Sunday, 17 December 2017

#Coverreveal #KayBlake #FreeMe


Title: Free Me (Book 2 of The Kim Brothers Series)
Author: Kay Blake
Genre: Interracial Romance/Contemporary Romance/ Multicultural Romance
Blurb:
Savannah:
My biggest focus in life is taking the steps necessary to get back to the person I used to be. And dancing seems to be the only thing that’s keeping that part of me alive. I love dancing. Love it with my whole being.
And then there’s David. He’s different. He’s intriguing. And he is making me question all the things I’ve said about being in relationships.
I’m afraid of being hurt again. I’m afraid of failing like I’ve done before.
But maybe there is more room in my life for more than I originally thought.
David:
I’m not going to lie, I don’t take much seriously. Life is to be lived and life is for having fun. And so, I do just that. I live my life the way I see fit, and I repeat that mantra every day.  No commitments. No attachments. Just uninhibited fun.
But then I literally bump into the most memorizing, woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.
And now I’m torn between being the person I thought I wanted to be and wanting to be a better me for her.

Buy Links:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Free-Me-Novella-Brothers-Book-ebook/dp/B0785WX42L
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36951083-free-me

Author Bio:
Kay is an award winning author who writes sassy, sexy and sweet contemporary and interracial romance. She is from arguably the greatest city in the world. (New York). She is a sarcastic sweetheart who prefers snuggling at home with a good book. Kay is a mom of 3 cubs and a wife. Kay indulges in strawberry cheesecake, horror movies, Harry Potter, The Walking Dead, wrestling and of course a happily ever after.

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Saturday, 16 December 2017

Ain’t a friendship, sweetheart. This here’s love, and it’s fucking forever...



True, Deep and Forever: Part 1
Book 5 of The Dark and Damaged Hearts

Coming December 29th

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One marriage ... a second chance at love

Eight years ago their love was instantaneous, all-consuming and intense. Garret Banks had to have Amy Shaw the moment he met her, and no one thought the flame would ever go out.


Now, they have everything they’ve ever wanted: great careers, a beautiful baby, and a rock-solid marriage. Or do they? Garret’s high-stress architectural job is taking its toll. Amy's predicaments would be hilarious if they didn't make her want to cry. And to make matters worse, her ex is back in the picture, demanding answers about the wild passion she left behind — answers she isn’t willing to give. 


Garret and Amy grab quick, dirty sex while they can, but in between mommy wars, annoying in-laws, sleep deprivation and fears of betrayal, their marriage is put to the test time and time again. Once they were sure love conquers all, but how far can one marriage bend before it snaps?




So now what?” I asked as we lay back in bed all tangled up in each other. His head was on my belly, and I was running my hands lightly up his spine.
“I dunno,” he replied nonchalantly, his own hand drawing provocative circles on my bare thigh. He kissed the small heart tattoo on my hip. “I’m not hungry. We just had a huge breakfast.”
“Yeah, me either,” I sighed, closing my eyes and leaning back against the headboard. “This is nice. We could just do this all day.”
I felt him smile against my stomach. His hand traveled up my thigh, wended its way across my pelvis and down between my legs. My belly stirred as I instinctively parted my thighs for his wandering hand.
“I might need some time to build up the troops again. I’m not twenty-one anymore,” he said, shifting down the bed so that he was now, once again, face first in my bush. “But I could eat you out all damn day.”
“Oh, Mr. Banks,” I sighed, sinking down into the covers and closing my eyes, “I think this is the beginning of a very beautiful friendship.

“Ain’t a friendship, sweetheart,” he replied after a delicious lick to my clit. “This here’s love, and it’s fucking forever.”



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Thursday, 14 December 2017

Did you just roll your eyes at me, young lady? 3rd #NSFW excerpt from True, Deep and Forever: Part 1



True, Deep and Forever: Part 1
Book 5 of The Dark and Damaged Hearts


One marriage ... a second chance at love

Eight years ago their love was instantaneous, all-consuming and intense. Garret Banks had to have Amy Shaw the moment he met her, and no one thought the flame would ever go out.

