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: JESSE

 

HELL’S FURY MC: JESSE

(GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 10)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Release date 12 February 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 unexpected 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. Written for Ages 18+.

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 every hormone sing hallelujahs.  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.

BOOKS IN GUARDED HEARTS SEASON ONE:

Morgan (#1) http://mybook.to/GH1 (19 Oct 2019)

Casey (#2) http://mybook.to/GH2 (13 Mar 2020). Voted one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2020.

Raven (#3) http://mybook.to/GH3 (8 Aug 2020)

Riley (#4) http://mybook.to/GH4 (12 Sept 2020)

Darcy (#5) http://mybook.to/GH5 (23 Oct 2020)

Sam (#6) http://mybook.to/GH6 (2 Jan 2021)

Ash (#7) http://mybook.to/AshGH7 (7 Mar 2021). Voted one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2021.

BOOKS IN GUARDED HEARTS SEASON TWO/HELL’S FURY MC:

Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (#7.5 prequel) https://books2read.com/TwistedSteel (13 Apr 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Rory (#8) http://mybook.to/RoryGH8 (1 May 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Blue (#9) http://mybook.to/BlueGH9 (8 Aug 2021). Voted one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2021.

Hell’s Fury MC: Jesse (#10) http://mybook.to/JesseGH10 (12 Feb 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kit (#11) (11 June 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Scout (#12) (22 Oct 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Emerson (#13) (11 Feb 2023)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kai (#14) (10 June 2023)

Hell’s Fury MC: Max (#15) (21 Oct 2023)

Hell’s Fury MC: Dare (#16) (10 Feb 2024)

Hell’s Fury MC: Remy (#17) (8 June 2024)

DARCY (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 5)

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.”

 

 

 

 

Replay Book 12: CAGED

 

Replay Book 12: CAGED

by Nia Farrell

Length 22,689 words. Release date June 20, 2020.

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Kitten gets a Daddy Dom for Father’s Day!

The pandemic has struck and play weekends are canceled at Replay BDSM theme resort after one of the owner’s wife’s patients tests positive. The few patrons still there agree to self-quarantine with a two-week all-inclusive stay. While Sir Piers remains home with his family, it’s left to his executive assistant Kitten and his administrative assistant Samael to see that things run smoothly at the resort.

One of their guests is triple-platinum recording artist Thaddeus Rhodes, a tattooed, bearded Daddy Dom who’s into steampunk cosplay. Thaddeus thinks it’s a shame that Kitten takes care of everyone else and no one takes care of this little.

Faced with two weeks of lockdown, Kitten comes up with a list of things to help to pass the time. What starts out as a game of ways to please this Daddy quickly evolves into something much, much more.

This story includes consensual power exchange, DD/lg ageplay, partner sharing, domestic discipline, and bisexual ménage scenes. If any of this offends you, please don’t buy this book. Written for Ages 18+.

Author’s Note: Kitten has been a secondary character in the first eleven Replay books. It was wonderful to finally meet her. I love that Kitten finds her perfect Daddy Dom just in time for Father’s Day!

EXCERPT (PG13):

He was a Dominant without a permanent submissive and Kitten was a little who needed a Daddy. Before today, he’d only known her professionally as Sir Piers’s executive assistant and an integral part of what made Replay BDSM theme resort successful. He would never have encroached on Sir Piers’s territory, would never have offered to be her Dominant, but the circumstances they found themselves had him doing things that were, in short, extraordinary.

They’d both been potentially exposed to a deadly virus. In two weeks, they’d know if their self-quarantine was a necessary precaution. Meanwhile, he had music weaving itself in his head and a little whose ass needed reddened for working through her lunchtime.

Not good.

Not good at all.

She eyed the ornate cage in the corner with a mix of anticipation and trepidation—and who could blame her? He’d told her what he intended to do. He was going to spank her bottom, tuck her inside, and keep her there until she was truly repentant. What he hadn’t told her was what would happen next. When she was full of remorse and riddled with angst about what she could do to please him, he planned to bind her arms to the bars and take her where she stood…

EXCERPT (NSFW):

Crawling to the door of her cage, she sat back on her heels in a Gorean pose and waited for him to notice. He made her wait a minute more while he finished whatever he was typing on his tablet before hitting send and closing it.

“Well, little miss. Are you going to share what’s in that busy mind of yours? Have you thought of ways to please me?”

She knew men. He’d be expecting the usual. A blow job. Vaginal sex. Anal sex. A lap dance. A strip routine. Things men typically envisioned for immediate gratification.

