GAME.SET.MATCH. SUPERHERO TRILOGY

Game.Set.Match. is an adult superhero trilogy from USA Today best-selling author Nia Farrell. Fictional Traverse City, Illinois, is home to the Legends League of superheroes and the villainous Traverse City Cartel. The archvillains and superheroes are careful to keep their identities secret, but thanks to a clueless friend, the lines are about to blur between one crusader and his nemesis.

The story centers on superhero Red Flyer (aka spy novelist Oliver Thomas), the villainous Dark Obsession (aka musician Derrick Michaels), and local bookstore owner Anastasia Kent.  Misinterpreting the looks the two men constantly give each other, Ana believes they’re fighting a mutual attraction and decides to play matchmaker.

Let the games begin.

Books in the Game.Set.Match. trilogy:

GAME (Book 1). Oliver and Anastasia.  The beginning of their relationship (a story ending in HFN) will be part of the Renegade Siege: Superhero Legacy adult anthology out January 21, 2023, from AMR Publishing. The novella will be expanded to a full-length novel for single title release.

SET (Book 2). Anastasia and Derrick.

MATCH (Book 3). An eventual and uneasy MMF ménage with Derrick, Oliver, and Anastasia.

HELL’S FURY MC: JESSE

HELL’S FURY MC: JESSE

(Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Book 4)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length: 73,137 words

Cover Design by Crystal Visions

Release Date February 12, 2022

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Jesse James has dedicated her life to helping shifter women who’ve been trafficked and abused. She never imagined becoming one of them. Kidnapped and drugged, the clouded leopard shifter finds herself spirited away to a mountain ranch that deals in more than horses. With little hope of escape, she fears she’s destined for the sex slave trade.

When news reaches the Hell’s Fury MC’s Las Vegas Chapter about a missing woman, Chaos and Wraith volunteer to help search. But things take an unfortunate turn, and they end up as prisoners, too. Trapped in a nightmare, they not only discover their fated mate but find themselves auctioned off to the highest bidder with her.

Expecting to fight their way out, the three quickly learn that the ranch has a darker, even more insidious side. Thrown together, Jesse, Chaos, and Wraith must work as a team if they hope to get out alive.

The race is on, and the clock is ticking. Will they be able to claim the woman who’s meant for them, or will they die trying?

This steamy paranormal interracial MFM ménage contains adult situations and possible triggers. While the book centers on the three main characters, reading the previous books in Guarded Hearts Season Two is recommended, beginning with Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Guarded Heart Book 7.5). Written for Ages 18+.

The eleven books in Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Series feature members of the Hell’s Fury MC, Las Vegas NV Chapter, who appear as secondary characters in the original Guarded Hearts Series. While this book centers on the three main characters, reading the previous books in the Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Series is recommended, beginning with Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Guarded Heart Order of the Dragon Book 1).

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Hell’s Fury MC: Jesse Excerpt 1 (PG13):

Crawling onto the bed, she lay flat on her back and clutched the sheet to anchor herself, blinking quickly but unable to stop the tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes.

There was silence for a beat, and then the side of the mattress dipped as Wraith sat beside her.

“It’s okay,” he crooned softly.  “Don’t cry, bean àlainn.

His gentle words only made her tears fall faster.  “I don’t want to—”

“I know.  I know….”  Leaning forward, he kissed the dampness from her cheeks, slowly working his way to her mouth.  Finding her lips, he brushed them with his in a sweet, tender kiss.

“Hush now.  Don’t look at the cameras,” he told her quietly.  “You can watch me or close your eyes, but I swear I’ll make this good for you.”

Nodding, Jesse screwed her eyes shut, unable to stop the shivers racking her body.  Callused fingers brushed her hip, making her jump.  Caressing gently, they skimmed her stomach and arm as if he was trying to get her used to his hands on her body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Wraith murmured, his breath warm against the curve of her breast.  “Don’t be frightened, bean àlainn.  Don’t be shy.  You can touch me anywhere you want.”

Jesse wet her lips with her tongue and shook her head.  “Just get on with it.”

She wanted it over and done with so she could go back to her cell.  Maybe she’d be left alone then once the buyers had what they wanted—at least until she got shipped off.

“You deserve more,” he whispered.  “Better than this.  I’d take you to a cabin in the mountains, somewhere remote.  Secluded but with all the amenities.  A bottle of wine.  A roaring fire.  A hot tub on the deck where we’d drink champagne and eat strawberries by moonlight while snowflakes drifted down around us.  And when we came inside, I’d lay you on a rug in front of the hearth and treasure every inch of you….”

Excerpt 2 (NSFW):

Jesse needed more, and when he didn’t offer it, she pressed herself against his length, thrust her hands under his ponytail to wrap around his neck, and pulled him to her for a kiss that made him ache with need.  He moaned into her mouth, and she swallowed it, deepening her kiss, slipping her tongue between his lips to twine with his.

“Jesse,” he moaned when she finally came up for air.  “We can’t.”

That’s what he said.  She proved him wrong, pushing him over and mounting him like an Amazon warrior of old.  Grasping his erection, she dragged the head along her slit to wet it with her juices, notched it in her opening, and lowered herself onto his shaft, working its length inside until she was seated to the hilt.  Wraith stayed where he was, watching Jesse reclaim her power.

She’d been a virgin when they’d taken her.  Tonight, she was learning how to take her own pleasure, using him to do it.  Crossing her arms, she grabbed the hem of her shirt, ripped it off, and tossed it aside, not caring where it fell.  Cupping her breasts, she kneaded her tits and played with her nipples, twisting them between her fingers and making herself moan. 

Chaos jacked his hips, thrusting up as she pushed down, watching the play of emotions on her face, determination laced with desire.  Her eyes flickered, revealing glimpses of her cat side, a clouded leopard huntress on the prowl.  An exotic beauty in real life, she was stunning when she went feral on him, riding him to completion, her walls gripping his erection and squeezing out her juices.  He reached to grasp her hips, close to his own climax, but she twisted off him, abandoning him in favor of Wraith.

Grabbing his shoulder, she pushed him onto his back, straddled his waist, and impaled herself on his erection, sinking down on it inch by inch.  Planting her palms on his pecs, she fucked Wraith, the musk of their joining and the liquid sounds of sex filling the air.

Remembering the monitors in the hallway, Chaos experienced a moment of panic, certain that Miles had seen them enter Jesse’s room and would come racing to her rescue at any moment.  But if he was listening, the only thing coming through the door was Jesse’s pants and growls and the keening cry she gave as she climaxed.