Now, they have everything they’ve ever wanted: great careers, a beautiful baby, and a rock-solid marriage. Or do they? Garret’s high-stress architectural job is taking its toll. Amy's predicaments would be hilarious if they didn't make her want to cry. And to make matters worse, her ex is back in the picture, demanding answers about the wild passion she left behind — answers she isn’t willing to give. 


Garret and Amy grab quick, dirty sex while they can, but in between mommy wars, annoying in-laws, sleep deprivation and fears of betrayal, their marriage is put to the test time and time again. Once they were sure love conquers all, but how far can one marriage bend before it snaps?




“Did you just roll your eyes at me, young lady?” he asked, stalking back to the couch. His eyelids dropped to half-mast, and his pupils were damn near the size of dinner plates. He looked fierce and dead sexy.
I grinned at him, catching his wavelength and deciding to run with it. I hadn’t been craving sex at all that day, or that week for that matter, but Garret’s sudden mood change sparked a need that I’d been suppressing since James’ wedding. “I might have.” My cheeks grew warm. “What are you going to do about it?”
“You better run, little girl!” He growled, the timbre of his voice gravelly and whisky-thick.
I stared at him with intrigue. My mouth went dry and my nipples pearled. I attempted to swallow but struggled.
His eyebrows rose on his forehead in query. “Now!”
Squealing, I leaped off the couch and ran for the stairs. Like any stupid heroine in a horror flick, I decided to head up rather than down. Only my pursuer hadn’t any intention of cutting off my head, so I wasn’t too concerned with my choice of direction.
I’d made it halfway up the stairs before big, warm hands grabbed me around the waist and plastered my back against the wall. His body covered mine, and his head lowered. His lips roamed across my face. My thighs trembled as he kneed them apart, rubbing his blatant erection against my core. A strangled cry escaped me at the sudden snap of pleasure. But he silenced me, his mouth capturing mine, consuming me, bruising my lips with the savagery of his desire. His tongue explored and caressed, taking everything from me and giving me everything he had in return as his hands deftly undressed me. First the buttons on my blouse, followed by the front clasp of my bra, then my slacks. Everything fell to the floor in a matter of seconds, pooling at my feet and leaving me in nothing but my thong.
 He pushed my thong aside, brushing my clit with his thumb. His eyes drank in my reaction as I pushed into him, shamelessly riding his hand. I bit my bottom lip to keep from moaning as I ran my hands up his chest, fervently working free the buttons of his dress shirt. My fingers trembled and lost their grip each time he rubbed my clit.
God, I was needy.
I made quick work of the zipper on his pants and he kicked them free, along with his socks and boxers. I stood there against the wall of the stairs, family portraits staring back at me in judgment as my husband raked my body with his hungry eyes, my pussy clenching from his heated stare. Jesus, he was sexy. Without thinking, I licked my lips and moved a hand down my stomach, dipping a finger between my folds, surprised to find myself wet.
“Are you wet?” he asked, his thick cock resting against his belly.
I nodded.
“How do you taste?”
I brought one finger up to my mouth and licked it. Pure pleasure flared to life in his eyes.
“Salty and sweet, maybe a little sour.”
He hummed. A wily smile took over his face. “Just how I like it.” And before I knew it, my ass was in his hands and my ankles around his waist as he drove home in one solid thrust. My eyes flashed wide at the sudden impact. His thrusts picked up speed. In and out he pumped; my head knocked hard against the wall, and the slap of flesh against flesh drowned out the din of our harsh breathing. The world stopped as our bodies moved in tandem, the pleasure building quickly between us as we both fought the need to come, determined to hold on just a little longer and prolong the ecstasy.
I bit his pec just above his heart to keep from screaming, relishing the brutality of his passion. He let out a low hiss, his fingers digging into my hips and kneading my ass cheeks as he continued to hammer me into the wall. I was close, so damn close, and he knew it, because before I could blink I was on my hands facing the carpet, my breasts swaying beneath me as he gripped my hips and ploughed into me just like before. He set the rhythm to fast and hard until I all I could do was feel. Thinking had become impossible, thoughts faded like distant memories, while worries fled as if being chased.
 A hand came around me and pinched my clit. Pleasure and pain and so much sensation commingled at that point that the only thing I could do was chant his name and pray for release.
“I’m close,” I sobbed. His fingers on my clit alternated between rough circles and devilish pinches. “Do you … do you have a condom?”
I heard him groan behind me, then mutter a few profanities, all the while still sliding in and out, never breaking rhythm or speed. Then he was out. No warning, nothing. One second he was inside me, and the next he wasn’t. I was overcome with a sense of loss, of need. I was empty, and I hated it.
“Come on!” he growled, scooping me and running up the stairs. “I fucking hate condoms!” He carried me to the bedroom. “We’re married, for Christ’s sake. I shouldn’t have to wear a goddamn rubber!”
He tossed me on the bed hard enough to make me bounce, then lunged, covering my body with his and impaling me. One hand found my breast, and fingers tweaked and pulled at my nipple, sending a maelstrom of sensation straight to my clit. The other hand rummaged around in his nightstand. The sound of wrappers and paper filled the air.
He finally came up with his bounty and tore it between his teeth, sitting up for the briefest of seconds to roll it on. He was inside me again within seconds, grabbing the backs of my thighs and pushing my knees into my chest, going deep and hitting every nerve ending I had. The need to come built hard and fast inside me as I grappled at his back, sliding my hands down to cup the muscular globes of his clenching butt cheeks. They were hard and powerful beneath my palms as he thrust himself deeper and deeper inside of me.
I broke with a sharp cry, arching my body into his as my head flew back into the pillows. Stars flew behind my eyes. I spiraled up to the pinnacle only to come crashing back down. My husband, buried deep inside me, stilled, moaned, dropped his head to the spot where my neck met my shoulder, bit me hard and snarled as he came.






