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Replay Book 6: Highland Fling by Nia Farrell
Length 20,081 words / 108 pages
Release Date May 1, 2017
BLURB: Jannet MacDonald walked away from a career as a professional ballet dancer when her brother Micheil’s first wife was killed and his daughter severely injured. Recognizing just how much she’s sacrificed, Micheil and his bride treat her to a special music weekend at Replay BDSM theme resort, where patrons play in the past. A former friend from Juilliard will be performing Mozart on Saturday. The next night is a Scottish céilidh, with music for the Celtic soul. While she’s there, she plans to explore BDSM and learn what it takes to be a submissive.
Dominant Ian McGregor can’t believe it when he sees Jannet MacDonald waltzing in the Replay’s Versailles Room. At her brother’s wedding, she let him think that she couldn’t dance. She might have shut him down that night, but he hasn’t stopped thinking about her. And now, she needs to pay the price for not telling him the truth.
Ian isn’t the only one she’s wronged. Replay staff psychiatrist Sir Josef wants to punish Jannet, too. When he was approving her for play, she detailed her history of eating disorders but failed to disclose her anxiety. At the céilidh, Ian proposes that they decide the matter like men did back in the day…with swords.
Jannet hopes that Ian will win the challenge, even if it means being disciplined. Once, he gave her the best sex of her life. This time, she’ll have to earn it—the hard way.
Written for ages 18+.
Intending to rejoin the rest of those listening, Jannet turned and found her way blocked by a wall of velvet-clad muscle, dressed in period finery. Ian McGregor caught her right hand in his left and stretched their arms out to the side. Sliding his other hand around her waist, he pulled her closer to him than was necessary. Or maybe it was. There was no way that she could slip free, not without making a scene.
Then again, why would she, when she’d dreamt of being in his arms and she was finally here?
Sir Josef was an adequate partner. Ian commanded the dance floor. Commanded her. He led her through increasingly difficult waltz steps, demanding her submission, bending her to his will. Dipping her low, he pulled her upright and guided her through a sequence that had her craving more.
More dance. More dominance. More Ian McGregor.
She was so screwed.
“Thank you,” she managed when the music and their movements had stopped.
Lowering their arms, he released her hand and placed both of his on her waist. Just the feel of him sent delicious shivers rippling through her. And his smell…tantalizingly, utterly masculine and oh, so tempting.
“You,” he rumbled, “have been a bad girl. Do you know what happens to bad girls?”
She did. God, she did. Her mind was alive with decadent possibilities.
“What, Sir?” she whispered, careful to keep her gaze on his clean-shaven chin.
In one swift move, he fisted her unpowdered hair and pulled back her ginger head, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Spanking, to start.” His hazel eyes narrowed slightly. “Paddled. Stripped. Bound. Flogged,” he said, “and fucked. You’ve got the first five coming. The last, you’ll have to earn. What say you, eilidh?”
Eilidh. Red doe. Hearing the pet name in her native Scots Gaelic made her even wetter than she was.
“Yes, Sir,” she managed. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Bending down, he bit her ear, then whispered into it. “When the music ends, your backside is mine.”
Her body threatened to pool at his feet when he let her go. Nodding, Ian headed over to talk to Sir Piers and his wife Eleanor, nearly five months along and clearly showing. Somehow Jannet managed to make it to a chair and sink down onto it. As much as she enjoyed hearing Aubrey Wolfe play, she couldn’t wait for the performance to end.
This close. She was this close to learning what submission would entail. What a Dominant would demand.
Just how much she could take.
She’d been nervous about submitting to a virtual stranger. Sir Piers had a reputation for pairing partners, but still. This was her first time here—or anywhere. It was her first experience, and Ian appeared well-versed in the lifestyle. He could have easily chosen another play partner, versed in protocol and trained to please. She did not want to disappoint.
Forty-five minutes later, Aubrey finished and rose to a round of enthusiastic applause. Sir Josef kissed her, then took Mr. Vashon by the neck and pulled him close for an equally passionate kiss.
“Ready?” A familiar baritone voice sounded behind her.
“Yes, Sir.” She was, and so was everyone else. The BDSM scene had begun before the last note ended.
“Your choice,” he said. “Here in public, in a private playroom, or in your suite.”
