Excerpt:

5 Years Earlier

“Millie,” Dmitri said, ignoring his coffee. “Go to the club. You’re a major shareholder in Surrender, and you haven’t even been in any of the establishments we own. For that matter, you haven’t even set foot in Sanctuary.”

I smiled at my best friend, a giant of a Russian Canadian with emerald eyes that saw right through me. Surrender Inc. was our new business venture. Well, relatively new. We’d designed and launched the corporation three years ago.
Surrender Inc. was also our brand name for our exclusive chain of sex resorts and sex clubs that catered to a range of clientele, from middle class to the wealthiest of wealthy. Our clubs and resorts prided themselves on being clean and safe. Every member had to be thoroughly tested for any sexually transmitted diseases, and their criminal records were also checked. We offered sex services ranging from BDSM to full body massage to birthday party orgies, just to name a few.

Sanctuary was the top of the top–the board members little present to themselves. It was a resort set up in an old, sprawling mansion the board members had bought and refurbished. Only they or their close friends were allowed inside Sanctuary.

And here I was one of those board members, owner of a trendy sex franchise that was getting press in some of the most well-known erotic magazines, and I’d never set foot inside any of our clubs, resort, or Sanctuary itself.

“No,” I can’t.” I waved him off with a well-manicured hand, blew away a lock of blonde hair that had fallen from my loose topknot. “I have work to do.”

Dmitri scowled at me, and when the waiter left after refilling my coffee, he said, “Dammit, woman, you’re always working. You need to play, too. How long has it been?”

I sighed. Rarely did we butt dominant heads, except for that brief time we tried to be lovers. We’d both clashed mightily, and the chemistry just fizzled as we’d started to resent one another. To save our friendship, we mutually agreed to call it off. We both punched way too many holes in the walls of our apartments over the four months we’d given it a shot. We made great pals. Lovers? Not so much. But he was the closest thing I had to an older brother.

“Since that club in New York,” I finally told him, when he continued to glare at my silence.
“The one you and Roxy told me about, before she left…”

He shook his head. “I haven’t been with Roxy in over a year, so that means–“

“Yeah, yeah.” I waved him off. “It’s been a year and a half.”

His sigh dripped frustration. “You know, you let your old patterns creep back in every time you deny your dominant side.”

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“I can fix it for you,” Jake says, and he notices my discomfort at his words, because he quickly adds, “Or I know someone who can do it cheap.”Pride. I shake my head at myself, knowing pride is going to kill me one day. And a woman can’t be full of pride when she has two boys to raise and bills she can’t pay piling up.

“Carrie.” Jake leans across the arborite table I picked up at a flea market and squeezes my hand. “Let me help you.”

I smile at his boyish face, those cute dimples in his cheeks. “You’ve already helped me by renting part of this place, and doing the fixing up you’ve already done.”

Jake Black rents the apartment above the garage attached to my old two story Cape Cod home. I inherited the place from my mom when she passed on, and it was a lifesaver, since my husband of fifteen years picked that time–right after my
mother’s funeral–to leave me with two boys to raise. Preston and Michael are eight and twelve.

Jake is undeniably handsome. He’s got a mix of boyish good looks and rugged male, with his bright green eyes and rounded face, work roughened hands from days spent as a carpenter, and a five o’ clock shadow that’s just as red as the
hair on his head. But we aren’t together. I’m just not ready for that yet. It’s only been six months since I lost mom and went through the divorce.

That being said, there have been hot kisses and much more, but we haven’t had sex yet. I don’t want to lead Jake on, or confuse my own currently messed up head and heart. Still, when he moved in here to help me and the kids out, it
was a blessing I was entirely grateful for.

“There’s a lot more I could do for you,” he says, standing to walk behind my chair and feather a few kisses up my neck.

I try to make a quip about this. “Two redheads shouldn’t sleep together. The results could be catastrophic.”
His tiny kisses make me shiver.

Just at that moment, my boys decide to run into the kitchen. Preston, my youngest, holds a paper in his hand and his eyes are wide. “Mom, can I please sign up for hockey this year?”

I don’t know what to say to that sweet, freckled face. His brown, puppy-like eyes beseech, but we simply can’t afford it. Not ready to break his heart, I say, “We’ll see, hon.”

He prunes his face and makes a minor protest, but Jake distracts them both with the proposition of some two on one road hockey, out in the dirt alley that runs between our place and Mrs. Granger’s. I’m thankful for the time this gives me
to think.

And that’s when I see it. An ad in the employment opportunities section catches my attention. I already work on an assembly line building slot machines for a living, but that wage barely covers the bills. It sure won’t fix the roof and
the other repairs this old home needs, and it won’t cover hockey fees for Preston either.