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Tuesday, 12 December 2017

Best fucking head, best fucking wife, best fucking fuck of my life. 2nd #NSFW excerpt from True, Deep and Forever: Part 1



True, Deep and Forever: Part 1
Book 5 of The Dark and Damaged Hearts


One marriage ... a second chance at love


Eight years ago their love was instantaneous, all-consuming and intense. Garret Banks had to have Amy Shaw the moment he met her, and no one thought the flame would ever go out.



Now, they have everything they’ve ever wanted: great careers, a beautiful baby, and a rock-solid marriage. Or do they? Garret’s high-stress architectural job is taking its toll. Amy's predicaments would be hilarious if they didn't make her want to cry. And to make matters worse, her ex is back in the picture, demanding answers about the wild passion she left behind — answers she isn’t willing to give. 



Garret and Amy grab quick, dirty sex while they can, but in between mommy wars, annoying in-laws, sleep deprivation and fears of betrayal, their marriage is put to the test time and time again. Once they were sure love conquers all, but how far can one marriage bend before it snaps?




He brought each of my nipples into his mouth, sucked and laved until they were hard points, before fastening the rubber-tipped clamps. A dull pain swept through my breasts, making its way down the rest of my body, landing and growing warm and wonderful between my legs.
Seconds later he was back inside, thrusting hard, riding me. His hands gripped my hips, and his fingers roughly kneaded my already hypersensitive skin.
“Your ass is so fucking sexy with all these marks. I want to bite it.”
Before I could say anything, before I could beg him to bite my ass and make me burn, he pulled out and ducked his head. I thought for sure he was going to take a chunk out of me, and I braced myself for it. I loved a good vampire bite; nothing wrong with teeth.
Only he didn’t bite. Instead he snaked his tongue between my legs and up through my slick folds. I pressed back into him and spread my thighs wide, the orgasm building again and this time unwilling to go unanswered. Swirling his tongue around my clit until I was a mewling mess, he beckoned my release. He plunged two fingers inside and pumped, coaxed, twiddled, scissored just right. I was panting and frantic and so damn needy, at that moment I would have done anything to come. And of course that’s when he bit me. And it wasn’t just a sweet little nip on the back of my thigh, either. No. My husband went in like a fucking lion, chomping down hard and pulling the chain between the nipple clamps as well, until he earned the scream from my lips he craved.
I heard the tear of a condom wrapper, and seconds later he was back inside me. This time the mission was clear. We were done playing games. Wrapping one arm around my waist, he dipped his hand between my legs and began drawing luscious circles around my hard and swollen clit, his fingers gliding with ease up through my cleft.
“You’re going to come hard for me, aren’t you, my sexy little masochist?”
“Yes,” I panted. My whole body buzzed with the desire to come, the need so all-consuming, at that point I might have chosen an orgasm over breathing.
“Then come for me.” He pinched my clit; I let go. My mouth opened, but nothing besides warm air came out, followed by a weird squeak. Bright and colorful lights flashed behind my closed lids, and my pulse thundered in my ears. I heard Garret break behind me, then stiffen as he found his release.
Moments later, he nipped my ear. “Best fucking head, best fucking wife, best fucking fuck of my life.”
I didn’t bother opening my eyes, but I smiled. The compliments didn’t get much better than that. My entire body was slipping into atrophy, and my ass stung like a bitch. “Same here, baby. Same here.”