“Playroom,” she answered. She wasn’t ready for an audience, and it was a little too soon to invite Ian to her room. If things didn’t work out, she would need neutral space, free of his scent and any physical reminders of what happened between them.
Rounding her chair, Ian held out his hand and helped her from it. Maintaining his hold, he led her away from the scene that continued to unfold around them. As much as she was tempted to ask, Jannet knew better than to beg him to stay. There was always tomorrow, she reminded herself. An outdoor venue with pipes, drums, and kilts seemed a perfect setting for a newcomer to observe the action and satisfy at least some of her curiosity.
It seemed like they walked forever, down the labyrinth of halls and up two flights of stairs. Taking a key from his pocket, Ian unlocked the door to Room 7, twisted the handle, and swung the door open wide. Jannet stood, rooted, feeling her stomach knot and her anxiety kick in. It wasn’t too late. She didn’t have to do this.
Ian pulled her into the room, shut the door, and pinned her against it with the hard length of his six feet three inch body. Thrusting five fingers into her hair, he put his other hand over her throat and squeezed, ever so slightly.
Jannet raised her gaze, past those perfect lips, to meet his thick-lashed hooded eyes. She watched, fascinated by the shift in them. Any concern for her was vaporized by the flare of lust that threatened to consume them both.
“Fuck it,” he growled, and slammed his mouth down on hers.
He claimed her with a hunger that had her craving more. Lips crashed. Bodies clashed, locked in a desperate duel that would only end when one of them was satisfied.
Ian fisted her hair and dragged his hand down her front, curving his calloused fingers over the swell of her breast and squeezing it, almost hard enough to bruise. She moaned into his mouth, acutely aware of just how long it had been since she’d had anything inside her other than her fingers or her favorite toy. Beneath her layers of petticoats and panniers, she was soaking wet.
Her corset and gown were cut low enough, it didn’t take much for him to free one breast. Breaking off their kiss, he traced the side of her neck with his tongue, then fastened his mouth over her nipple and feasted on it like a starving man. She speared her fingers into his thick brown hair. He caught her wrists and pinned them above her head with his left hand. His other hand dove south, wrestling with her skirt and layers of underpinnings until he’d managed to shove them above her waist….
Replay Book 5: Night Music by Nia Farrell
Length 19,438 words / 104 pages
Release Date March 1, 2017
Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/RB5
ASIN B01N3D4EZE / ISBN-10: 1543066933 / ISBN-13: 978-1543066937
Blurb: Dr. Josef Brandt is the Austrian-born staff psychiatrist and a bisexual Dominant at Replay BDSM theme resort where patrons play in the past. He’s something of a loner, but not by choice. He’s been waiting to find his perfect complement—or complements, whoever he, she, or they might be.
When Hollywood comes to Replay’s Versailles Room, Sir Josef is cast as the father of young Mozart, portrayed by Aubrey Wolfe, a twenty-four-year-old musical savant. Luc Vashon is Aubrey’s teacher and serves as an aide to the petite, legally blind pianist. Recognizing that Luc’s feelings run much deeper, Josef decides to play Cyrano de Bergerac and advance Luc’s suit with Aubrey.
He never expected to fall for them both.
This book is an interracial MMF ménage BDSM erotic romance, written for ages 18+.
Luc poured a glass of wine for Aubrey and opened two beers for the men. The three drinks turned to six, then eight. Feeling the effects, Josef knew he’d either need to spend the night in his office or have Geoffrey drive him home.
When Luc started to gather the empties, one bottle dropped on the floor and spun wildly at Aubrey’s feet before slowing to a stop. She reached to pick it up and felt its neck, pointing at Luc. “If this was a game, you’d have to do something,” she teased. She’d had enough wine to be mellow but she was not drunk. “You’d have to…you’d have to kiss Sir Josef!”
Of course she would say that. She believed that Luc was gay.
“Well?” she said. “What are you waiting for? Kiss him!”
Luc looked up from where he knelt but stayed where he was, with his gaze focused on Josef’s mouth and a new, lambent light in his eyes.
“No.” The Dominant spoke, his voice demanding attention. “Luc, you will kiss Aubrey. Make her moan, and I shall reward you, using anything here that is your pleasure.”