“I think so, Daddy. I hope so. First, I’d like to dress like Bindi in Iron Domination and play hide-and-seek with you aboard the Nebula.”

If he’d read the books (and judging by the beard-shadowed curl of his lips, he had), he’d know exactly where to find her.

“I like the way you think, little girl. Go on.”

“When you’ve found me, I’ll give you a bath like Bindi does Adams…, rub your feet and massage your neck before bed.”

“That’s two.”

Only two, and he was already hard for her.

“In the morning, I’ll cook you breakfast and serve it to you on a tray wearing nothing but a smile.”

He liked the sound of that, too.

“Three,” he counted.

“After dinner that night, we can play a game of chess. The winner gets to pick what porn to watch and act out.”

“That’s four,” he hummed. “One more.”

“I could give Daddy a massage,” she offered.

He narrowed his eyes. “You’re already giving me one after my bath.”

“But this is different,” she swore. “Special. It’s internal massage. A prostate massage.”

“Five,” he rumbled, reaching for the door.

“And then,” she breathed, “I’ll polish your knob—” she left it hanging, letting his imagination run wild “—on your walking stick. The silver-gripped one. It’s too heavy to use for impact play, but I can help you find another cane to use. Or you can make me cut a switch.”

“Six,” he rasped, curling his fingers around his erection and rubbing himself through his fly.

“One more,” she added, licking her lips for effect. “I want to give Daddy head while massaging his prostate. I want you to come down my throat and make me swallow every drop.”

The heat in his eyes was incendiary.

“My turn,” he growled. “I want to tie you to the sides of the cage. Clamp your nipples. Suck your clit. Get you wet and fuck you through the bars with my fingers digging into your hips so hard, you’ll be wearing my bruises tomorrow and feeling my dick for days. In your pussy. In your ass. What’s your safeword, pet? One to slow and one to stop.”

She could get creative later. Right now, she needed fucked. “Yellow and red, Daddy. Yellow to slow and red to stop. Please…,” she begged, eyes widening when he unbuttoned his fly and she saw the size of his erection. He was huge. Massive. Nine inches long and nearly as thick as her wrist.

There was no way he was going to fit.

Daddy smirked. “I like it when you beg,” he rumbled. “I want to make you squeal. Put your back against the bars, elbows out, arms bent, hands up. I’ll tie you with enough give to let you move a bit. It’s more fun that way.”

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PLUNDERED BY PIRATES SERIES

PLUNDERED BY PIRATES SERIES

from Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

While writing our Guarded Hearts Series, we had to create a library of stories for our reader-heroines and Plundered by Pirates was born! Our new series launches on Black Flag Friday (Nov 26, 2021) with Bound by the Pirate King, a Caribbean swashbuckler set in the early 1800s and inspired by real-life pirates operating in the area at the time.  Ravaged by the Wasteland Warlord (Plundered by Pirates Book 2) will be a post-apocalyptic dark romance. Shanghaied by the Brazen Beast (Plundered by Pirates Book 3) will have a steampunk/gaslight theme. In 2024, we’ll release three titles in a sci-fi trilogy: Stolen by the Sirian Smuggler, Sold by the Sirian Smuggler, and Saved by the Sirian Smuggler, where a porn star abducted from Earth survives a series of misadventures and ends up with an intergalactic reverse harem.  

This series will have it all, with pirates whose weapons range from cutlasses to computers.  There’ll be a little something for everyone—historical, futuristic, sci-fi, dystopian, contemporary, and speculative fiction written with a twist of dark humor and a whole lot of heat.  Think The Princess Bride meets Captain Blood, Guardians of the Galaxy, and Mad Max and you’ll see where we’re headed with this.

So… batten down the hatches and mark your calendars.  Pirates are headed your way!

 

PLUNDERED BY PIRATES RELEASE SCHEDULE:  

Bound by the Pirate King 26 November 2021

Ravaged by the Wasteland Warlord 25 November 2022

Shanghaied by the Brazen Beast 24 November 2023

Stolen by the Sirian Smuggler 1 November 2024

Sold by the Sirian Smuggler 15 November 2024

Saved by the Sirian Smuggler 29 November 2024

Tempted by the Cunning Corsair 28 November 2025

Taken as the Pirate’s Prize 27 November 2026

Shared by the Viking Horde 26 November 2027

THE THREE GRACES DUET 3: SOMETHING MORE, SOMETHING PRECIOUS

 

THE THREE GRACES DUET 3:

SOMETHING MORE, SOMETHING PRECIOUS

by Nia Farrell

(Books Three and Seven in the series are available as single titles.)

