a piece of breakfast meat.

Christ.  Did everyone know what Skinner wanted?  He was no better than a pimp, expecting her to use her sexuality to get the results he wanted, samples of body fluids he could test for DNA.

“Here’s everything you requested,” the chef announced, pushing the stainless steel cart into place beside her.

The top held three trays with covered dishes and three steaming mugs of hot beverages.

Riley arched an eyebrow.  “What’s this?”

“Black coffee, Earl Grey, and a mocha latte for you,” Dr. Lewis answered smoothly, pointing to each in turn.  “I advised Skinner that sharing a meal with the specimens would make them more at ease around you.”

It made sense.  Eating together might allow her to form a bond with the subjects—or at least help Emmett to lower his guard and let her explore things with Theo.  It was a unique opportunity, giving her an excuse to spend time with them and providing the means to study them up close.

Dr. Lewis followed her, whistling softly, making her feel increasingly leery about this whole thing.  Skinner had sent him to observe her interactions with their subjects.  The cameras were impersonal, something she was aware of but had learned to ignore.  Having a witness seemed… lurid.  Voyeuristic rather than scientific, despite what her rational mind said.  Skinner expected results.  It was in her best interest to see that he got them.  If she failed, she feared that all three of them would suffer.

One of the guards reached to open the door.

“Dr. Walker.”

Hearing her name from Skinner’s minion, she fought the urge to not shudder with dread.  “Yes, Dr. Lewis?”

“Good luck,” he said smoothly.  “We’ll be watching your interactions closely.”

Riley’s stomach somersaulted unpleasantly at the thought.  Taking a deep steady breath, she wheeled the laden cart into the cell, suppressing a shudder when the door clanged shut behind her.

Emmett and Theo were waiting for her.

The Englishman cocked an eyebrow above his glasses when he saw the cart.  Moving to inspect the contents, he lifted the plate covers and nodded in approval.  “Well done, Miss Walker.”

Theo beamed, his teeth flashing white against his tanned skin.  “Thank you.”

“I thought we could share breakfast together,” she told them.  “Why don’t you have a seat, and I’ll serve you?”

They exchanged a look.  Again, that silent communication, one of them eager, the other taciturn.  Having no other options, they sat on the bottom bunk with Emmett at the head and Theo in the middle, leaving room for her at the foot of the bed.

They ate in silence.  Riley was aware of the sidelong looks Theo sent her way.

Emmett ignored her.

“I hope your tea’s alright.  I’m more of a coffee drinker myself,” she commented, enjoying her mocha.

“It’s acceptable,” the Englishman clipped, sounding annoyed at her attempt to engage him.

Theo cleaned his plate and drained his coffee cup.  Finishing her breakfast, Riley cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably on her perch. There was a spreading warmth coursing through her veins, leaving her feeling flushed and filling her with an awareness of her body.

Emmett was the last to finish, his throat muscles working as he drank the rest of his tea.

Sitting beside her, Theo had satisfied one hunger but another one burgeoned.  He pushed the tray away enough for his erection to rise rampant behind his fly.

Licking her lips, Riley eyed the massive wood he was sporting.  Was it hot in here or was it just her?  Even Theo and Emmet were starting to look flushed.  The gazes they turned on her were both lustful and fevered.

“You have generous breasts,” Theo announced boldly, reaching out to cup one through her top.  “And hips that were made for bearing young.  Hair as golden as the sun and those lips…”

Riley suddenly felt like a deer caught in the sight of two predators.  The Greek had never shown signs of being so forward before.

“My pet is right,” Emmett agreed.  “You are a beautiful creature.  I’m certain most men find you stunning.  You’d look even more beautiful bound.”

In the blink of an eye, Theo had dropped his tray on the floor and plucked hers from her hands.  Pulling her to her feet, he hauled her against him, fisted her hair, and ravaged her mouth with the hottest kiss she’d ever experienced.  A switch, she thought dimly.  He was submissive to Emmett, but he was clearly set on dominating her, bending her to his will.

Dragging her with him, he tore off her top and ripped off her bra, tossing both of them aside.  He bent his dark head and licked her nipples, tasting them both before turning her around and bending her over the top of the cart.  He pinned her in place with his rock-hard body while Emmett pulled the sheet from the bunk, caught the edge in his teeth, and ripped four strips.

He used two of them to lash her wrists to the top of the cart.  Locking the wheels, he grabbed one ankle and tied it to the caster, repeating the action on the other side, securing her parted legs as effectively as using a spreader bar.

Part of her mind was screaming no, but her body was clearly responding to his domination.  Bound, helpless, feeling Theo dry-hump her ass, Riley gasped, trying to catch her breath.  Her brain had sunken into a strange haze and she felt needy and aroused.  A tiny voice was warning her something was wrong.  This wasn’t like her.  It certainly wasn’t like Emmett.  All three of them seemed under the influence of something.  Whatever it was had both males firmly in its grip.

Theo growled from somewhere behind her.  The material of her skirt was hiked up over her hips, her panties pushed aside.  Riley moaned at the first lick of a tongue against her pussy lips.  Straying hands pried her ass cheeks apart, testing the flesh.

Emmett stood in front of her, his expression scorching her down to her toes.  “That’s it, pet.  Taste her.  Shove your fingers inside her tight little cunny then fuck her with your tongue.”

Palming himself, the Englishman fondled the ridge jutting up the front of his lab-issued pants.  He might not want her, but he didn’t seem to mind that Theo did.

The Greek growled, his breath hot and his tongue hotter against her intimate flesh.  Inhaling sharply, he licked her slit and shoved his tongue as deep as it would go.  Tasting her thoroughly, he stopped his cunnilingus and added a thick, callused finger, stretching her out before adding a second and a third.  He jacked his arm, pistoning in and out, fucking her with his hand when she was dying for his cock.