Rider Sykes is a dominant in need of practice, or so his clients tell him. Christy Tyler is a college girl working two jobs and falling asleep in class. When she meets Rider at her best friend’s bachelorette, she never guesses the tattooed bad boy will offer to hire her as his practice sub, but he shows up at her job the next day to do just that. However, Rider isn’t who he claims to be, and when Christy discovers his secrets and betrayal it may be enough to make her flee from this biker dom’s arms.For more bdsm erotic romance inside Surrender Inc., try out

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Excerpt:

Ophelia Jamieson receives a strange call one night from her sister, Sasha, who works for Surrender Inc. Someone inside this corporation that caters to BDSM delights has kidnapped Sasha and is trying to take Surrender down. Now Ophelia,
a college girl who likes her world controlled, must work with Damien Walters, a man she hates, and take major risks to save her sibling. But when it’s all over, will her life be forever changed, and her heart broken, by this enemy Dom?For more BDSM erotic romance inside Surrender Inc., try out

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Surrender Forever (Surrender Series Volume 1.)

Excerpt: 

“Hello?” I mumble into the speaker after my second attempt to hit the TALK button is successful.“Can’t talk long.”

“Who is this?” It takes me a few seconds to recognize the whisper rasp that belongs to my sister.
We haven’t talked in over a year.

“Opie, it’s me.” The use of my much hated nickname confirms the speaker is Sasha.
“Need you to call Damien. I’ve been kidnapped.”

This jolts me awake and makes me sit up straight in bed. “Kidnapped? Sasha, where are you?
If this is a joke, you and Damien are shitheads. And I will get even.”

“No joke. I need your help. I think he’s going to kill–”

Then the line goes dead and the insistent drone of a dial tone taunts me. I hit END and throw the phone down as worry and anger speed up my breathing and my heart.

Maya O’ Bannon is a college student who just wants to follow in her father’s footsteps and be a teacher, but her life is complicated by her older brother’s MS diagnosis and mounting medical bills. Through her best friend, she secures a
job as a nanny to reclusive tech billionaire Isaiah Jackson and his husband Sawyer. After she stumbles in on the two engaged in BDSM play, Isaiah and Sawyer offer her additional employment as their sex mistress. Can Maya win these men’s hearts and fill the void left by their dead wife, or will another woman come between them?For more bdsm erotic romance inside Surrender Inc., try out

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Excerpt:

My brother’s voice sends a shiver of anxiety through my stomach. I know he’s trying to sound calm, but something is wrong. I dash off the couch and head into his kitchen. There I find him gripping the counter, blinking hard. His face is tense and he’s disoriented.“What’s wrong?” I go to Xander and put an arm around his shoulder.

He gives me a quick smile that fails at covering his fear. “I … umm … I can’t see.”

My heart knocks harder in my chest. “Let’s get you to the couch.”

I help him walk the short distance from the counter into the living room, then help him ease down on the sofa. Sweat beads his brow and worry ages him.

One month ago, my brother was diagnosed with relapsing remitting multiple sclerosis. It’s the most common form of the disease, and it involves relapses, or attacks, where his neurological function worsens. These are followed by stages of remission, where the disease seems to almost melt away. But then a new attack occurs. They figure Xander’s had it for about ten years now, but because he’s one tough bastard, plowing through most of his pain and hiding it, the doctor’s only recently discovered he had MS. That and the disease is difficult to diagnose. The diagnosis came after my brother went temporarily blind while driving. A scary episode for him, his wife, and their two year old.

“That’s it, Xander,” I say, peaking at Josh’s playpen to make sure he’s still asleep. “I’m getting a second job and moving in here with you and Patty.”

Surrender To His Demands is Volume 6 of the Surrender Series, which continues the story of Surrender Inc., an exclusive pleasure resort / club franchise where the elite go to play. This is a gay romance with a scorching heat level.With Christmas just around the corner, Chad Roberts faces eviction from his tattoo shop and apartment, thanks to a vindictive landlord who used to be his lover. Then, through his best friend Laura, he meets Nikolai Nichvalodov–a
magician who is part of a billionaire Russian family and is the cousin of Surrender Inc. board member Dmitri Nichvalodov. A member of Surrender himself, Nikolai has a proposition for Chad that will help him keep his ex off his back, but the down on his luck tattooist just might lose his heart in the process.

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Surrender Forever (Surrender Series Volume 1.)