Something More was a 2016 Golden Heart Finalist for Best BDSM Book of the Year

Duet release date January 4, 2020

Free with Kindle Unlimited

Amazon Universal     Amazon US

Goodreads TBR     BookBub reviews 

 

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 last of the three duets—she said/he said written from Rachel Givens and Cord Colson’s points of view.

 

Something More (The Three Graces Book Three)

is written in Rachel’s voice.

Teasers and Excerpts http://bit.ly/TGBook3WP

 

Loving a biker and his adult film star brother came at a terrible price. Taken by a rival gang, beaten beyond recognition and sexually assaulted, Rachel Givens saw a chance to survive by claiming the identity of the other girl who was taken and killed. She spent months recovering from her physical injuries but still struggles with PTSD. Add her three-year-old autistic daughter to the equation, and Rachel (now Rae Simmons) has her hands more than full as she makes a new life for them in a quiet little town.

When her former lovers walk into the restaurant where she works, it’s clear that the Colson brothers have come for more than the plate lunch special. Once Rachel gladly submitted to their domination, but she hasn’t been with a man since her ordeal. She has triggers and issues and a daughter whose needs come first. Cord and Cam don’t care whether or not Hannah is theirs. As far as they’re concerned, Hannah is Rachel’s and Rachel is theirs.  They’ll do whatever it takes to convince Rachel that they belong together.

This expanded second edition of a 2016 Golden Flogger Finalist is a BDSM MFM ménage erotic romance with adult situations and potential triggers. Written for Ages 18+.

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Something Precious (The Three Graces Book Seven)

is written from Cord’s point of view.

Teasers and Excerpts http://bit.ly/TG7WP

 

Cordell “Cruz” Colson’s world ended when the woman he and his brother loved was kidnapped and killed by a rival MC.  After four years in prison for a crime he didn’t commit, Cord learns that Rachel is alive and living under an assumed name.  As soon as Cord walks out a free man, the former biker and his porn star brother Cameron head for the little town of Posey, Minnesota.  They’re determined to take Rachel home with them where she belongs.

Only Rachel isn’t alone.

Rachel Givens aka Rae Simmons has post-rape PTSD and a three-year-old autistic daughter, father unknown.  A blood test will hopefully answer the question of paternity.  Chances are, Hannah belongs to Cord.  Whatever the results, the Colson brothers won’t rest until Rachel remembers what it was like to submit to them, to be shared by them.  Two men love her, and they’ll do whatever it takes to win her back and be a family.

A New Age, New Adult MFM BDSM ménage, written for ages 18+.

 

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Excerpt 1:

The memory jolts me, and I realize there is a tiny, tiny chance that my daughter is his.  He usually took my mouth or my ass, but in a marathon session the night before the last time he left, he had all of me, every way that he could take me, with and without Cord, who was still there, watching, when he wasn’t joining in.

I wonder what he thought when I said that he couldn’t be Hannah’s father.  Was he hurt, thinking that I could so easily forget?  Or did he realize the horrors that followed mere days later messed with my mind?

“I remember,” I whisper against his mouth.  “This.  Us.  I remember….”  It’s why he needed tested, too.  Oh, God.

I kiss him.  Open mouth, tongue thrusting, hands fisting in his hair, bent on ruining his hundred dollar cut.  Forgive me.  Punish me.  Take me.  Don’t hurt me.  My mind is a maelstrom, but my body is on fire.

 

Excerpt 2:

Rachel opens the door.  We follow her into the living room.  It’s an older home, probably built in the forties or fifties, with dated fixtures and painted over wallpaper.  Good bones, though.  A fixer-upper if you’re handy, and I am.  Her furnishings are worn but the space is clean, neat and tidy except for a pile of building blocks abandoned near a three-shelf bookcase that’s filled with children’s books and DVDs.

My heart seizes when I realize her child is old enough for blocks and books and animated films.  A sense of urgency grips me, and I look for her.  Rachel’s daughter.  There’s a little girl lying under the coffee table with her eyes closed.  Her hair is the color of mine and Cam’s—and now Rachel’s since she dyed it.

“Have a seat, guys.”  Rachel points to the sofa.  “Just watch your feet around Hannah.”

Thanks to Cam’s lack of communication, I have questions that won’t wait.  “How old is she?”