Emmett seemed to read her growing distress.  “Those lips,” he murmured.  “I want to punish them.  Ravage them.  I want to fuck the glasses off your face and silence your moans with my cock when Theo tries to fit his inside you.  This is what you like, isn’t it?” he asked.  “Bound.  Helpless.  Forced to submit to alien domination?  Telling yourself you have no choice but responding to us anyway.  Your body doesn’t lie.  The air has been thick with the scent of your arousal from the moment you stepped into this room the first time with that pitiful excuse of a meal.  Here’s something tastier.”

Fisting her hair, he muffled her gasp with his erection, pushing down his pants, whipping it out, and shoving it between her parted lips.  She knew what Theo smelled like, having closer contact.  This scent was pure Emmett, male musk and slightly woodsy.

“Open wide,” he growled, pushing his dick in deeper.  “Suck me while Theo fucks you.”

She felt the Greek pull his fingers from her pussy.  Wetting his glans on her juices, he notched his head in her opening and forged his way inside, stretching her out, wedging in deeper, forcing his girth into her snug, wet sheath.

Riley squealed.  He was so big, it felt like he was ripping her in two.  Emmett controlled the movements of her head, ramming his cock down her throat.  It was an overload of pleasure and pain.  Writhing, twitching she was shunted back and forth between them.  Both men seemed aroused almost to the point of losing control.  Riley was feeling the same way.  It was if all her inhibitions had disintegrated and left a wanton sexual creature in its place.  Her universe shrank to this, being a vessel for their pleasure, Emmett using her mouth, Theo terraforming her vagina.  No offense to Emmett, but Theo seemed set on spoiling her for other men, ruining her for anyone else, making her crave that massive cock of his.  She didn’t know whether or not she was disappointed or relieved that no knobs or spikes had come out.  She did know the moment he shifted angles and started ramming her G-spot.  Seeing stars when her first orgasm ripped through her, she felt  Emmett’s immediate response.  Close to coming, he managed to pull out before he finished, allowing her the barest taste of him before he jacked off on her face like they were making bukkake porn.

“Outside her,” he reminded his partner.

She swore she felt Theo’s answering pout.

Headed for an unsatisfactory finish, she squeezed the length of Theo’s cock, making her walls ripple, milking his length.  Sticking out her tongue, she licked the tip of Emmett’s erection, catching the last drop of cum that he squeezed out.  It wasn’t as bitter as she was expecting.  If anything, one taste made her crave more.  Reaching with her tongue, she cleaned what she could from her face and swallowed it, earning a growl of approval from the Englishman.

A second later, Theo pulled out and exploded on her back, shooting ropes of cum in the valley of her spine.  Emmett took charge, cleaning her face, wiping every trace of himself, and flushing it away.  She thought that they’d do the same with Theo’s ejaculate… until she felt someone’s fingers scrape it up to wet her anus.

She held her breath, wondering what they intended, surprised to feel that they were both hard again.  This time, Theo came to stand before her, fisting that massive meat of his while Emmett pressed against her sphincter, demanding entrance to her most intimate place.  “Let me in,” he demanded, giving her no option but to obey.  Forcing herself to relax, she held her breath while he sank his length inside her.  “That’s it.  That’s it, little miss.  Now open wide for Theo…”

 

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RAVEN (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 3)

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RAVEN

(GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 3)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

 

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Release Date September 22, 2020

 

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Unseen enemies threaten the newest fated mate and her child.

 

Nurse practitioner and midwife Raven O’Malley has no idea what she’ll be getting into when she takes on her newest client, who lives at the Citadel with not one but two handsome men. The other cadre members are equally attractive but it’s Cayden McPherson and Killian O’Connell who set their sights on her.

Raven has enough to deal with. A daughter, a puppy, a demanding job, and a mobster ex-husband. Now a blackmailer wants her to spy on the Citadel or she risks her daughter’s life.

The cadre members know there are forces of darkness to battle and evil exists in both worlds. Can Cayden and Killian protect the woman they love or will they lose her to enemies seen and unseen?

Shifters with a sci-fi twist, the Guarded Hearts series follows members of the Order of the Phoenix. While interconnected, each title can be read as a stand-alone. MFM ménage erotic romance written for Ages 18+.

 

Excerpt (NSFW):

Cayden was just leaving the kitchen when she caught up to him.

“We need to talk,” she snapped. Catching his hand, she dragged him down the hall and into the infirmary. “What the feck is going on?” she demanded.

Cayden frowned. “What?” he asked, feigning ignorance.

“They know,” she grated. “Casey. Morgan. The others. They know about us. What did you tell them? What did you say?”

The medic rubbed a hand over his face and blew out a breath. “Ye’re nae gang tae like it,” he warned. “We’ve been holding off, telling ye because of it, but there’s no help for it now, is there? Yer scent is enough tae make it clear that we’ve done the deed,” he told her. “Our kind can smell when a woman goes through the flux and her body is transformed. Ye need to talk to Morgan and Casey about what they went through, but Casey’s experience is like tae be closer. Morgan’s change was put off when she ingested vampire blood—”

“Vampires?” Raven stared at him, incredulous. “You’re telling me that there are vampires? That they’re real.”

He nodded, his green eyes as serious as she’d ever seen them. “They are that,” he told her. “One targeted Morgan. We killed it, but another one kidnapped her. We got her back and cleaned out the nest. We think we got them all now.”

“You think. You think? Jaysus, Joseph, and Mary! You should have told me!” she yelled at him. “Bloody hell! You and your mate could have told me any time, but you didn’t say a damn word, just lured me upstairs and had your way with me. You’ve changed my body without my consent. Now I’ve put my daughter in danger after thinking I was bringing her to a sanctuary. My ex kept things from me. I’m warning you right now, I expect full disclosure in the future or there’s going to be hell to pay. Do you hear me?”

She poked him in the chest to make her point.

Cayden released the breath he’d been holding. “Let me call Killian, then. Get him down here. If we’re gang tae hae a heart-tae-heart, it needs tae be the three of us.

Zana was with Willow and Prince. Free to come, Killian joined them as soon as he could make his way downstairs. “What’s up?” he asked, picking up the tension in the air.