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Saturday, 9 December 2017

Who's up for some Seasonal Shenanigans... of the dirty variety?






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BLURBS

Let It Snow - Nikola Christain
Jovie has always avoided the Christmas season. But when she has to spend the holidays in a ski lodge, she meets someone who may inspire her to embrace the season. Or at least the part about meeting under the mistletoe.

Eight Secret Nights - Shoshana David
Someone’s been leaving Hanukkah presents on Mara’s doorstep.  Sweet presents.  Thoughtful presents.  She wonders who her secret admirer is.  Hopefully, it’s the cute guy who moved in next door and not the creep from 7A.

A Tradition Worth Continuing - Tricia Ramey
It’s Christmas Eve, and Beth Murphy is finally able to relax.  Now’s the time to enjoy a little downtime with her husband James before the chaos of their descending families the next day. But it’s the gift she has for her husband that will make this Christmas the most memorable one yet.

Kittens For Christmas - Caitlyn Lynch
Regina Brooks thinks finding a box of abandoned kittens on Christmas Eve is a disaster in the making. Fortunately, her hunky neighbor Ric is eager to help her out — in any way he can!

Missing You For Christmas - Moxie Rivers
When Allison’s husband, Jake, can’t get leave, it’ll be her first Christmas without him since they were married. But Allison isn’t the type of person to let that stop her, but with the help of her coworkers, and just maybe a little Christmas magic, it will still be a Merry Christmas. 

A Grease Monkey Christmas - Cailin Briste
Fate arranges the chance meeting of two strangers in need of a little kindness on Christmas Eve. Celebrity Davon Weider, with his navy-blue eyes and muscular physique, can fill the starring role in any woman’s fantasy. But Jasline, a spaceport mech, is more impressed by his five jump speed records.

Santa Claus is Coming - Jennie Kew
I don't dress up as Santa for just anyone, you know? Holly Granville isn't just anyone. When a massive storm hits our Christmas photo shoot and we're trapped inside a tiny hut — cold, wet, angry, and naked — our friendship irrevocably changes. But will it be for better, or worse?

The Promise Of Love - Maya Bailey
The year is 1819. He sees a man across a room and it is like seeing himself dressed in a British soldier’s uniform. How could it be that another man bears his face? He had loved her once; she had betrayed that love. Now he must find answers. If only he could do that without laying eyes on her again.

Underneath The Mistletoe - Ava Bari
Police officer Nic Zanetti just wanted to spent a quiet holiday alone with his TV. Then he’s called to find a runaway little girl. When he meets her widowed mother, this Christmas will be one they never forget.

Blizzard - Suzi Frewin
Simon and Fallon find themselves marooned together, fearing for their lives against the Zengwee, an alien species which has dominated Earth for its resources. Neither want the complication of falling in love, but fate and Christmas have other plans.

All I Want for Christmas … is You - Annika Steele
On Christmas Eve, Dr. Victoria Long is determined to take her relationship with Detective Devon King to the next level, maybe even the forever kind. But will their relationship survive when Devon discovers she’s a suspect in a series of thefts?