Wraith grasped her waist and snapped his hips, driving in deep and coming inside her.  Accepting it, she lowered herself to lie on his body, replete from her orgasms and depleted by the energy she’d expended.  Her panting breaths grew calmer, becoming slow and shallow as she drifted off in the circle of his brother’s arms.

THE CAST OF HELL’S FURY MC: JESSE

Check out Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon (Hell’s Fury MC) at Amazon (free with KU). Book 3 in this series was voted The 50 Best Indie Books of the 2021.

GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON SERIES:

Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Book 1) http://mybook.to/DangerousCurves (13 Apr 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Rory (Book 2) http://mybook.to/GHD2Rory (1 May 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Blue (Book 3) http://mybook.to/GHD3Blue (8 Aug 2021). Voted one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2021.

Hell’s Fury MC: Jesse (Book 4) http://mybook.to/GHD4Jesse (12 Feb 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kit (Book 5) http://mybook.to/GHD5Kit (11 June 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Scout (Book 6) http://mybook.to/GHD6Scout  (22 Oct 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Emerson (Book 7)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kai (Book 8.)

Hell’s Fury MC: Max (Book 9)

Hell’s Fury MC: Dare (Book 10)

Hell’s Fury MC: Remy (Book 11)

REPLAY REUNION 4: NAUGHTY SHENANIGANS

 

REPLAY REUNION 4: NAUGHTY SHENANIGANS

by Nia Farrell

 

Release Date March 20, 2022

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A St. Patrick’s Day theme short story, length 5,725 words.

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A married submissive craves more than what her husband can give her.

 

It’s St. Patrick’s Day at Replay BDSM theme resort, and the Scottish village has been transformed into 16th century Ireland. Married five years now, Rowena MacDonald loves her husband, Micheil, but longs to scene with multiple partners.

Except her Dominant husband doesn’t share.

What happens when a married couple faces a harsh reality? Will Rowena convince Micheil that wanting more doesn’t mean she loves him less?

Naughty Shenanigans is a sizzling BDSM romance with adult themes and consensual power exchange, written for Ages 18+. The Replay Reunions are companion short stories to the Replay series, which includes two Golden Flogger Finalists for Best BDSM Book of the Year.

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EXCERPT:

For better or worse, she and her twin sister Breanna had Dominant husbands who didn’t share. Then again, their Doms didn’t join in scenes with other partners, either. And here she was, wishing for more while questioning how she would feel if Micheil desired the same. Was it selfish or natural to welcome one but not the other? It wouldn’t be fair to limit him if she wanted his restrictions on her eased. She was happy in her marriage. Glad to be his submissive. And yet these past few months, she’d been craving more. Dreaming of more.

When she took a nap, it was less that she needed sleep than she wanted to lose herself in an erotic fantasy that would eventually find its way into a story. Her erotic persona, Regina Wright, was currently working on her seventh erotic romance with tattooed bikers, forced compliance, and multiple gangbangs.

Maybe she could talk Sir Piers into having a Wild Bunch weekend with Dom bikers riding into Replay and having their way with the submissives who’ve signed on.

Thankfully, there was a blind box where someone could anonymously drop ideas without revealing themselves.

As soon as she had a chance to get Breanna alone, she told her twin what was going on. Her wet dreams of moresomes. Micheil’s noninterest in sharing. The book she was writing and how much she wished it was her.

Breanna listened and nodded in empathy. “It’s kind of the same with me,” she confessed. “They say you can’t miss what you’ve never had, but after watching all the scenes at Replay, I’ve wondered how it would feel to submit to more than one Dom. I love Gunnar, but when I dream of a Viking raid, the sex doesn’t stop with him. Although I’m not sure what they’d think of this belly.”

Regina laughed. At four months along, the baby was showing, but Breanna’s stomach wasn’t big yet. “Are you kidding? They’d see a fertile female as a gift from the gods and challenge each other for the right to keep you. Mother’s Day,” she mused aloud. “That would be a great Mother’s Day present. When Gunnar asks what you want, tell him you want the full-experience Viking raid and see what he says.”

“I don’t know,” Breanna said slowly. “I don’t want him to think I’m unhappy or unsatisfied. It’s just—”

“You’re curious,” Rowena finished for her. “It’s natural. I bet if we canvas the other subs, everyone has a secret scene they’d like to play out…, something different they’d like to try. We should talk to Aubrey. She could put a bug in Sir Josef’s ear. He’s in a position to encourage everyone—Doms, switches, and subs—to write down their fantasies and give them to Sir Piers for consideration. Even if we don’t participate, we’ll have tons of fantasy fodder.”

 

 

DEVIL’S HANDMAIDENS MC COLLABORATIVE SERIES

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The Devil’s Handmaidens MC is a female MC collaborative series with standalone titles from a number of best-selling authors, including Nia Farrell. I’ll be writing about the Wolf Creek, Illinois, Chapter, set in Southern Illinois near the fictional town of Wolf Creek, with crossover characters from my Avenging Angels MC Series. Beast and Blue Boy’s sister, Tara (road name Scarlett), is a patched member of the local Devil’s Handmaidens MC and a bartender at Southern Comfort, a biker bar and restaurant located near the Cache River Swamp. Specializing in Cajun cuisine, Southern Comfort is owned by the Devil’s Handmaidens MC but was initially built with mob money. A major part of the club’s funding comes from high-stakes, invitation-only gambling held in the private back room.

Devil’s Handmaidens MC/Wolf Creek Chapter Book 1 will be Nobody’s Baby, a second-chance romance with Blue Boy and Rumer Presley McKee from Skin (Avenging Angels Book 7). Skin’s epilogue is where Nobody’s Baby begins. While you’ll be able to enjoy the second book as a standalone, your reading experience will be enhanced if you’ve read the main characters’ backstory in Skin.

You can follow the Devil’s Handmaidens MC Series here. I’ll be adding and updating titles, release dates, and links as they come available. Be sure to follow our Facebook readers group page here.