“She knows,” Cayden told him. “Or knows the start of it, anyway. She’s demanded full disclosure. It’s better tae hear it from the both of us than tae hear it from one and again from the other.”

Killian nodded. “Ye’re the medic. I’ll let ye explain the way of things.”

“We’ve told ye what we are, that these robes of flesh have four strands of DNA. When a fated mate is found, the introduction of sperm starts the transformation process to change her body, making it compatible, able to conceive and bear children.”

“I don’t understand,” Raven clipped. “I can’t have children. I told you that. It shouldn’t have affected me.”

“But it did,” Killian assured her. “We don’t understand it either, but we knew from the first that you were the one for us, the woman to complete us. The males of our kind experience what we call the quickening. It’s a physical response to a fated mate. Lets us know that she’s the one. We felt it with ye. We will not question God’s will. Ye were chosen for us. Transformed by us. But there are other things…”

Raven was seething at their disregard for her. “And you thought it was just fine to go and do it because it’s all in the plan?” she grated. “You gave no thought to what I wanted or the fact it’s not just me. Do you know how selfish that is? How arrogant?” She buried her face in her hands. “I really can’t deal with this right now. I should get Willow and Prince and pack up the damn car and get the hell out while I can.”

“Ye need tae listen,” Cayden told her, lowering his voice in a way that did strange things to her insides. Grasping her biceps, he pulled her easily to him. She wanted to grind against him. Use him like they’d used her. How dare they!

Raven struggled to break free, clawing at his arms deep enough to leave bloody scratches when he refused to let her go.

She went still when she saw the gouges healing before her eyes.

“Full disclosure,” Cayden growled in that voice of his. “This is a hint of my true voice. It has power… affects people in different ways. Mine will make ye wish to obey. Doctor’s orders.” He said it half-jokingly, but the man was deadly serious. “Iosefa’s will put someone tae sleep. The new mothers are sure tae keep him on call when the bairns get here and they need some rest. These bodies hae regenerative powers. Accelerated healing. Lack of scarring. But the thing ye need most tae understand is that ye’ll live as long as us.”

Raven’s solar plexus chakra closed tight enough to cause a cramp. “And how long is that?” she said, afraid to ask.

“Three hundred years, give or take,” Cayden told her.

“Three…?” She stared at him, caught in a nightmare that had just gotten worse. “You’re saying I’ll live three hundred years? And what about Willow? What about my daughter? You bastards! You bloody bastards! And don’t go using that voice on me,” she warned them. “I will never forgive you for this. Never!”

“Raven,” Killian crooned, trying to make peace. “We love you. We’d never do anything to put you in harm’s way or come between you and your child. We want Willow to be our daughter, too, the child that we wished for but will never have. Tobias said there’s a chance that she’s a fated mate for one of our kind, but Theo thinks her destiny lies elsewhere, with a fae princeling who’s waiting fer her to grow up.”

“You love me,” she scoffed. “You don’t know what love is. We had sex. We scratched an itch. Satisfied a physical need. I didn’t know you enough for it to be more. I still don’t.”

“Please,” Killian begged her. “We’re asking fer the chance to prove ourselves to ye.”

Raven felt anger, rage, but there was also lust. It was so fierce, she found herself responding before she was aware of it. Grabbing the back of Killian’s head, she forced his lips down on hers. There was no control. Just overwhelming attraction merging with her turbulent emotions. She wanted to make them pay for what they’d done. Show them that their desire was meaningless. Not if they didn’t have her heart. That wouldn’t happen now. Not after such a betrayal. How could she trust them?

Killian didn’t resist but responded by thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Reaching with her free hand, she fisted a handful of Cayden’s shirt and drew him to her. Two mouths fought to claim her lips. Their bodies crowded hers until her hips hit the examination table.

Fueled by anger, driven by revenge, she grabbed Killian’s collar and pushed him into one of the two armless stack chairs against the wall. Reaching down, she judged his hardness and took him out.

“I want you ready for me,” she told him. Ignoring Cayden, she stripped off her clothes and knelt between Killian’s feet, giving him a blow job he didn’t deserve but that her body needed to handle him. When he was wet enough, she stood up and straddled him like a stripper about to give him the lap dance of his dreams. Taking his erection in hand, she stroked her slit with his glans, parted her folds, and sank down on his shaft, working it like a dildo, a tool for her particular pleasure.

It wasn’t long, she grew greedy for more. “You,” she snapped at Cayden. “Pants off. Cock lubed. On the stool and over here.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice.

Cayden dropped his drawers and slickened himself up. Sitting on the wheeled examination stool, he did as ordered and rolled it between Killian’s feet. It was just low enough, he was shy of reaching her. Grasping her hips, he rose from the stool and found her star.

“No! Not there,” she snapped. “I want you both in my pussy. Bang my box like it’s never been banged. Think you can handle that?”

Cayden growled and showed her that he was up to the challenge. She rose partway up and held herself still while Cayden pressed his cock against Killian’s and worked his way inside, sinking his length into her, inch by inch until both men were ball’s deep inside her.

She lifted herself up and rammed herself back down. Killian groaned. Cayden’s stool went flying. She sank down on their cocks again and again, using them like they’d used her, coming once, twice, three times before the men shuddered to a finish inside her. Cayden eased out of her and grabbed some paper towels, handing them to her to stuff between her legs. She dismounted, tossing one of the towels at Killian to use. Finding her clothes, she started dressing, wordless, lecturing herself that she had no reason to feel guilty for using them as fecktoys. It was no more than they deserved after what they’d done to her.

“Raven,” Cayden crooned.

“No voice!” she snarled, shoving her feet into her shoes. “Not a word. From either of you! This was sex. Sex! Lust, not love. Now you know the difference. Don’t ever confuse them again.”

She left them without a backward glance and headed upstairs, blinking the sting of tears from her eyes, refusing to feel anything beyond the physical releases that she’d had. By the time she reached the fourth-floor guest suite, she’d sworn off all men.