Christmas is Coming - Liv Honeywell
It’s almost Christmas, and Abby decides to decorate the tree, despite Will, her Dom, telling her to wait. But when she drops his toolbox and all the parts scatter like confetti, she’s left wondering if she’ll be able to sit down by *next* Christmas. What will happen when Will gets home?

New Beginnings - Dana Kenzi
When Erika’s Winter Solstice ritual doesn’t go as planned, it joins her list of worries, right next to her struggles to run her newly acquired business. Then her handsome neighbor, David, drops by to offer her some company. What starts off as a venting session between two frustrated adults leads to a cathartic and pleasurable encounter.

I Fell Through Starlight For You - Keira Fox
It’s the earliest hours of Christmas and Lucille is thinking of closing up her bistro when an enchanting figure comes through her door seeking aid for his injuries.




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EXCERPTS

From Kittens For Christmas by Caitlyn Lynch

Ric looked at Reggie sitting there on the floor next to him, a pair of fools caring for some orphaned kittens early in the morning on Christmas Day, and he wondered if she’d slap his face if he kissed her. She’d fallen asleep on his shoulder mid-sentence earlier, and snuggled up to him with the cutest little sound of protest when he tried to carefully shift her off. In the end he’d just leaned his head back on the couch and dropped off to sleep himself.
Reggie’s brown eyes sparkled as she laughed, and impulsively Ric reached out a hand and touched one of hers, resting lax on her knee.
“Hey. I’m glad I met you coming in tonight. Last night, I mean, it’s morning now...”
Ugh, that was so not smooth. Why does my brain always fail me when I’m talking to an attractive woman?
Reggie was smiling at him, though. “I’m glad, too,” she said softly, and her slight, fine-boned hand turned under his so their fingers interlaced.
Ric’s brain stalled out and failed him completely. He just stared at her hand under his, at least until Reggie let out a soft, husky little laugh. His eyes snapped up to her face - which was suddenly a lot closer.
This is actually happening. He was suddenly as nervous as a teenage boy with his first crush, palms sweating, hands shaking.
Reggie’s lips were soft against his, a light, tentative touch before she pulled back, looking at him with wide eyes.
She can’t be nervous. She’s gorgeous, she could have any guy she wanted. That look of nervous worry, of concern that he might not be into her, absolutely killed him. No way could he let her have that impression, even for one second. So he leaned closer and brought up his free hand to cup her cheek, fingers sliding into her thick ringlets, feeling their springy texture.
“God damn, but you’re beautiful,” he murmured before bringing their mouths back together. He felt her lips curve up in a pleased smile, right before they parted, welcoming in his tongue as he probed lightly.
Ric felt Reggie’s soft sigh all through his body; the little moan she let out as he explored her mouth had his cock hardening in his pants. Her fingers tightened around his before she moved, going to her knees beside him and putting her free arm around him, pulling their bodies flush against each other.
It was Ric’s turn to make a noise, a low hungry groan in his throat as Reggie’s breasts pressed against his chest. Leaning back against the couch, he pulled her with him and she straddled his thighs, settling her groin against his.
“Reggie,” his voice came out a husky rasp as she pulled away from the kiss and ducked down to nip and lick at his neck, finding that sensitive spot in the hollow of his collarbone which made him shudder, hips jerking up involuntarily. “What are we doing?”
“Well,” she paused to swirl her tongue in the hollow of his throat, “right now we’re making out, and since our charges are full of milk and sound asleep, I think we should take advantage of the temporary quiet to go ahead and fuck.”
His eyes, half-lidded with pleasure, flew wide open. “Well,” he said after recovering his composure, “that’s direct.”
Reggie chuckled and leaned back to look him in the eye. “I’m not one to talk around a situation. You’re hot, I’m horny, it’s Christmas, let’s have fun.”
“I think you’ve got it the wrong way round.”
Her brows furrowed adorably, a small line appearing between them.