DEVIL’S HANDMAIDENS MC TITLES BY NIA FARRELL:

NOBODY’S BABY (Wolf Creek Chapter Book 1) release date March 9, 2023

PLANNED TITLES IN THE DEVIL’S HANDMAIDENS MC COLLABORATIVE SERIES:

Crossing Styx by Verlene Landon, release date 8/2

Untitled by Calia Wilde, release date 8/18/2022

Harlow’s Gamble by Andi Rhodes, release date 8/25/2022

Untitled by Debbie Mitchell, release date 9/22/2022

Untitled by K.D. Latronico, release date 10/27/2022

Untitled by D.M. Earl, release date 11/3/2022

Piper’s Payment by K.D. Latronico, release date 1/26/2023

Untitled by W.M. Dawson, release date 2/2/2023

Nobody’s Baby by Nia Farrell, release date 3/9/2023

Tori’s Fall by Penny Anglene, release date 3/23/2023

Untitled by Vera Quinn, release date 3/30/2023

Executing Deliverance by Liberty Parker, release date 4/6/2023

A Queen Kneels to No One by Courtney Lynn Ross, release date 4/13/2023

Untitled by Darlene Tallman, release date 4/20/2023

Relinquishing Lilith by K.D. Latronico, release date 4/27/2023

Untitled by Juls Berghammer, release date 5/4/2023

Untitled by Shannon Heighton Hicks, release date 6/1/2023

Wreaked by E.M. Shue, release date 6/8/2023

Untitled by Linny Lawless, release date 6/15/2023

No Way Out by Kris Anne Dean, release date 6/22/2023

Vengeance of Lily Morgan by CJ Warrant, release date 6/29/2023

Untitled by Cedar Rose, release date 7/6/2023

Untitled by J. Lynn Lombard, release date 7/13/2023

Untitled by Jaime Russell, release date 7/13/2023

Untitled by Chelle C. Craze, release date 7/20/2023

Untitled by Letha Gene, release date 7/27/2023

ONE (Avenging Angels MC Book 6)

ONE: AVENGING ANGELS MC BOOK 6

by Nia Farrell

Length 48,247 words. Release date February 22, 2022.

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Jolene Chaisson draws the attention of the two Avenging Angels Enforcers

Jolene Chaisson (aka Sweet Thang) is something of a mystery. The Cajun beauty clearly comes from a privileged background, but no one knows what brought the young Louisiana woman to Illinois or how she ended up a sweetbutt in the Avenging Angels clubhouse.

To the club Enforcers Beast and Hawk, Sweet Thang is the woman they want but have never had. Even though she’s slept her way through most of the club’s single members, she’s avoided them, sensing they’re the most dangerous. When Beast and Hawk save her from being abducted and circumstances force them together, she realizes she’s never felt safer than in their arms.

But being with the Avenging Angels makes her a target for their enemies. Can Hawk and Beast protect her when Reaper reappears?

One (Avenging Angels MC Book 6) is part of a continuing storyline that begins in Find Her (Avenging Angels MC Book 1). While it can be read as a standalone, the timeline continues beyond this book, and your reading experience will be enhanced if you’ve read Books 1-5. Contains adult themes, consensual power exchange, and a BDSM relationship between two Dominant men and the submissive woman they share. MFM ménage, written for Ages 18+.

Excerpt 1 (PG13):

Beast watched the shifting look in Jolene’s whiskey eyes morph from surprise to trepidation to steely resolve. She was a brave one. He’d give her that.

He’d scared her shitless the first time she’d seen him in action, and she’d kept her distance ever since. As much as he regretted the circumstances that had thrown them together, he’d never forget how she felt lying in the circle of his arms, the softness of her skin, and the fragrance of her hair. He’d thought about asking Hawk to try and talk her into a threesome, but he didn’t want to put Jolene off his best friend, too.

“Here. Let me help,” Beast murmured, advancing slowly so that he didn’t set off any triggers. She might not remember what happened at the bar, but he fucking guaranteed her subconscious mind had recorded it all. “You need to be in bed until that shit is out of your system. Come on now, Sweet Thang. Can you stand for me?”

She planted a palm on the concrete vanity top and tried valiantly to push herself to her feet. Seeing the trouble she was having, Beast stepped in and took over. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her back to his bed, settling her in the center of the California king-sized mattress.

Grateful that she accepted his help rather than fight him, he piled pillows behind her back and pulled the top sheet over her lap, regretfully covering those killer legs of hers.

Breathing a soft sigh of relief when Hawk stepped back into the room, she bit her lip and kept her eyes downcast, refusing to look at either of them. Pride or prejudice? Beast wondered. After getting off to an unfortunate start, he was hoping that last night might turn things around. If she’d only talk to him…, give him a chance and get to know him, she’d learn that she could trust him to take care of her. Be her champion when she needed one and her Dominant as soon as he could get her to agree to a play session with him.

“I’m gonna get you some water,” he told her. “You need to drink. Hydrate. It’ll help get you back on track sooner.”

He hoped so, anyway, figuring it was a reasonable assumption. Jolene must have thought so, too, because she didn’t argue, just accepted the plastic tumbler he filled in the bathroom and pressed into her hands.

“When you’re ready, we need you to tell us about last night,” Hawk reminded her. “Everything you can remember.”

She cleared her throat, gripping the tumbler and holding it against her chest. “There was a band,” she began slowly. “It was crowded. I got a drink at the bar and was looking for a table when this guy saw me. He bought us both drinks and invited me to sit with him and his friends, Lyle, Red, and Buck. The other three were rodeo riders. Abe—the one who bought me a drink—was a clown.”

“A clown?” Beast asked, making sure he’d heard her right.

Jolene shuddered. “Nothing funny about him,” she chuffed. “I was on my second drink when I started feeling strange. I don’t remember anything after that.”

Excerpt 2 (NSFW)

“Clothes off, little girl.  Time for your bath.”

Jolene hesitated a beat before obeying.  Reaching down, she peeled off her hose and shrugged off her sheer robe, making a bundle and setting it by the black lace thong on one side of the sink.  Looking up, she met his gaze in the mirror and nervously bit her lip.

“What?” he asked, wondering what the hell was going on.  Why was she dragging her heels?

“The plug.”  She whispered the words like she was confessing her dirtiest, darkest secret.  “It’s still in.”

Beast dropped his gaze to the jeweled end winking in the incandescent light.  Hawk had said to leave it until she had to bathe or void, but he wasn’t here to remove it.

“Stay there,” he ordered.  Grabbing a spare roll of toilet tissue from beneath the sink, he tore off a section and laid it on the counter.  Pressing his left palm against the small of her back, he grasped the plug with his right hand, worked it in and out, and twisted it free, laying it on the tissue.  Her hole was slow to close but looked fine.

More than fine.

It was too damn tempting for an ass man like him.  Any notion that he could keep this impersonal shattered like broken fetters, allowing his erection to rise without impediments.

Spreading his fingers, he put his hand over the curve of her caned bottom and squeezed.

Moaning with pleasure, their Cajun painslut arched her spine and pushed back into his touch.  Between the swollen folds of her shaved pussy, her dewy slit glistened, her juices escaping to track down her thighs.  The air was thick with her musk.

Just how far would she let him go?