“Out,” she warned Zana, giving him a look that told him she meant what she said.

The Persian was confused but obeyed, shutting the door behind him.

“How’s Prince doing?” she asked her daughter, memorizing the picture the two of them made. She’d be the one consoling Willow when she watched her puppy grow old and die. Who the feck was going to console her when she lost her child?

Damn them.

Thanks to Cayden and Killian, she was doomed to outlive her daughter. They could take their tall tales of vampires and fairy princes and shove them up their arses. If they knew what was good for them, they’d leave them the bloody hell alone.

She was here for Casey and Morgan, but Willow was her world.

They’d be wise to remember that.

 

THE THREE GRACES DUET 1: SOMETHING ELSE, SOMETHING AMAZING

The Three Graces Duet 1:

Something Else, Something Amazing

by Nia Farrell

 

(Books One and Four in the series are available as single titles.)

Duet release date January 2, 2020

Free with Kindle Unlimited

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Welcome to fictional Posey, Minnesota, the per capita ménage capital of the USA. Three women live here whose names all mean Grace. Grace Murphy, Anna James, and Rachel Givens share their stories in books 1-3 of the series before the men take over and tell their side of things in books 4-7.

The individual novellas in The Three Graces Series are available as single titles but six of them are now paired as the duets they were meant to be. This is the first of the three duets—she said/he said written from Grace Murphy and Nico White’s points of view.

Something Else (The Three Graces Book One) is written in Grace’s voice. 

Teasers and excerpts http://bit.ly/TGB1WP

Grace Murphy is the local psychic medium who dreams of her soulmates—Nico White, a bisexual American Indian musician, and J.T. Santiago, an ex-Navy SEAL and former cage fighter with PTSD on top of the guilt that he’s still carrying from other lifetimes that they’ve shared.  J.T. is a Dominant, but he’s never had a male submissive and Grace and Nico are a package deal.  It’s a learning curve for all of them, with J.T.’s initiation into MMF and MM relations and Grace’s introduction to BDSM.  With Grace’s yin, J.T’s yang, and Nico’s center balance, the three of them come together as far as J.T.’s PTSD will allow.  But forging a future will mean healing the past, however painful it might be.

An interracial paranormal MMF ménage BDSM erotic romance, this book is written as a standalone, but the epilogue ends with a teaser for the second book in the series.  Contains explicit sexual content, written for mature readers.  Ages 18+.

Reviewers: “It’s part paranormal, part BDSM, part love story, but all good….” “Imaginative and sexy” “A likeable, strong heroine and two very hot heroes” “I am a strong believer in psychic abilities so for me this book was a HOME RUN! I loved the storyline and the sex – WOW – talk about HOT!!!” “Jam-packed with just about everything a reader can imagine (and fantasize about)!…Nico is…hotter than hot! …J.T. is a total alpha and literally makes the pages (and your panties) sizzle.

Something Amazing (The Three Graces Book Four) is written from Nico’s point of view. 

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Nico White is a bisexual American Indian musician and a shaman who has visions of his soulmates. In his dreams, there are always three of them—two men and one woman who reincarnate together again and again. He meets psychic medium Grace Murphy first, but it’s six months more before they meet J.T. Santiago, an ex-Navy SEAL and former cage fighter with PTSD on top of the guilt that he’s still carrying from other lifetimes that they’ve shared. It soon becomes clear that the reason they’re together again is to help J.T. heal.

J.T. is a Dominant, but he’s never had a male submissive and Grace and Nico are a package deal. It’s a learning curve for all of them, with J.T.’s initiation into MMF and MM relations and Grace’s introduction to BDSM. With Grace’s yin, J.T’s yang, and Nico’s center balance, the three of them come together as far as J.T.’s PTSD will allow. But healing the present means remembering the past, however painful it might be.

An interracial paranormal MMF ménage BDSM erotic romance. The book shares some scenes with Something Else (The Three Graces Book One) told from Nico’s point of view and includes additional scenes. Contains explicit sexual content, written for mature readers. Ages 18+.

Excerpt 1:

J.T. notices my submissive traits.  I keep my eyes down and let the two men lead the conversation, listening more than talking.  And I notice his Dominant traits.  He pays attention to my needs, making certain Cherry finally brings the glass of water that I ordered when we first got here and asking if my burger is cooked the way I like it.  He compliments my hair, my flowing New Age dress, and asks me the standard getting-to-know-you questions.

I tell him where I was born, where I went to school, where I work, where we live.

“You need to come out,” I tell him.  Please, please, please.  “It’s too cold for swimming, but on warm days, the fish still jump.  Or we could kayak.”  We have two, but a neighbor has several that he rents to campers, fishermen, and the occasional waterfowl hunter looking for a better way to retrieve downed birds.

Nico seconds the notion.  “Sure,” he says, lifting his beer in a toast.  “Bring your stuff.  Spend the weekend.  You can have my room.  I’ll take the couch.”  His choice of words reminds J.T. that, so far, we are only friends.

Hopefully, that’s about to change.

The warmth in Nico’s eyes makes me wonder if he’d rather share his room—his bed—with J.T. alone.  It would let the two men bond before adding me to the mix.  The trouble is, I can’t get a handle on J.T.  What’s he up for?

I need J.T. to want us.  Both of us.  I want what I’ve seen.  What I’ve dreamed about.  The three of us sharing a bed together, sometimes with me between, sometimes with Nico.  When we looked at properties, a master suite large enough for a California king was at the top of our list.  So far Nico’s been sleeping there alone, just him and those big, talented hands of his, fisting himself into oblivion.

But I can almost hear J.T.’s doubting Thomas.  The man doesn’t trust himself.  I sense the same darkness he does, the part of him that makes him afraid he’ll cross a line and hurt someone.

Wounded spirit.  And not just in this life.

Nothing that simple.

Nothing that easy.

Not that healing PTSD is ever easy.