Robbed of air, Luc forced himself to inhale deeply, exhale slowly. Heat sparked in his hazel eyes, the flames of awareness fanned by each breath. Shifting his full attention to Aubrey, he crawled to her with deliberation and sat on the floor by her feet.
Luc ran two fingers along the inside of her calf, beneath the hem of her skirt, and curled his hand around her knee. “So fucking sexy,” he murmured. “I want to kiss you here, behind your knee. Or here.” His hand moved higher. “And mark the inside of your thigh with my teeth.” His other hand traced the neckline of her dress, then slid up her chest to curl around the slender column of her neck. “I am going to kiss you, ma belle, but I will let you choose where.”
Her blue topaz gaze drifted to his lips, soft and full for a man’s. She moaned, even before their mouths met.
Pulling her down to him, he brushed his lips across her wide, expressive mouth, teasing her, coaxing a response. She put her hands on his chest and clutched at the fabric of his shirt, seeking purchase. After years of self-denial, restraints were shattered with one tremulous breath. Lips parted. Tongues parried, locked in a desperate struggle. He thrust ten fingers into her hair and gripped her head between his hands to control the kiss, commanding her, demanding her submission.
She moaned again, into Luc’s mouth, the sweetest music to a Dominant’s ear.
“Good boy,” Josef crooned. “That’s enough. You have earned a reward. Tell me, what shall it be?”
Luc pulled back, ending their kiss but keeping his forehead pressed to hers when he revealed his darker passions. “It’s been a while since my last play session. The cross,” he said softly. “And the flogger.”
Josef nodded approvingly. “The cross and the flogger it shall be, but not tonight. Replay has stringent rules for the protection of all who come here. You must be vetted, have medical clearance, and pass a psychological evaluation before we go any further. Eleanor St. Leger must be the one to give it, if you wish my hand to wield the whip. Sir Piers can arrange anything else you may need.”
Slipping his cell phone from his jacket, he asked Luc for his number and called it. When Luc’s phone vibrated, Josef ended the call. “You have my number. I’m only a text or call away. For now, though, I shall bid you good night. As much as I would enjoy spending it together, with the three of us sharing a bed, it is best if the two of you…talk.”
Aubrey looked at him, so innocent, her blue topaz eyes widening when she understood where this was headed. He wanted them. Both of them. Beautiful Luc, with his milk chocolate skin and luscious French Canadian accent. Sweet, brilliant Aubrey, who glowed with her own inner light.
Leaving them was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do.
* * *
Luc watched Sir Josef leave, the click of the door punctuating his unexpected departure. Sighing, he turned back to Aubrey and pressed a brief, fierce kiss against her swollen lips.
He couldn’t wait to feel them on his body.
Patience, he reminded himself. Things were shifting at warp speed, and Aubrey needed time to catch up.
Still kneeling, he rocked back on his heels. Aubrey sat in stunned silence, processing what she’d learned.
That he wasn’t gay, he was bisexual.
That he was in the lifestyle.
That he wanted her, and the Dominant Sir Josef wanted them both.
“Talk to me, chérie. I can see your mind at work. Tell me what you are thinking.”
“Luc…” She looked at him—at his shape, he knew, but he felt as if she was looking into his very soul. “How long?”
“How long have I been in the lifestyle? Since college. How long have I wanted you? Forever,” he admitted. “But you were too young. You weren’t ready. You needed me as a teacher, a mentor, not a lover. You don’t know how hard it was, watching you grow, bloom, spread your wings and try to fly, then hold your hand when something would send you crashing to the ground.”
He regretted that he wouldn’t be her first. He didn’t know much about her experiences, other than the boyfriends never lasted long once they’d had her. He could only guess if the breakups were their choice, or hers.
She blinked and shook her head. “I didn’t know,” she whispered. “I thought….”
“It doesn’t matter, ma belle. Here, now. This is what matters. We are what matters. What you want. What I want.”
She caught her lower lip between her teeth and worried it for a moment. “What do you want?” she asked at last, her cheeks flushed from the scenarios playing out in her head.
“Tonight, just you. No kink. No domination and submission. Just surrender,” he told her. “Ma chère, believe me when I say that I will always put your needs before mine. Trust that I will continue to take care of you, in every possible way. Give yourself to me, and I will make certain that you never regret it.”