“Beautiful,” he murmured, the erotic timbre of his voice making her skin flock with goosebumps.  “What do you want, Sweet Thang?  You want it forced?  You want it rough?  You want me to tie you up or just throw you down and own that pussy and ass?”

He humped her crack, letting her feel just how hard he was for her.  The friction made her gasp and push her hips back to grind against him.

“Or I could take you here,” he rumbled.  “Keep you bent just like this and fuck that hungry hole of yours.  Stick my dick in your ass, fill you up, and ream you out.”

Her only response was heavy breathing and the look of desperation when their eyes met in the mirror.

Reaching for the bottom of his boxers, Beast pushed up the hem, pulled his erection out of the leg opening, and stroked it with his hand.  The vanity drawer had the lubricant and condoms he would need.  Taking out both, he ripped open a foil packet and pulled the prophylactic from its pouch.

Wrapping up, he lubed his length and wiped the excess in her crack, teasing her bunghole before dipping a finger inside.  “Safeword if you need to,” he told her, “but ten inches is coming your way.”

Jolene went still, forcing herself to relax.  Notching his glans in her hoop, Beast gripped her hips and tilted his pelvis, sinking his length into her inch by incredible inch.  She panted softly, sucking air between her teeth and pushing it out, gasping when he reached around and pinched her tit.  Keeping hold of the pebbled tip, he twisted and pulled it brutally, making her even wetter.

“I wish like hell I had clamps,” he rasped in her ear and bit it.  Sliding his hand south, he pushed his fingers into her groin and found her pleasure button.  “I’d make you stand straight and watch in the mirror while I played with your clit, tortured your nipples, and fucked your ass.”

Jolene went still for a moment.  Exhaling softly, she straightened her arms and pushed off the vanity, pressing her back against his front in silent invitation.

Beast felt a bolt of lust strike straight to his core.  “You sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, giving her one last chance before things got intense.

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly.  “But I’m tired of watching and wondering what it feels like when you fuck the other sweetbutts.”  She caught her lower lips between her teeth and searched his gaze.  When she released it, her mouth was set, and her whiskey eyes were lit with determination.  “I would like to be able to walk when we’re done.”

Beast pulled out an inch and pushed in deeper.  “Little girl, I had to carry you in here,” he reminded her.  “Do you really expect to walk out?”

“No.”

“Good.”

MIDNIGHT RAIDERS MC SERIES

The Midnight Raiders MC Series by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell debuts 12 April 2022 in the Twisted Steel: Third Edition. The anthology is up for pre-order, specially priced at 99¢. We hit the USA TODAY list with the second edition and hope the next one will be even more successful.

The book Claire and I are writing for it is MM, but we expect the second book in the series to be MMF. This new series is a unique take on a popular genre. We hope readers will enjoy it as much as we love writing it.

The series is set in Edwardsville, Illinois, home of a Route 66 festival where our Book 1 main characters meet. To research, I made a trip to this year’s festival, took lots of pictures, and wrote from first-hand observation. The century-old Sears and Roebuck house, local businesses, and clubhouse in the series are pure invention but fun to write. We can’t wait to show them to you!

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HELL’S FURY MC: DANGEROUS CURVES (GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON BOOK 1)

 

 

HELL’S FURY MC: DANGEROUS CURVES (GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON BOOK 1)

by USA Today Bestselling Authors Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length 49,315 words

Cover by Crystal Visions

Single Title Release Date November 6, 2021

 

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Originally part of the Twisted Steel: A Motorcycle Club Anthology (Second Edition), a USA Today bestseller.

 

Quake is a club Enforcer for the Hell’s Fury MC, gargoyle shifters who belong to The Order of the Dragon. Together, they are sworn to watch over mankind and supernaturals alike. Warrior, soldier, he’s never envisioned more out of life until a certain stripper catches his eye.

Magenta is a rare red maned wolf shifter. She’s the featured performer and highest-paid sex worker at The Pole Barn, a strip club and brothel near Las Vegas, Nevada, but it’s not where she plans to spend her life.

Magenta—aka Rory Lockheart—dreams of more.

When trouble comes knocking on Magenta’s door, it’s Quake who comes to her rescue. She’s the stuff of his dreams, but women like her don’t date even when attraction ignites between them.

After Magenta is kidnapped, all evidence points to the low-life jackal shifters in the Death’s Head MC. Can Quake find the rare beauty before it’s too late, or will she disappear from his life forever?

Quake and Magenta’s story concludes in Hell’s Fury MC: Rory (Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Book 2). This story ends with a cliffhanger and has adult situations and potential triggers. Written for Ages 18+.

 

Excerpt:

Leaning forward, she palmed one pec and bit his other nipple, licking the hurt away.

“Magenta,” he hissed a warning above her head, releasing her arm and fisting her hair.

The feel of it made her breathless with anticipation of what would happen next. Normally, it was the other way around.

She had that effect on men.

“You’re welcome,” she quipped. She hadn’t made him finish, and he hadn’t actually thanked her, but his look spoke volumes. The man was smitten with her. Too bad he couldn’t afford her.

But tonight was off the clock. Her time, not his dime. If she wanted fuck his brains out, Madam Belle couldn’t stop her. Not if she wanted to keep her around, and she did. Magenta was her top draw. A money-making machine.

Tonight, though, she just wanted to be Rory. To be with someone of her choosing.

To be with Quake.

“Stay…?” she asked him. “I’d feel safer if you did. I know you’ll protect me…, won’t you?”

A callused hand cradled her face. His dark eyes were enigmatic.

“Please?” she whispered, prepared to beg him if that’s what it took.

He searched her gaze, looking for answers to questions unknown, trying to figure out what was happening between them. She couldn’t deny that she felt it, too. Something indefinable. Remarkable. Foreign and yet strangely familiar.

An attachment a whore couldn’t afford to feel.

Tomorrow, she promised herself. Tomorrow, she’d exorcise it. Rid herself of it. Erase the memory of his touch and forget that tonight ever happened. Madam Belle had just what she needed to do it. But that was tomorrow.

Tonight, she wanted Quake.

BOUND BY THE PIRATE KING (PLUNDERED BY PIRATES BOOK 1)

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Bound by the Pirate King (Plundered by Pirates Book 1)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length: 57,711 words

Cover Design by Crystal Visions. Cover Reveal October 1, 2021.

Release Date November 26, 2021

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Mirabella Rousseau is on the run, sailing with her cousin from the Caribbean to France to escape an arranged marriage. Posing as Gaspard’s male servant offers a measure of protection until their ship is captured by the infamous pirate, Captain Giorgio Baretti.