Suddenly, I see him, struggling, hurting, lost.  Crippled with “soldier’s heart” in an alternate-reality past life that we shared, he’s also suffered shell shock in wars that he fought without us.  With the vision comes the knowledge of why we are here this time.  To help him mend.  To help him heal.  He’s been trying to dispel the darkness when he needs to embrace it.  Harness it.  Learn to live with his shadow self.

I can almost feel his collar on my neck and see the ink on Nico’s.

Excerpt 2:

The Pumphouse is hopping. The line’s out the door, and the temperature is dropping now that the sun is behind City Hall. When Grace shivers, I take her shawl, wrap it and my arms around her, and pull her back against me. The top of her head fits under my chin. Inhaling deeply, I smell the light fragrance of her shampoo and honeysuckle on her skin.

“Mmm,” she breathes, relaxing against me like we’ve known each other forever, not just eight hours or so. “I’m going to have to apologize to Anna. She tried to get us together before this, but the timing never worked out. Between fairs on weekends, readings in the evenings, and my job at THE Bookstore, I haven’t had much time for myself. Have I told you that I’m glad you came?”

“You can tell me again,” I assure her. “I’m glad that you’re here, too, Grace. At long fucking last,” I add pointedly, whispering in her ear.

Just when I think she can’t get any cuter, she giggles.

She turns her head to whisper back, “I thought you were going to say, ‘But I haven’t come. Yet…’” She falls silent, all traces of humor gone, the instant she feels me swelling against her back. “Nico?”

I fight the urge to grind my hips into hers. If she had any idea of how badly I want her and how roughly I’d like to take her, she’d be freaking right now.

“Grace. Sweetheart. Don’t. Move. Otherwise, they’re going to get dinner and a show.”

We’ve already attracted attention as the only male/female couple in line. I see at least one former sexual partner in the queue, but David’s not interested in a mixed-gender ménage. An all-male review is more his style, and the more, the merrier.

“Sorry. Sir.” The first word tells me that she understands. The second lets me know what her psychic radar’s already picked up on me. I’ve never discussed BDSM with Anna. We keep things platonic between us and pour our passion into our music.

“Good girl,” I tell Grace. “I can see we’re going to get along just fine, but you do know we’re missing one, right? If your dreams match mine, you know there are three of us.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers. This time, when she trembles, it’s not from the cold.

“Have you met him?”

“No.”

“Me, neither. Soon, though. Don’t you think? Now that we’ve met, surely he’s close.”

“I hope the hell so,” she breathes. “I was starting to think I missed you guys, that I’ve been saving myself for nothing.” She goes quiet for a moment. “I don’t have any experience. Will that bother you?”

“Ah, Grace.” I bury my nose in her hair and nuzzle the top of her head. “Once he gets here, we’ll give what you can take, and take what you can give.”

She’s shaking now. I can smell her arousal. If I slip my hand between us and cup her s&x, I’m certain that she’s sopping wet, the crotch of her leggings soaked with her juices, imagining what it will be like to be taken by two men.

Or one man, while he takes me.

 

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The Three Graces Duet 1: Something Else, Something Amazing out 2 January 2020

The Three Graces Duet 2: Something Different, Something Awesome out 3 January 2020

The Three Graces Duet 3: Something More, Something Precious out 4 January 2020

 

SLOW BURN

Slow Burn 

by Nia Farrell

Length 22,103 words.

First appeared in Dominated by Desire : A BDSM Anthology by Elizabeth Knox, Crimson Syn, Linny Lawless, Courtney Lynn Rose, Brynn Burke, Eden Rose, Nia Farrell, Iris Sweetwater, Deliaria Davis, and AJ. Daniels

Anthology Release Date May 25, 2019

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Tagline: A publicist is tasked with turning a debut novelist from geek to gorgeous.

Slow Burn by Nia Farrell blurb:

The rights to Reuben James’s debut novel Slow Burn, a dark BDSM thriller, just sold for $1.5 million. His editor wants him cut, dressed, groomed, and coached and has given publicist Brooke Cavanaugh six month to do take him from geek to gorgeous.  The trouble is, the twenty-five-year-old boy-genius-turned-author isn’t just new to publishing.  He’s a natural Dominant with no BDSM experience, and he’s never been with a woman.

To be fully prepared for interviews, Reuben knows that he needs BDSM experience.  He yearns to get his cherry popped, and he wants to find a submissive.  Brooke deems his “to-do” list feasible.  Willing to take one for the team, she offers to help Reuben develop his Dominant skills, but turning him into a media dream proves to be her nightmare when she finds herself falling for the younger man.

Take an inexperienced geek.  Add one seasoned divorcee.  Throw them together in a haunted house, toss in a playroom, and watch the heat rise.

Written for Ages 18+.

#BDSM #agegap #youngerman #geek #firsttime #OperationGetSome

 

Excerpt 1 (418 words, PG13):

“I’ve been thinking about what you’ve been tasked to accomplish,” he said smoothly.  “Prepare me for the book tour and the interviews that I’ll be doing.  I know my strengths and I know where I’m weakest.  I’m intelligent and articulate but I’m inexperienced in the lifestyle that I write about.  I want to change that.  Now that you’re here, I’m hoping that you’ll help me.”

Brooke sat perfectly still, warning herself to not jump to conclusions.  Her imagination was running wild.  She needed to rein it in.  Hear his thoughts before she said something that she shouldn’t.

Keep things professional, Brooke.

“If I can honestly answer and say that I’ve done at least some of the kinks in Slow Burn, I’ll have the credibility that I’m lacking now.  And please, don’t point out that Agatha Christie never murdered anyone to write her stories.  We both know how brutal the press can be.”

Brooke felt her face flush pink.  She shifted in her seat and crossed her legs, pressing her thighs together to ease the sudden ache between them.  Holy shit.  The thought of him… of them… together…, doing the things that she’d dreamed of…

Stop right there.