“You’re hot and I’m horny. But the floor’s too hard and the couch is too small, so how about we take this to the bedroom?”
From Santa Claus Is Coming by Jennie Kew:
“Please tell me that was the last one.”
Holly grins. “That was the last one.”
“Oh, thank God.” I push myself up and out of the driftwood throne I've occupied for the better part of the day and stretch the kinks out of my back and shoulders.
Everything hurts.
My back is stiff from sitting for too long, and my thighs hurt from having an endless line-up of kids — and the occasional adult — sit on them all day. My cheeks ache from smiling waaay too much, my ass is so numb I'm not entirely sure it's still attached to my body, and don't even get me started on my balls….
Fuck me.
What a day.
When my best friend's sister invited me to spend the day with her at Melbourne’s iconic Brighton Beach — you know the one, with the long line of brightly painted bathing huts that wedding photographers clamour over — I jumped at the opportunity. Spend the day with the woman I've lusted after for years while she parades around in one of those skimpy bikinis she's so fond of?
Fuck yeah!
And sure, maybe I could catch a few waves while we're there, show off my very grown-up, non-brotherly physique to the woman who once told me a. she'd never date one of her brother's mates, and b. she'd never, ever be interested in someone so much younger than her.
Like a ten year age difference made her old or something.
Women!
Anyway, I rock up, surfboard in hand, and what does she do? Hands me a beach bum Santa costume consisting of little more than a pair of boardshorts and a Santa hat, shoves me in front of a camera and starts charging people money to let their precious little darlings crawl all over me and tell me their Christmas wishes. Which, okay — crushed ball-sack aside — was actually pretty cool, especially the kid who wanted total world domination so he could end bullying everywhere. I didn't have the heart to point out the flaw in his plan, and judging by the look on his dad's face, neither did he.
“You did a good job today, Chris,” Holly says as she packs away her camera equipment, then laughs. “I can't wait to show Mikey that shot of the granny in your lap.”
I slip my Santa hat off my head and shove it in my pocket. “I'll have you know her name was Phillipa, she's only seventy-five years old, and she said I reminded her of her late husband.”
“She licked your face.”
“She wanted to know if I tasted like him, too,” I say with a grin. “I'd reckon the saucy old dame did it to win a bet, actually. I saw her and her friend exchange a tenner after she collected her photo. And you know Mike hates it when you call him Mikey, right?”
“Of course. Why do you think I do it?” she says with a wink that makes my breath stall in my chest and my legs go weak at the knees. “Seriously, though. Thanks for today. I know I blindsided you with it.”
“You know, you could have just told me what you wanted me for,” I say as I step down from the dais and discreetly adjust my aching package. “It is for charity. And you know us firemen. We love any excuse to take our shirts off.”
She looks up at me from under long, blonde lashes. “After the calendar shoot fiasco I wasn't sure how willing you'd be to help me.”
Ah, yes. The calendar fiasco. I snort a laugh and shake my head. “I run into burning buildings for a living, Hols. On purpose. Did you really think a little dog shit would keep me away?”
Holly laughs, the full-bodied sound bursting from within her and shaking her deliciously plump figure with the force of it.
Good God, I want to eat her all up.
Starting right between her—
“It was more than a little dog shit. That poor pup had the worst diarrhoea I've ever seen. You were covered in it. I have photos. I was thinking of blowing one up and giving it to your mum for Christmas.”
Cocking an eyebrow at her obvious glee, I fold my arms over my chest and grin. “You just love humiliating me, don't you?”
“Call it a hobby,” she says with a shrug, her pretty mouth curved in a smile of honest good humour. A smile that has my cock twitching with interest as I imagine how those sweet lips would feel wrapped around its rock hard length.
Fuck.
The last thing I need right now is a hard-on. I'm almost thankful for the sudden wind that whips past us, stinging my legs with flying sand.