When Giorgio and his first mate, Paolo Serra, learn Mirabella’s true identity, they quickly claim her for themselves, determined to make her pay for her uncle’s sins. Sworn enemies of Henri Allard, Giorgio and Paulo intend to bend his orphaned niece to their will, forcing her to share their bed whilst trying to uncover the secrets that she keeps.

Learning that Mirabella holds the key to the treasure map in Giorgio’s possession changes everything. Flung into a dangerous adventure of betrayal, passion, risk, and redemption, they must hazard all they hold dear to save themselves—including the young woman who has somehow touched their cold pirate hearts.

This swashbuckling historical ménage is written with dark humor, a murder mystery, and a dash of intrigue, replete with nods to modern pop culture. Fans of The Princess Bride will appreciate that Bound by the Pirate King began as a fictional novel in a fictional novel whose heroine had a taste for lurid literature and pirate play.

Written with heat, humor, and possible triggers for Ages 18+.

*****

Excerpt 1:

Mirabella sliced a look at the cage where her kitten was mewling, begging to be let out. “Lucky needs to eat,” she told them. “And drink. She needs tending. Played with. If you want me willing in your bed, you’ll take care of my pussy, poor thing.”

Paolo snickered. “I promise you, Mirabella, your pussy will not be neglected for long.”

“Indeed,” the captain agreed brightly. “We shall pay special attention to it, won’t we, First Mate? Together, we shall make certain it lacks for nothing.”

Lucky meowed in agreement as if it heard and understood every word they’d said.

Paolo left briefly, returning with a saucer of milk, a piece of salt pork, and a crust of bread. Freed from its cage, the kitten ate with gusto, then climbed the covers to lie in a patch of sunlight that dappled the captain’s bed.

Thankfully, Baretti allowed her to dress after her bath. Donning a chemise with a walking dress appropriated from the stores in the hold, she padded barefoot to the bed to check on her pet. Seeing her, the poor thing scurried over and began licking and nipping at her fingers as if it hadn’t just eaten.

“She was starving,” Mirabella scolded tartly. “From now on, meals are for the four of us, or I shall go hungry, too.”

Paolo arched a brow. “I think she means business, Captain.”

She straightened to her full height, well below theirs, and turned to face them. Capitaine Baretti met her gaze, filled with steely determination. Lucky was her baby. She refused to neglect her responsibility to meet its needs just to satisfy their base desires.

*****

Excerpt 2 (PG17):

“Search the room!” the pirate boomed.  Anything of value, bring on deck.”

Whoever was there laughed at the mess that Gaspard had made.  “He must have had his pistols buried,” an Irish-accented voice rang out. Having grown up with an uncle in politics, Mirabella had developed an ear for languages. She spoke five fluently and could manage a casual conversation in two more. 

“Nice ones, they were. I can see why he’d hide them. A pair like that would fetch a pretty penny in Nassau.”

“Paolo’s got his coin and guns,” a second man complained, Portuguese from the sounds of it. “I don’t know what he expects us to find.”

They found “Marcel Trudeau”, of course, sweating beneath a layer of Gaspard’s clothes when they searched his chest.

“Well, well!” the Irish pirate chortled. “Looks like the Frenchy keeps more in his toy box than pistols. “Out ye come, laddie. Let’s have a look at ye.”

Helpless to do aught else, Mirabella sat up, blinking her eyes in the thin light of the cabin. Grasping the edge of the chest, she pulled herself up to sit, then stand, acutely aware of the pirates’ consideration.

“Scrawny thing,” the Portuguese pirate pointed out the obvious. “Won’t be much help for crewing.”

The Irishman hummed. “He might make a decent cabin boy,” he mused. “If he’s been serving the Frenchy like I suspect, we could always put him in a dress and make him an honorary dame de voyage. I’m certain Salvatore will find him a vast improvement over a lump of straw.”

Mirabella felt a flash of fear strike like lightning in her veins. If they put a dress over her was one thing. She didn’t mind serving as a dance partner if that’s what they needed to alleviate their boredom. But there’s no way she could risk having them strip her and have her secrets exposed.

Climbing out of her hiding space, she stood back to let them finish searching. They managed to find the hidden compartment where Gaspard kept extra coins and jewelry. Satisfied that they’d discovered everything of value, they herded her down the hall and up the stairs to the main deck, where everyone else was assembled.

Prisoners, all.

A throaty moan she easily recognized came from nearby. Wondering what in God’s name was happening, she craned her neck and spied the newlyweds, draped facedown over two barrels sitting side by side. Both of them were being taken like animals, used for the pirates’ pleasure.

They were sodomites…

With a sinking feeling, she realized that masquerading as Marcel Trudeau did not offer the safety that she’d hoped. Gaspard must know it, too. Finding her in the crowd, he gave her a bleak look and a wan smile.

The two pirates who’d found her took the treasures they discovered and presented them to a tall, dark, striking figure of a man whose bearing was one of command. Their report included her, she was certain, when he turned his dark brown eyes her way and pinned her in place with his gaze.

Motioning to another of his crew, the dark devil dispatched him, sending him her way. Mirabella felt her knees weaken, threatening to buckle, when the giant hulk strode to where she stood. Without warning, he thrust his meaty hand between her legs, dislodging her codpiece so that it fell down the leg of her breeches to land by her knee.

She looked helplessly at Gaspard. 

Looked pleadingly at the pirate, who gave her an evil grin.

“Il Capitano was right,” Salvatore sighed with regret. “Come, wench. Time to pay the piper his due.”

*****

EXCERPT 3 (NSFW):

“And the key?” Giorgio questioned eagerly. “Is it close?”

She hesitated for a heartbeat. “Yes,”

“In your possession? Something you or your cousin are carrying?”

“Stop! I will not tell you more!”

Growling in anger, the captain straightened. “I will have it. One way or another, you will give it to me, mademoiselle.”

Paolo watched in growing amusement as they glared at each other across the table. This was going to be entertaining. Perhaps Giorgio had finally met his match.

The captain reached down and adjusted himself. “The defiance in your eyes makes my cock hard,” Giorgio rumbled. “I think it’s time you took us both.”

Confusion swept across Mirabella’s lovely face. “I thought….”

“Oh, there are many ways to take you. You’ve only experienced one. You have a choice: yield your maidenhead to us tonight, or we shall take your tight little bum at the same time.”

Her eyes grew wide. “That is impossible! You would not fit!”

“Trust me, mademoiselle, it is more than doable. You will feel every inch of us both inside you. Now. Your maidenhead, yes or no?”