She realized that they were treading dangerous ground.  She was his personal assistant.  He needed a research assistant for kink.  If he wasn’t a Long Branch author, she’d be the first to volunteer.  But he was, and she couldn’t.

Not without putting her job—her career—in jeopardy.

Or would she?

She was already assigned to him.  Surely she could justify helping him research kink—

Assuming that’s what he was asking.

Maybe she was jumping the gun.  Maybe her imagination was taking her far from where he intended.  She wet her lips and swallowed before responding.  “What do you want from me, Sir?”

He nodded his approval at the honorific.  “I’ve been making connections online with people in the lifestyle who live in the St. Louis area.  Most of them are on the Missouri side of the river.  There are a couple of clubs, but I’d rather start with a private party.  Would you be willing to pose as my submissive?”

Her cheeks reddened.

“Or help me find one?”

What?

Brooke’s breath seized in her chest like an engine with a snapped timing chain.  What the fuck?!  She wanted to rewind, go back to where he asked her to pose as his submissive.  Why would she pimp for him when she was more than willing to take one for the team?

Excerpt 2 (1,173 words, NSFW):

The transformation to a playroom had already begun.  A massive, modern four-poster bed dominated one wall.  The black metal uprights sported rings for bondage.  The mattress was covered in a fitted black leather sheet.  A bench traversed the foot of the bed.  The only other piece of furniture was an antique prie-dieu with a rosary draped over the devotional’s red velvet top and a paddle propped against its side.  The bottom cushion’s matching fabric was worn thin from kneeling.

“Now I’m curious.  Are you Catholic?” she asked.

“No.  Just kinky.”  He cracked a grin, looking at once sheepish and unapologetically naughty.  He reminded her of a parochial student caught studying graffiti on a public restroom wall.  “It seemed the right height for…”

His words trailed off.  She waited until she was certain that he wasn’t going to finish his thoughts.

“For what?  Punishment?”

“Discipline.  Fellatio.  Coitus….”

Paddling.  Blowjobs.  Fucking.  She angled her head, trying to envision it.  “I don’t know,” she said slowly.  He’d made her wonder, though.  Setting her things on the bed, she crossed the room to where the devotional stood.  Curiosity made her kneel on the cushion.

She heard footsteps and looked to find him beside her.  Her nose was nearly even with his navel.

Well, I’ll be damned.

The height wasn’t perfect for a blowjob, but it could be done.  As for fucking…

Rising to her feet, she stepped onto the kneeler and braced her hands on the padded top.

“I was right,” he rumbled, moving behind her.  His voice sounded rougher than normal.

“You were,” she breathed, gasping when he narrowed the distance between them.  He stopped close enough for her to feel the heat of his body without actually touching her.

And she wanted him to touch her, dammit.  They’d spent hours talking, getting to know each other.  She liked him.  Really liked him.  Remembering the last picture that his personal trainer had sent to her, she could envision him covered in sweat, locked in the throes of passion.

Slowly, deliberately, she backed into him, not stopping until her ass was pressed against the hard column of flesh behind his fly.

“Such a naughty girl,” he said, slapping her ass with his hand.  “Teasing me.”  He teased her back, rubbing his erection on her seam.  “I think you need to be spanked.”

She did need a spanking.  She’d been dating vanilla for too damn long.

“I do,” Brooke whispered.  “I do need a spanking, Sir.  I shouldn’t be so forward, but you have no idea what you do to me.  I’m buying batteries in bulk,” she confessed.  “If I’ve ever seemed in a hurry to wrap up a conversation, it’s so I could finish what you started.  Sometimes, I take the edge off before your call so I don’t squirm in my seat while we’re talking.”

She hoped that he would do his own audiobooks.  His voice was perfect for it.  Low.  Slightly rumbly.  That evocative soft Texas drawl became panty-melting when it was supercharged with the passion of his writing.  He sounded hot as fuck when he shared scenes from his current work in progress.  Feeding the Fire promised to be every bit as good as Slow Burn.  Just as sensual and full of suspense.  Another killer with a penchant for kink.

He smacked her ass again.  “With me,” he growled, “or you’ll be adding to your count.  Twenty to start, then we’ll see.”

Jesus.  Was this the same guy that just confessed to being a twenty-five-year-old virgin?  The Dominant-wannabe without any real BDSM experience?  The way he sounded, the way he was acting, she’d never have guessed it.

“Take off your slacks, Brooke.  I want to see my marks on you.”

Oh, God.  They were really going to do this.

Brooke unhooked her waistband, opened the zipper, and pushed down her pants.  They fell to mid-calf, effectively hobbling her feet.

He pulled up the hem of her blouse.  Taking a step back, he looked at his handprint on her bottom—or the part that was exposed anyway.  Most of the heat was under her panties.  She’d thought about shucking them, too, but he hadn’t told her to take them off and she wasn’t sure that she wanted to add to the count. 

He had probably never spanked anyone.  She didn’t know how hard or how easy he’d go with her.

“Count,” he ordered, sounding all Domly, “and thank me.”

Smack!

S-Double H-I-T.  Good God Almighty, the man had a firm hand.

“One, Sir,” she bleated, still feeling the sting of his palm on her ass.  “Thank you, Sir.”

Smack!

He spanked her other cheek, making a matched set of marks.

“Two, Sir.  Thank you, Sir.”

Smack!

“Three, Sir.  Thank you, Sir.”  If he kept this up, she was going to feel it for days.

The blows kept coming, raining down on her sorry ass until he’d thoroughly blistered her bottom.  She tried not to moan, but near the end, she could feel the start of a delicious disconnect.  The pain transmuted into pleasure.  She found herself arching back to meet his hand.

On the count of twenty, he squeezed her cheeks, making her whimper.  She felt him push two fingers along her crotch and press against her panties.

“You’re wet,” he murmured, his voice full of awe.  Regardless of the scenes that he’d written, he sounded surprised that he’d made her that way.

“Yes, Sir.  I can’t help it.”

“You didn’t come, did you?”

“No, Sir.”