From Underneath The Mistletoe by Ava Bari

The officer who’d found her daughter was still there, and Amelia had yet to even acknowledge him. She rubbed her eyes and kept Grace at her hip as she looked up at the taller man… and instantly regretted choosing her most unflattering nightgown to wear to bed.
“Mrs. Eliot, I’m Officer Zanetti,” he said, offering a hand. She tried to ignore how strong his grip was. His hand was huge and completely engulfed hers.
“Thank you so much for finding my daughter, Officer,” Amelia said. “I really can’t thank you enough.”
“It’s all in a day’s work, Ma’am,” he said, his smile bringing her back to her teenage years when she’d fawned over boy band members and actors.
She thanked him several more times as the other cops left and Grace began to yawn and lean heavily on her mother. Deciding to save all punishments until tomorrow, Amelia hoisted Grace into her arms. “I think I’d better get her to bed now.”
Officer Zanetti nodded. “Yeah you should.” He leaned over, catching Grace’s attention. She was half-asleep but awake enough to listen when he spoke. “Stay in bed this time, okay? Remember what we said.”
“Uh huh.” She took the letter out of her pocket and then, for whatever reason, handed it to the officer. “You promise Santa will read it?”
“If he doesn’t, I will read it to him myself,” he swore, as serious as if he had his hand on the Bible.
“Okay, but don’t open it until you see him,” Grace said. She nestled into the thick cottony fabric of Amelia’s nightgown and was asleep in seconds. Amelia gave Officer Zanetti a questioning look.
“Ah yeah…” He rubbed his neck. “I might have told her I work for Santa Claus to get her to come with me.”
Amelia chuckled. Her heart had yet to slow down all the way, but there was something hilarious about this tough guy cop getting embarrassed. “You’re a Christmas elf?”
“A bodyguard, thank you,” he said, affronted.
“That would’ve been my next guess.” He certainly looked the part, as the unhelpful part of Amelia’s brain was quick to point out.
They stood in awkward silence for a time until Grace shifted in Amelia’s arms, reminding her they probably shouldn’t stand outside in freezing cold weather. Officer Zanetti seemed to realize this at the same time. He coughed and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
“Okay, looks like everything is good here. I’ll let you two get some sleep.”
“Would you like some coffee before you go?” Amelia asked. “I feel like I owe you for finding my daughter.”
“Just keep her safe in bed tonight, Ma’am,” he said, walking back to his car. “Have a Merry Christmas.”
“You too,” Amelia called out, but he’d already started his engine, and she had no idea if he heard her. 








Thursday, 7 December 2017

Should I lick, fuck of spank the sass out of you? The first #NSFW excerpt from True, Deep and Forever: Part 1


True, Deep and Forever: Part 1
Book 5 of The Dark and Damaged Hearts


One marriage ... a second chance at love


Eight years ago their love was instantaneous, all-consuming and intense. Garret Banks had to have Amy Shaw the moment he met her, and no one thought the flame would ever go out.



Now, they have everything they’ve ever wanted: great careers, a beautiful baby, and a rock-solid marriage. Or do they? Garret’s high-stress architectural job is taking its toll. Amy's predicaments would be hilarious if they didn't make her want to cry. And to make matters worse, her ex is back in the picture, demanding answers about the wild passion she left behind — answers she isn’t willing to give. 



Garret and Amy grab quick, dirty sex while they can, but in between mommy wars, annoying in-laws, sleep deprivation and fears of betrayal, their marriage is put to the test time and time again. Once they were sure love conquers all, but how far can one marriage bend before it snaps?