“Non!” she spat, “I will not give it to either of you willingly. If you take it, then what I know of the map will go with me to the grave.”

“Arse it is, then,” Paolo smirked. “Shall I see what oil Rosa has in the cuisine? We’re going to need it if we don’t want to rip her apart.”

Giorgio agreed. “Fetch some and meet us upstairs.”

Rosa glowered at him when he stepped into the cuisine behind the house.

Baretti’s housekeeper didn’t mind the captain adding guests to impress with her cooking, but she vehemently disapproved of how they were treating Mirabella.

If the woman knew magick, they might be in trouble.

“I need oil,” he told her. “Something good for the skin, eh? Nothing that will burn if there’s an abrasion or scratch. Mild and gentle. What do you have?”

He’d tried to cover bases. He didn’t need oils that she may have added things to. Heaven help them if she’d grated ginger into any of them.

“Here,” she snarled, shoving a bottle of something into his hand. “Da captain’s olive oil. He can eat it or use it. Remind him when he has none to dip his bread into.”

Paolo nodded. “We’ll have to get more, then,” he murmured, glad to escape her withering stare.

Hastening back to the house, he mounted the stairs and approached Giorgio’s bedroom. The captain had stripped Mirabella of her clothes and was making her wash the rouge from her breasts.

Dio.  Rosa was going to be doubly pissed come laundry day.

Giorgio swiveled his head and found the bottle he carried. “Olive oil,” Paolo told him. “Use it sparingly and plan on getting more soon.”

Spanish prizes were always good for it. And if worse came to worse, they could always buy more.

Giorgio nodded, stripping off his clothes, already planning his next raid, he could tell.

Paolo presented him with the bottle to let him use it first. Mirabella’s eyes widened at the sight of Giorgio’s engorged manhood, which was fully hard for her again, its head like a ripe plum with dew clinging to the end.

He squeezed out more when he put oil in his palm and applied it, fisting his shaft and coating its length.

Mirabella was next. The captain tossed her onto the ticking and drizzled oil in her crevice, spreading it with his fingers over her anus and dipping a finger inside to lubricate her. He added a few more drops to the second finger he inserted and even more with the third. Usually, he would take her at this point, but tonight was special, trying something they’d never done before, sharing the same orifice at once.

Giorgio added a fourth finger and started pumping his arm, fucking her with his hand. “Si,” he crooned. “Do you feel that? I guarantee there is more coming your way, eh, Paolo?”

HELL’S FURY MC: RORY (GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON BOOK 2)

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HELL’S FURY MC: RORY

(GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON BOOK 2)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

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Length: 85,919 words

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Release Date, May 1, 2021

A single mother is confronted by the lover she was forced to leave behind.

Rory has made a new life for herself since escaping the Death’s Head MC sex slave ring. Her company is global, her baby boy is a blessing, and her best friend is her housemate. Haunted by memories of a traumatic past, she’s shocked when she comes face to face with the biker who saved her, the man she was forced to leave behind. Desperate to protect herself and the secrets she’s kept hidden, she pushes Quake away.

For over a year, Quake hasn’t been able to forget the beautiful redheaded shifter who slipped through his fingers. But the passion they’d shared has turned into nothing but cold, hard embers. While visiting New York, the Hell’s Fury MC enforcer stumbles across her picture on the internet and manages to track her down. The reunion isn’t anything like he’s dreamed. Rory is different, distant, and living a new life.

When her baby is kidnapped, Rory learns her past isn’t as buried as she’d hoped. Suddenly, the Death’s Head MC threatens all that she holds dear. Catapulted into a world she’d once escaped, Rory must fight to save herself and her child.

Feeling responsible for not killing the Death’s Head MC President, Khan, as he’d promised, Quake offers the Hell’s Fury MC to help find Rory’s son. Forced to put aside their differences and work together, he quickly learns that the chemistry between them is still there. When events take a twisted turn and fate reveals its hand, Quake realizes that there’s more at stake than either of them could have imagined.

Rory is a second-chance, secret-baby erotic MC romance with adult situations and potential triggers, written for Ages 18+.

The eleven books in Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Series feature members of the Hell’s Fury MC, Las Vegas NV Chapter, who appear as secondary characters in the original Guarded Hearts Series. Quake and Rory’s story begins in Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Book 1) and concludes in Hell’s Fury MC: Rory (Book 2). This novel can be enjoyed as a standalone, but your experience will be enhanced by reading their back story first.

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GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON SERIES:

Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Book 1) http://mybook.to/DangerousCurves (13 Apr 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Rory (Book 2) http://mybook.to/GHD2Rory (1 May 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Blue (Book 3) http://mybook.to/GHD3Blue (8 Aug 2021). Voted one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2021.

Hell’s Fury MC: Jesse (Book 4) http://mybook.to/GHD4Jesse (12 Feb 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kit (Book 5) http://mybook.to/GHD5Kit (11 June 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Scout (Book 6) http://mybook.to/GHD6Scout (22 Oct 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Emerson (Book 7)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kai (Book 8.)

Hell’s Fury MC: Max (Book 9)

Hell’s Fury MC: Dare (Book 10)

Hell’s Fury MC: Remy (Book 11)

Excerpt 1 (PG):

“What’s up, Rory?  You sound weird.”

“I’ve got to tell you, it’s kind of freaking me out.  I just left work, and Quake was there.  He found me.  I don’t know how, but he knows about me.  My business…”

“But not what matters most,” Sydney reminded her firmly.  “Just get your ass home.  We’ll figure something out.  As soon as we get off, I’m going to call Guy Marsden.  I’d have him intercept you, but you’ll be home before he can escort you back.  I’ll let him know he’s on the clock starting now.”

Guy Marsden owned a personal security business.  They used his services when they made a public appearance at fashion or trade shows, premieres, or other events.  Usually, Guy himself accompanied them.  From the furtive looks and admiring glances he slid Sydney’s way, she guessed that his interest was personal, not just professional.  To his credit, he kept things strictly business while he was on duty.  The trouble was, she didn’t know how long they’d need his services.

Quake was the club Enforcer for the Hell’s Fury MC outside Las Vegas, Nevada.  He was probably in town for another fight, the same as last year. 

She’d sent him a Dear John text the morning he’d flown back.

He was still angry after a year.  Knowing him, he wouldn’t let it go.  Not until he had answers that satisfied him.  Rory wasn’t ready to explain anything to him.  It was one of the reasons she’d left Nevada and never returned.  Seeing him again brought the past flooding back—the good and the bad.