“Why not?” he asked.  New to this, he was naturally curious.

“I don’t know.”

“Was it because I hadn’t given you permission?”

She nearly smiled at that.  “I haven’t been trained in orgasm control.  If you’d kept going and hit me just right, I probably would have climaxed.  My clit’s really sensitive.”

“Do you squirt?”

This, with his fingers sliding farther along her seam until he was pressing against her clitoris.

“Yes.  Not often, but I have before.  It usually takes my magic wand and my nipples being clamped or tormented to get me off that hard.”

“Hmm.”  He pulled back his hand and slid his fingers up to press against her backdoor.  “What about anal?”

“It’s been part of either the best or the worst sex of my life, depending on my partner.  Here’s the thing.  Just because a woman’s soaking wet, that doesn’t mean her ass is ready to receive.  Anal takes preparation.  Most men don’t want to bother.”

“I’m not most men,” he reminded her, pressing against her pucker.  He pulled his hand away and stepped back, breaking contact and leaving her aching and needy.

“Jesus,” he breathed.  “I could almost come right now, just from seeing you like this.”

She looked over her shoulder at him and was singed by the heat in his eyes.

“Tell me, Brooke.  What do you want?”

She wanted to come.  She wanted him to tie her to his bed and fuck her like an animal.  But a good submissive wouldn’t tell him that.

A good submissive would show him.

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Scattered

SCATTERED

by Nia Farrell

Length 12,806 words

Part of the With Love from Dublin (Voyages of the Heart 3) Anthology with Allison LaFleur | Alyssa Drake | Amy Cecil | Amy McKinley | Ashlee Shades | Bella Emy |Brian Miller | Erin Lee | G. L. Finch | Gracie Wilson | Jade Royal | Katherine L.E. White Maria Vickers | Nia Farrell | Rosie Chapel | Roux Cantrell | Samatha Harris

 

Release Date September 26, 2019

Universal link https://books2read.com/u/4NQjk9

Teasers and Excerpt http://bit.ly/VOTHAnthologies

Fulfilling a deathbed promise, photographer Eve Spencer scatters her mother’s ashes on a journey that ends in Dublin.  She hopes to make peace with her past there and finds her future instead.

Conall Whelan is from a family of faoladh—Irish wolf shifters who provide protection and guidance.  He recognizes Eve as his fated mate but to claim her, he must keep her safe from an Unseelie Court fae who’s followed her from the Dark Hedges.

A paranormal shifter erotic romance, written for Ages 18+

Excerpt:

“Eve, I don’t care if ye hold a black belt in something and can defend yerself better than most.  I’m asking ye to do me a favor.  Stay until we’re done playing.  Please,” he begged, a note of pleading in the timbre of his voice.  “If worry gets hold, I fear that words will flee and meh tongue will fail.”

He was talking about singing, but thoughts of what else he could do with his tongue and those incredibly sensual hands of his made her squirm in her seat.  Damn it.  If she’d worn jeans, she might be able to get the seam just right and rock herself off when the music started again.

Conall grabbed his beer and drank deeply, throat muscles working while she watched in rapt fascination.

He caught her looking and leaned on the table, making his own interest known.  “Wait for me,” he crooned.  The tone of his voice and the panty-melting look he gave her made it easy to overlook his earlier attitude.  “I’ll make certain that ye get home safe and sound.”

She didn’t want “safe and sound”.  For once, she wanted to be as wild and reckless as her mother.

Trying to not think about stranger danger and horror stories of tourists going missing on vacation, she dared to meet his gaze.  His eyes were this fascinating mix of color—predominantly blue edging to gray with amber ringing the centers.  Laugh lines at the corners attested to his sense of humor.  He was polite, well-known, and well-liked, judging from his interactions with others.

All things considered, she decided that she could trust him.

When in Rome.

Or Dublin.

Eve was alone in a strange city, sitting with the most attractive man she’d ever met.  The air between them practically crackled with electricity.

He’d offered to walk her home.  He was clearly interested in her, but he hadn’t asked for more.

And she wanted more, dammit.

She could almost hear her mother’s voice in her head.  Fortune favors the bold.

Eve drew a breath and centered herself.  In her mind, she pictured the two of them together.  She looked at his lips and wondered how they would feel ravishing her mouth and feasting on her flesh.  She remembered his fingers weaving magic with his guitar and imagined his hands discovering her body.

What it would be like to have this gorgeous man surging inside her, filling her beyond measure?

When she spoke again, she barely recognized her voice, grown husky with arousal.

“My place or yours?” she asked.

Her question surprised him.  Hell, it surprised her.  Living with her mother, watching men and women come and go but never stay for long, she’d decided she was more like her father.  Patrick Doyle Spencer had been more passionate about screenwriting than anything else in his life, including his wife.

They’d divorced when Eve was four.

He angled his head, considering.  “Does it matter?”

It didn’t.  Not really.  She’d spent too many nights alone.  Her last boyfriend abandoned her when he graduated from college.  She’d learned it on social media after he’d unfriended and blocked her.

It was one more reason to hate the internet that her mother was forcing her to use.

Thankfully, Conall wasn’t Jacob.  He was a gorgeous Irish musician with Ed Sheeran’s voice and Eric Clapton’s hands.

She couldn’t wait to feel them on her.

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VOYAGES OF THE HEART ANTHOLOGIES…

Cities around the world have their own charming allure which pulls you in, allowing you to enjoy their secrets. They offer love, passion, laughter, healing, and even heartache.

The authors have penned these emotions and more into their stories one page at a time. Pack your luggage to join us on our voyage of the heart. Our next destination: Dublin!

WITH LOVE FROM DUBLIN

 

This voyage of love encompasses romance with an Irish twist that will have you kissing the Blarney Stone for a chance at true love. Being the perfect city to explore, each story is bound to bring you surprises along the journey. Ancient, present, and future combine when hearts mend together, forming their own traditions of song and dance. Known for its culture, power, and intelligence, Dublin will lure you into its magical grasp. Are you ready to risk your heart in Dublin?