“She turned three on March twenty-second.”

God.

Oh, God.

My jaw tightens, and I rub the back of my neck beneath my ponytail.  She’s quiet now, stopping short of disclosure.  She’s going to make me say it, make me ask the question whose answer I may hate to hear.  Rachel was taken, held by men with no mercy and an agenda.  The timeframe is so close.

I swallow, hard.  My voice is rough with emotion when I ask, “Is she mine?”

My words are like the crack of a whip, reopening wounds that clearly haven’t healed.

Rachel can’t bear to look at me.

She glances at my brother and drops her gaze to her lap.  “Probably.”

Holy mother of all—

I’ve been so focused on the enemy without I never considered I might need to look closer to home.

“Fuck, Cam!”

His eyes flash, indignant.

Fucker.

I almost snort.  He knows as well as I do what happened that last time we were together.  It was fucking Fourth of July weekend.  Three days, spent mostly in bed.  I was preoccupied with club business, about to leave, heading out to set up the Lost Creek MC safehouse, getting ready for the war that we feared was coming with the Blackwater Demons MC.  Cam was only too happy to distract Rachel while I packed.

We’ll be having more than words later, I fucking guarantee it.  Son.  Of.  A.  Bitch.

Cam bristles, still rejecting the idea that he might be a baby daddy.  If he is, he’d better man the fuck up.

“Hey!”

“Enough!” she hisses.  “You will watch your language, or you will leave.  She’s not Cam’s.  We never… we didn’t… We were never together without you.”

I say nothing but inside, I’m feeling this weird mix of relief and hope and trepidation.  Cam’s tastes run toward mouth and ass.  I don’t remember him dipping his wick in Rachel’s pussy more than once or twice if that.  But there are others.  The ones who kidnapped her.  Who brutalized her.

Who raped her.

Monsters, they took what was ours.

Rachel draws a deep breath.  And another.  She looks at her hands.

They’re shaking.

Fuck.

“You two need to go.”

We can’t.  Not yet.  I’ve spent four years mourning her loss and I’m not walking out of here without some answers.  She might not know who fathered Hannah, but she sure as hell can tell us why she let us think that she was dead.

I motion Cam to stay right where he is.  “Talk to me, Rachel.  Tell me why… this.”

The pain in her voice cuts me like a knife.  “You don’t want to know.  You won’t want to hear it.”

“Fuck, Rach—”

She throws up her hand, putting any conversation on hold.  Loading a DVD in the player, she glances at Hannah and motions for us to follow her into the kitchen.  She starts the exhaust fan over the stove before turning to face us.

Christ, the look on her face.  The innocent girl we knew is gone.  This is a woman who has clearly been through hell and back.

“They.  Took.  Me.”  She spits the words, full of bile, at me.  “They stole me from my house, and then they took me.  Do… you… understand?  For two nights and three days.  At least one of them had your coloring.”  She looks at the coffee table, where her daughter is hiding.  “Is she yours?  Who knows, really?”

Shit shit shit.

Her words strike me like brass knuckles, landing hard enough to strip away any pretense, beating me down and leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable.  The harsh truth is, she didn’t say anything that I haven’t thought to myself.

Still, hearing it from her lips is wrenching.

I feel the color drain from my face.

“Sorry if I didn’t write you,” she snips, “but then, I’m supposed to be dead.”

Jesus, I don’t know how she can sound so cavalier, watching the blood pour from the holes her words have ripped in me.  She’s right.  I don’t want to listen, but hearing this is part of my fucking penance, punishment for not protecting her.

 

The Three Graces Duet 1: Something Else, Something Amazing

http://mybook.to/TGD3

Something Special (The Three Graces Book Six,

the honeymoon book for the Duet 1 threesome)

http://mybook.to/TG6

 

The Three Graces Duet 2: Something Different, Something Awesome

http://mybook.to/TGD2

 

The Three Graces Duet 3: Something More, Something Precious

http://mybook.to/TGD3

 

 

Each book is written as a standalone, but the timeline starts in Something Else (Book 1).

Series reading order:

 

Something Else

Something Different

Something More

Something Amazing

Something Awesome

Something Special

Something Precious

 

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

Amazon Universal http://mybook.to/TGD1

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B083F3LPQ4

Goodreads http://bit.ly/TGDuet1GR

BookBub http://bit.ly/TGD1BB

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. 

Teasers and excerpts http://bit.ly/TG4WP 

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