By the time she reached the house, she was on the verge of a panic attack.  The security guard waved her through the gate as usual when he recognized her.  Pulling up in front of the house, she switched off the engine and loosened her grip on the steering wheel.  The November air hit her when she opened the door, and suddenly, she was back in the pit in the desert, cold, alone, and hurting.  Rory could hear the jackals taunting her, their hands pawing at her body—

“Rory?  It’s okay.  Just breathe, sweetie.  I’m here.  It’s going to be okay.”

Cracking her eyes open, she realized Sydney was standing beside her, wearing a worried expression.  Baby Quinn was in her arms, bundled in a blanket as she rocked him gently.

“Sorry,” Rory croaked, licking her dry lips.  “I… was having…”

“A flashback,” her best friend sighed.  “You haven’t had one of those in six months.  Did you shift?”

“No, thank the goddess,” she quickly assured her, shuddering at the thought of her uncontrolled transformations after she was abducted. “Quake…, seeing him brought everything back…  Shit, you’re cold.  Let’s get inside.”

Exiting the car, she walked with Sydney into the house.  Instead of going into the living room where Quinn had all his baby stuff, she headed for the basement.

They’d installed a specially designed cell in case her little problem ever returned.  A shifter who was unstable was not safe to be around.  Rory had attacked and killed when she was ambushed by the Death’s Head MC.  Her maned wolf form had emerged and slaughtered the jackal shifters, but she had no recollection of it.  What followed had been a terrifying time for her.  Unable to control what had always been natural, she’d agreed to go into rehab until her psychiatrist could figure out what was going on.

Dr. Steele had helped her get back in command of her body.  The thought of losing herself again was even more frightening than having to face Quake.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she stood for long, painful moments, battling her fears, bolstering her courage.  The doorbell sounded, and she raced upstairs, praying it wasn’t the Hell’s Fury Enforcer. 

Sydney answered, holding three-month-old Quinn on her hip and standing back to let Guy Marsden in.

“Ladies,” he greeted them, the telltale bulge of his shoulder holster evident beneath his jacket.  Guy reached out and tickled Quinn’s cheek, earning a toothless grin.  “Hey! How’s my boy?” he cooed.  “Christ, he’s getting big!  What have you been feeding him?”

Rory couldn’t answer, not once she’d looked past Guy’s shoulder and spied Quake’s face across the street.

Sydney saw him, too, and ran interference.  “Don’t just stand there, handsome.  Come on in, and you and this little man can play to your heart’s content,” she gushed, knowing Quake was listening.  Hell, with those gargoyle ears, he might even hear them once they closed the door.

Rory’s day just went from bad to worse.  Quake knew where they lived.  There was no more hiding from him now.

Excerpt 2 (NSFW)

Rory followed Quake upstairs and showed him where Quinn’s little swim trunks were.  Diaper bag packed, he started downstairs, headed for the coat closet and the blacked-out SUV they’d given him to drive.

As soon as she heard the front door close, she closed the door to her bedroom, flipped on the soundtrack from Fifty Shades of Grey, stripped off her clothes,and pulled her newest toy from its box, marveling at how close she’d come to replicating Quake’s perfection.  As wet as she was, she could probably have done without lube but she used it anyway, greasing up the sex toy and wiping the excess between her legs.  Lying back on her bed, she spread her legs, parted her folds, found her opening, and began working it inside her, stretching her tissue, reminding herself that she’d handled him, and remembering how deliciously they’d fit.  In, out, harder, deeper.  Memories surfaced of the hot tub and her upstairs suite.  The air mattress in a veterinarian’s basement.  Quake’s bed in his cadre’s clubhouse.

She’d begged him to take her, urging him on.

“Fuck me.  Fuck me, Quake,” she whispered, driving in deep and twisting her nipple to send herself hurtling over the edge.

She was still panting when she heard it—a sound in the hall.

“Shh,” a male voice exhorted.  “Not now, little man.”

Quinn’s answering laugh made her breath seize in her chest.  Quake was here.  Quake had heard her.  And there was nothing she could say to explain it away.

And that’s when she felt it again, another orgasm building with the dildo shoved in her pussy and her fingers pinching her tit.  Quake hummed loud enough he knew she’d hear him.  Know that he was the one giving her a second orgasm.  Not the dildo.  Not her memories.  That gargoyle voice of his. As it hit her in a crashing wave, Rory arched her back against the mattress with a little cry.

“Oh, man, Quinn.  Again?  Wasn’t one poopy diaper enough?”

Rory’s eyes snapped open and she slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.  Movement in her equaled orgasms.  Her son’s reaction to Quake’s voice registered in his bowels.  It was ludicrous.  Ridiculous.  Too damn funny.

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ASH (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 7)

Ash: Guarded Hearts Book 7

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

VOTED ONE OF THE 50 BEST INDIE BOOKS OF 2021

Length: 112,488 words

Cover Design by Crystal Visions.

Release Date, Mar 7, 2021

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On the run from her mobster stepfather, Ashlee Gabrielli knows to trust no one. When Ash stumbles through the gates of the Citadel looking for a place to hide, she has no idea the men here are shifters.

Tobias Santini is the leader of The Order of the Phoenix. The cadre’s superior has guided his men and protected their women since the first fated mate was found. With everyone else in relationships, Tobias remains alone, serving as guardian to them all.

When he discovers Ash hiding in the garden, everything changes. She’s the image of a woman he loved and lost a lifetime ago, and she’s in trouble. Taking her under his wing, Tobias vows to protect her—even from himself when attraction sparks between them.

Ash is inexplicably drawn to the silver fox superior. Eventually, he reveals their past life connection, but he’s still keeping secrets. She has one, too, possessing a dangerous gift that no one foresees. With forces unfolding their insidious plans and a final showdown brewing, the men of the Citadel will need every ally they have to survive the wrath of the vampire Etienne. Yet even that might not be enough this time.

This epic Season One finale has BDSM, consensual power exchange, dark themes, and potential triggers, including a history of child abuse. The first DD/lg book of the series is written for Ages 18+.

Guarded Hearts Season One features The Order of the Phoenix. Season Two will feature members of The Order of the Dragon, Hell’s Fury MC, who appear as secondary characters in Season One. Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Guarded Hearts Book 7.5/Season Two Prequel) debuts in the Twisted Steel 2 MC Anthology out 13 April 2021.

EXCERPT 1 (PG):

<p class="has-text-align-justify" value="<amp-fit-text layout="fixed-height" min-font-size="6" max-font-size="72" height="80"><strong>Tobias stared at the angel before him. Skin still flushed from her bath, she was a vision of beauty and so startlingly like his Francesca, he almost forgot she wasn’t.</strong>Tobias stared at the angel before him. Skin still flushed from her bath, she was a vision of beauty and so startlingly like his Francesca, he almost forgot she wasn’t.