 

LIST OF AUTHORS:

Allison LaFleur | Alyssa Drake | Amy Cecil | Amy McKinley | Ashlee Shades | Bella Emy  Brian Miller | Erin Lee | G. L. Finch | Gracie Wilson | Jade Royal | Katherine L.E. White Maria Vickers | Nia Farrell | Rosie Chapel | Roux Cantrell | Samatha Harris

 

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OTHER BOOKS IN THIS SERIES:

With Love From London. AVAILABLE IN KU!  https://books2read.com/b/389wPr

With Love From New Orleans. AVAILABLE IN KU! https://books2read.com/b/mKEkNL

 

 

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Website: http://bit.ly/VOTHAnthology

 

CASEY – GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 2

CASEY: GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 2

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length: 81,000 words

Cover Reveal February 2, 2020. Release Date March 13, 2020.

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Malik Nassir and Iosefa Malvia are members of the Order of the Phoenix, an international cadre of shifters headquartered in a former military academy known as the Citadel. Charged with protecting the first fated mate of their brothers, the two become smitten with her roommate and best friend.

Casey Andersson is an ATF Special Agent who leads a double life. When Malik and Iosefa discover her secret—Casey is a submissive and a member of an exclusive club —they’re determined to learn how to master her. 

Trouble is, she’s already being dominated by Master S (aka Ivan Michalov). They don’t know that the Russian Dominant has a secret agenda to claim Casey and keep her. Promising to help find her brother’s killer, Ivan leads her on a dangerous path into the heart of a deadly organization. Can Malik and Iosefa save her from the dark fate that’s already been written out for her or will they be too late?

This second standalone book in the Guarded Hearts Series is a darker PNR shifter romance with potential triggers. MFM mènage written for Ages 18+.

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Excerpt (NSFW):

“Clothes off,” he ordered, “then standing presentation pose.”

Nudity was something that Casey had had to get used to. She still wasn’t perfectly comfortable with it, but she did it anyway. It was required if she wanted to play with Master S, and she did with something akin to desperation. She craved the release that she knew he could give her.

He never failed to deliver.

Picking up a set of fur-lined leather cuffs from his collection, he turned to see her bared C-cup breasts and wet, swollen sex and nodded his approval. He fastened one cuff around each of her wrists and knelt to fasten them around her ankles. Done, he slid his fingers up the back of her legs as he rose, breathing in the scent of her arousal and stealing a taste of it as he passed.

That simple swipe of his tongue nearly undid her. It had been too long since she’d been fucked. Longer yet since a man had eaten her out and made her come. It wouldn’t take much to bathe his face with her juices.

Rising to his full commanding height, Master S fastened his gaze on the globes of her breasts and pinched her nipple. He tightened his fingers and used his grip to pull her into place facing the cross. Grasping her wrists, he raised her arms over her head and splayed them on the X-shaped cross, fastening one to the top of each side. He kicked her feet apart and fastened her ankles as well.

He left for a moment and returned with more things.  Her brow creased when she felt him press a handkerchief into her hand.  She shuddered to see a ball gag dangling from his other fingers.

Casey loathed gags with a passion that bordered on hatred. It was one of her near-limits, allowed only with prior negotiation and with someone she implicitly trusted. She’d played with Master S for three months now, public scenes only with orgasm control but no sex. He knew how she felt about ball gags. Was this a test, to see how much control she was willing to let him have? To judge how much power he’d gained over her?  Just how far would she let him go?

Before tonight, each time he invited her to his private room, she’d said no.

Tonight, she could feel her resolve weakening. Flog her just right, and she might just crumble.

Master S arched a brow.

Casey nodded her acquiescence, not having permission to speak.

His expressive mouth canted upward. If a ball gag earned her half a smile, what would it take to make him happy?

Fisting her hair, he held her head immobile with one hand and pushed the ball between her lips with his other. He let go of her hair long enough to fasten the gag, then took hold of it again and wrapped his fingers around her throat, tightening them just enough to remind her who called the shots in this scene. As a sub, the ultimate control rested with her, but during the scene, he was in command.

She welcomed surrender. She needed to empty her mind and let go of everything that she’d been carrying these past few weeks. Worry about Morgan. Suspicions about the Citadel. Concern for the growing illegal arms trade. Knowing that Malik and Iosefa had been in her room and uncovered her secret.

She needed this. Needed the release that he could give her.

He took off his tailored coat and hung it on a wall hook. Unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves, he rolled them halfway to his elbow, exposing colorful tattoos on his forearms.

Casey eyed the muscle definition and thought of all the times that she’d seen him flogging and whipping other submissives in the club. There was an artistry to his scenes, poetry in motion when he got in the zone. Tonight, she had the chance to experience it with him. After months of playing coy, she was ready for more.

Master S did not disappoint.

He spanked her with his hand. Put clothespins on her body and ripped them away. Added nipple clamps and sent her nearly into subspace with a flogging. The single-tail whip did it. The pain of its bite transformed into pleasure. Casey found that delicious disconnect and started to float away. Only Master S’s presence kept her there. Stepping closer, he pressed his hips against her sore behind and pushed his erection into her crack, letting her feel his arousal. Caging her ear in his teeth, he grazed the tips of her nipples with his fingernails and made her whimper past the drool that escaped to drip from her chin onto the floor.

“Kiska,” he murmured, sending a riot of gooseflesh cascading up her arm. “Would you like to come? Shall I give you the release you crave? Come to my room, and I will do more than that. Da?”

God, she was tempted. They were both vetted. There was nothing to stop her except her need for control that she had never quite fully surrendered.

He thrust a finger into her pussy and started fucking her with it. “I’d love to plug you,” he growled, pumping his hand. “Adorn you with a jewel and sink my prick into your cunt and spend myself inside you. I’ll use a condom this time, but I’d love to see your thighs dripping with my seed.”

Casey whimpered, so empty, she hurt.

 

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