“How would you like to be thanked?” he asked, his eyes at half-mast. He smelled like mouthwash and deodorant, and his head and cheeks had a shadow of hair, making him look rugged and dangerous. The women at playgroup said my husband looked like Shemar Moore, and in some lights I was inclined to agree. But Shemar Moore lookalike or not, Garret Banks was a sexy, virile specimen of a man. His Adam’s apple bobbed heavy in his throat as he leaned forward and captured my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling just enough to make me moan.
“Would you like to be thanked sweet and gentle? Or dirty and nasty? Should I punish you for interfering?”
My eyes flared wide and my body melted beneath his stare, pooling into a delightful warmth between my legs. “I—I was so out of line for interfering.” I gulped. “I had no right to poke my nose in your family affairs.”
A wolfish grin enveloped his face, and he sat up, straddling my legs and pulling the duvet cover down to my waist. Roughly he reached into my tank top and drew out my breasts. My chest heaved and my nipples pebbled as I bit my lip and stared up into his eyes. He leaned forward once again and took a tight bud in his mouth, sucking it hard, biting just enough to make me hiss and arch into him. His other hand came up and twisted and tweaked the other nipple with nimble fingers, delivering the same amount of delicious torture and making me wriggle and squirm beneath his big body.
“Should I lick, fuck, or spank the sass out of you?”
“Oh God,” I sighed. “All of the above.”
He gave me another wolfish smile. “On your knees, woman.”
I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth and scrambled up to my knees, my eyes flashing to the rising package beneath the thin layer of his cotton boxers. He shimmied out of his shorts, then there it was, staring me in the face with its one eye, daring me to take it all. And I did. I bottomed Garret out in my mouth immediately, taking him to the hilt and swallowing, letting my throat muscles contract around him. I spun my tongue up his length, flicking the tip with a saucy smile.
He groaned and pushed my head, eager for me to do it again. Again and again I took him to the back, suppressing my gag reflex and reveling in his primal grunts and the hard bucking of his hips. I smiled; he was a really easy man to turn on and an even easier man to drive completely insane.
I was just about to dip my head and lick his balls when big hands came up under my arms and forced me down on to all fours. He pulled my shorts and underwear down, and there I stayed as he climbed off the bed and went to his walk-in closet.
A trickle of arousal began to make its way down my legs. My nipples pearled and strained against my tight tank top, and I mentally berated myself for having turned him down so much lately. Sex with my husband was always great, so why did it always take so much convincing for me to do it? I heard the whistle and swish of his chosen “weapon” and grinned, ready and eager to take my “punishment.”
He wasted no time prepping me or talking. He knew I was ready and willing. The first whip came crack-fire fast and landed hard right across the backs of my thighs. I let out an involuntary hiss and flinched, but I couldn’t deny the smile that erupted on my face either. I loved it when he took the willow branch to me.
“You’re a kinky little masochist,” he chuckled, the slash of the whip coming down again and landing with a snap against the meatiest part of my butt. It was true. I liked it rough, and I liked a bit of pain with my pleasure. It’d taken a few months for me to show Garret that side of myself, but when I finally had, he revealed that he had never done anything of the sort and was as vanilla as they came. But he was eager and willing to learn, something I could work with. One afternoon, we’d been walking through a park after having grabbed lunch, and we came upon a big weeping willow. Our eyes had locked as we both got the same idea.
It’d been a very fun and delightfully painful evening, one that had prompted us to go back to that tree several times over the years and procure new, fresh whips, as the wet ones packed more of a wallop. When we’d started building our house and were figuring out the landscaping, we’d gone to the nursery together and picked out the biggest, most beautiful weeping willow they had. We’d gotten so turned on simply purchasing the tree that we’d actually ducked into the cedar hedge section of the nursery and had a quickie. But now, with the beautiful shady tree in our own back yard, we always had access to fresh whips whenever we needed them.
“You love it!” I grunted when a particularly painful swat landed across my lower back. “It’s the only time you truly get to wear the pants … ”
He snorted. “That’s what you think. I’m always wearing pants. I just let you wear pants, too.”
I craned my neck around to look at him, and he was stupidly grinning at me. He knew that saying he let me wear pants was going to get a rise out me. And it had. But this was all part of his little game. Not only had he succeeded in learning the darker side of pleasure, but he’d perfected the mindfuck too, playing with my head and keeping me guessing and wondering. He loved to rile me up and get me all hot and bothered, only to flip the switch and take the night in a whole different direction.
And that’s just what he did. After he’d gotten my ass good and pink, to the point where I knew I was going to have some issues sitting down tomorrow, he flipped me on to my back and, without a word, drove home. I inhaled quick and shallow from the sudden bite of discomfort as my bare backside rubbed against the sheets. But it soon dissolved, as I knew it would, and all that was left was a beautiful blooming heat that worked its way through my veins and made my entire body hum.
Pumping and hammering into me, splitting me open, he fucked me. He fucked me hard. His pubic bone ground against my clit until my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I could feel the calling of my climax. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck, bucking upward to meet his hips, desperate for more of him, for all of him. But then he switched gears again, keeping me on my toes, a master of the mindfuck.
Back up on all fours I was hauled, and this time instead of the willow branch, he reached for something small with a chain off the nightstand.
Ooh, the nipple clamps—yes! 




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