“What?” Ash questioned, looking at him like he’d gone mad.

Catching himself, he realized he’d been staring like a besotted fool. Moonstruck by this enigmatic young woman.

Tobias cleared his throat. “Forgive me, I should have set out a brush and comb for you to use.” Ash still had questions to answer and could easily be a threat to his home if she was working for their enemies. Showing her kindness was one way of putting her at ease.

Ash shrugged a slim shoulder. “I used a bunch of other stuff, but it would be nice to brush my hair before we eat.”

Tearing himself away, Tobias quickly fetched the items and brought them back to her. When she reached to take them, he could smell the subtle scent of his favorite soap on her hair and skin. Why it pleased him, he wasn’t sure. He was desperate to know why she looked so much like the one woman who had meant so much to him, one he’d lost centuries ago. Coincidence? Or was something darker and more nefarious at play?

He watched her turn, quickly returning to the bathroom to brush her locks and bring order to the messy blonde mop.

He had planned to work on the carousel phoenix today but he didn’t dare leave her alone. One unguarded moment and she might disappear as quickly as smoke. Remembering the way the air had rippled around him when he’d caught her by the wall, he frowned. He needed to know who she was…, what she was, and what powers she possessed.

Perhaps it was time to call Father Xavier over for a visit. The priest was the acting head of the Guardians of the Sacred Light cell in the city. Although the secret organization had no real love for supernaturals, Xavier had many he called friends. If anyone would know what this woman was, it would be him. Tobias wondered if she was some kind of changeling or shapeshifter. That would explain why she had Francesca’s face. Perhaps she had picked up his thoughts which had been so heavy with the past lately and used an image from his memories.

“Ready.”

The sound of her voice dragged him from his musings. Standing before him, she stared up at him, her expression a mix of innocence and nervousness. Tobias remembered her earlier fear when he’d grappled her to the ground and felt a surge of protectiveness toward this female who had come so unexpectedly under his care.

Whether she was his prisoner or his ward remained to be seen.

EXCERPT 2 (NSFW):

“Hey,” Tobias whispered. “We don’t have to do this.”

Ash straightened her spine. “Yes, we do. You know we do.”

Her virginity might have been stolen from her by the monster she’d lived with, but to Ash, this would be her first time. The one she would always remember. She’d chosen Tobias to give her the memory of what it should have been like. Something to treasure. The first man she’d truly been attracted to. Her choice. No one else’s.

Ash knew she’d made the right decision from the way he kept talking to her. If she said stop, she knew in her heart he would.

Walking on her knees, she straddled his head and let the calloused hands on her hips guide her into place. She curled her fingers around the top of his headboard and hung on for the ride.

He licked her, a sinful stroke of his tongue that made her want to grind herself on his face and use it to get herself off like she’d used his fingers. He licked her again, shifted her, angled his head, and started fucking her with his tongue. Her small breasts swung with the motion, pelvis rocking against his hungry mouth. He feasted on her like a starving man before finding her clit and letting his finger fill the void he’d left behind.

A familiar tension built, holding her in its grip, refusing to let her go but not letting her find completion, either. She whimpered, feeling desperate and needy.

Hearing her, Tobias gave her clit one last lick, fastened his lips over it, and sucked it into his mouth. Working a second finger into her pussy, he banged her with his fingers, curled them, and drove her over the edge.

She’d never come so hard in her life. Juices shot out, wetting his face. Her spasming walls milked his hand, tightening around his digits like a Chinese finger trap.

“Sorry,” she apologized when he tried to pull out and her muscles clenched that much harder. “I guess my pussy doesn’t want to let you go.”

Embarrassed, she couldn’t meet his gaze. This was so different than what she’d experienced in the past. Better but at the same time she felt awkward and unsure. Tobias was older than she was. He wasn’t quite human but he had confidence that assured her he’d done things like this before. Ash pushed aside the twinge of jealousy. Tonight was her night. She wasn’t going to let thoughts of his other lovers spoil it.

He didn’t let that deter him. Instead, he started teasing her clit, toggling it with his tongue, drawing designs on it that helped her to open up to him. He fucked her with two fingers and worked in a third, jacking his hand in short forays that grew in strength and speed. When she was on the verge of coming again, he fucking lifted her by the waist, sat up with her, and lowered her onto his cock.

Or tried to.

Four fingers might have been enough to stretch her out.

“Breathe, babygirl,” he murmured. “Take hold of me if you need to. Part your lips with the tip and find your opening and guide me in. Just like that. Christ.”

Thank goodness she was slick. It was all she could do to wedge the head of his erection inside her and slowly sink down onto it, inch by incredible inch. The man was huge. Huge. Her god of the forge was hung like a horse. It took forever to work her way down, rocking against him, gaining ground with every push.

She winced when he hit bottom.

“Ssh,” he crooned. “Just hold still. Let your body adjust. Don’t try to rush it. Everything will come in time.”

He started whispering lovetalk in an odd mix of Italian and Latin, telling her how beautiful she was, how brave she was, how lucky he was to have found her. Ash took it as all the things she imagined a man was supposed to say during sex. Not the insults and threats she’d endured at the hands of her stepfather.

But Tobias kept on, vowing to protect her, to cherish her. She knew this was different when he bent his head and kissed her breast and confessed he couldn’t wait to see their baby there.

Men didn’t talk babies. Not like he was talking.

She realized then that he wasn’t wearing a condom.

Oh, God. What was she thinking?

“It’s a bit soon for that, don’t you think?” she asked him nervously. 

Tobias jerked back his head, shocked that she knew what he’d been saying.

“You’re not wearing a rubber,” she reminded him. “Promise me you won’t get me pregnant. I’m too young for that. I want to live a little before I think about having kids. Jesus, I’m barely more than a kid myself.”

Guilt washed over his features. “I don’t have condoms,” he confessed. “I haven’t needed them.”

What?

He didn’t have lovers or hookups or whatever? How could that possibly be as good looking and fit as he was?

“You’re going to buy some,” she ordered. “If we’re going to keep doing this, I’m not taking chances. Meanwhile, can you control yourself enough to pull out to finish? I don’t care where, just as long as it’s not inside me.”

Flexing his hips and driving up into her, he wove his fingers into her hair and pressed their foreheads together, holding her close while they shared each labored breath. “I do. I can. I will,” he swore.

“Okay, then. I’m trusting you to take care of me.”

“Always.”