Unfolding his body, he rose to a stand, took her hands, and pulled her up to meet him. She was such a tiny thing, just two inches shy of five feet. He’d have to be careful, or he was going to bruise the hell out of that porcelain skin of hers.
He wrapped one arm around her waist, tightening his hold until she was pressed against him. There was no hiding his arousal. Letting her feel just how much he wanted her, he lifted her chin, kissed her tenderly, and murmured against her lips. “I’ve waited years for you to be ready for this. All you have to do is say yes. Just. Say. Yes….”
“But Sir Josef—”
“Not now. Not yet. Maybe…maybe never. You heard him. We have to be vetted. Approved to play before he’ll join us. And only then with our permission.”
“He wants you,” she whispered, blushing again. “I could hear it. Smell it. And you want him, too.”
“He’s an attractive man,” Luc admitted. “I know you haven’t seen the actor I’m thinking of, but he’s almost as tall as me. Thick, wavy hair, and no beard to hide that cleft in his chin. His eyes are brown and very striking, where he’s a blond. His clothes are tailored to fit his frame. He’s trim but muscled, like he plays tennis or racquetball. Maybe he works out, or runs, like me. He has a way of looking at you that’s mesmerizing, especially knowing what he is. What he does. He’s a unique combination of a doctor and a Dominant, someone who understands the human psyche, who recognizes limits and knows what it takes to push you past them. If you are going to learn about the lifestyle, you’ll have no better teacher.”
“Except you.” She kissed him back, softly, hesitantly. “You’re my teacher. You should be the one to show me—later. Not tonight. Tonight, it’s just the two of us, okay? I think that’s all I can handle right now.”
“So…that’s a yes?”
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REPLAY SET 1 – VIKING RAID, TRIPLE PLAY, HONOUR BOUND
by Nia Farrell
Released December 27, 2016. Buy the set and save!
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Make Replay your new fantasy vacation destination…
VIKING RAID: Gunnar Falk portrays a Viking leader at Replay, a BDSM theme resort where patrons role play in the past. He’s the Dom everyone wants but no one has had…until the resort’s musical director Breanna Campbell makes him an offer he can’t refuse.
Gunnar isn’t looking for a permanent sub, but he’ll take what Breanna is offering—only because he can’t stand the thought of another Dom claiming the beautiful blonde harpist. Her music enchants him. Her innocence beckons him. She’s agreed to give him everything, but will one night be enough?
TRIPLE PLAY Rowena Campbell has always been the naughty twin. After the Viking Raid and her worst walk of shame ever, she recognized that she was misusing sex. In therapy for her sexual addiction, three months celibate, Rowena is better than fine, with a successful erotic blog and book deal by her alter ego, ginger-wigged Regina Wright. When Scottish billionaire Micheil MacDonald wants Regina at his brother’s birthday party, she agrees to attend three scenes as an observer only. A triple play in Imperial Rome, Prohibition Chicago, and Lewis Carroll’s Wonderland, no kink, no sex – and no lies, per his terms, with half a million dollars riding on the line. Surely she can manage that?
Micheil MacDonald is a widower with a child recovering from the fatal accident that claimed his wife. He sweeps into Rowena’s life like a force of nature, brushing aside her protests, determined to be the exception to her rules. But Rowena has scars that no one can see. Secrets that have never been shared – not even with her twin. Telling the truth was never supposed to be this hard.
HONOUR BOUND Replay owner Piers St. Leger isn’t looking for a sub when psychologist Eleanor Benoit comes into his office, beautiful, curious, eager and willing to learn. Suddenly all he can think of is what he can show her. What he can teach her. What they can do together. What they can be.
Intrigued by the psychology of BDSM, Elly has agreed to attend a scene at Replay as an observer, portraying the White Queen in Wonderland, with Sir Piers as the White King. He’s incredibly handsome, dangerously charismatic, and a master of kinbaku, erotic Japanese rope bondage. Can this vetted psychologist remain an observer, or will she yield to temptation and play?
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“Piers and Eleanor, what a love story. I loved this story of a damaged lady and the dominant Piers that helped her to heal and give into love and submission…Nia Farrell is a fantastic writer. I’m a lifetime fan.”
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