Excerpt:

The lights go down and Laura grabs my hand, gives it a squeeze and gives me a wide smile. I return it, but I’m not expecting much. Maybe it’s just my bad mood lingering from the crappy news Isaac’s note delivered. Truth is, I’ve never been big on magicians. Sure I’m seen Damien Lane and Rick Seraphim, the two big ones out there these days, and their tricks are impressive. But I can be a hardcore cynic and I’m not easily impressed. From what I’ve heard about Niko, he’s a magician past his time and on his way out. If it weren’t for his family’s connections, he’d probably be forgotten by now.A disco ball spins above the stage after the curtains part. The lights dim and ominous music plays to get us in the mood. I glance around, finding the place is packed. So maybe Niko isn’t as washed up as I think, or maybe his family pays people off to come see the shows.

Stop being a jerk, I scold myself. After all, the ticket was a gift from Laura and I shouldn’t be so ungrateful. So I focus forward and try to enjoy the show.

After some flash and pageantry during the opening, Niko gets to the tricks. He does a couple with cards to warm up and get the show rolling, then does a few impressive sleight of hand illusions. Next his assistant, a pretty brunette dressed in a sparkling blue mini, wheels out a box and places it at the center of the stage.

Niko is an intimidating and strikingly handsome man. I’ve only seen his photos on a few occasions, when the local papers have covered his shows. He’s tall and barrel-chested and walks straight and proud as he performs. He wears a trimmed,
black beard that accentuates his pale skin and icy blue eyes. Now he turns to the audience in his tuxedo and begins to open panels on the box that sits atop a table.

“You will note there are no tricks, no secret compartments.” His voice booms out as he speaks to the crowd. He raps the top of the box with a massive fist.
“Once the lovely Jemma is inside, she has no way of getting out. No hidden escapes.”

Another man also clad in a tuxedo brings out a buzz saw as Jemma, Niko’s
assistant, climbs inside the apparatus.

“Now, ladies and gentleman,” he says, sweeping his arms wide. “I will saw Jemma into three pieces right before your eyes.”

I can’t help rolling my eyes. This trick is as old as god, if I believed in one. Thankfully Laura doesn’t notice my disdain.

But, somehow, Niko does. Those icy blue eyes focus on me and he calls out,
“Excuse me, sir. Do you doubt my claim?”

The spotlight pins me and my eyes go wide. I hate being singled out, and my anger gets the best of me.
“Not saying you can’t do it. I just think the trick is a little dated.”

Niko arches an eyebrow. “Perhaps you’d be more impressed if you came up here and watched?”

The last person former MMA fighter Nash Falcon expects to see when he breaks up a fight in a private room at Claim Me is his ex-wife. But there she is, with whip poised and ready to strike, working in his brother’s Surrender Inc. BDSM
club. Now employed as a bouncer at Claim Me, Nash came here to get Fiona off his mind. Now she’s back in his life, he can’t get her out of it.Fiona Bridges came to Thomas Falcon, Nash’s brother, looking for a getaway when scandal stripped her of her career as an MMA fighter promoter. Can she keep her secrets from Nash now they’ll be working together?
Matters grow more complicated when Nash meets her new lover, a Dom named Eli Watson who also works at Claim Me.

Nash wants a second chance, but Fiona wants him to prove he’s a changed man. Can he accept he’ll have to share the woman he loves with another if he wants her back?

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Excerpt:  

Her words melted into the blur of voices surrounding him. At one time, Nash would’ve already sweet talked her phone number out of her. She was cute, even if she was a chronic chirper. Instead he just let the woman yammer on about
whatever and gave a noncommittal “Umm hmm,” when he thought he should. His mind wasn’t on getting laid tonight. Hadn’t been on it in a while. Not since Fiona walked out of his life six months ago.Sure, there had been women. There had been sex. But every partner he took to his bed wore her face. His ex-wife was determined to haunt him to his grave.

His brother Thomas appeared in the crowd and moved swiftly toward him. Just as the little blonde wrapped a hand around his bicep, Thomas stopped in front of him.

“You busy?” Thomas’ gaze darted from Nash to the blonde.

“Nah, what do you need?” Nash stood up and the little blonde pouted.
He murmured, “Sorry, honey,” to the tiny chirper and then focused on his brother/boss.

“Got a situation in one of the private rooms.” He pointed a thumb toward the balcony that wrapped around the second floor of the club. “I need some muscle to back me up.”

Nash called to Bernie, who was deep in conversation with a curvy brunette near the bar. “Take over for me.”

Bernie nodded and left the lady to take up Nash’s post. The little blonde brightened when the tall, well-muscled Scandinavian took the stool Nash just vacated. She reached up and rubbed Bernie’s bald head and snuggled close.

Nash followed his brother through the crowd toward the wrought iron, spiral staircase that led to the private rooms. He’d worked as a bouncer at Claim Me, a Surrender Inc. BDSM club, for a few months now. His brother bought the place
to add to his list of investments. Thomas mainly earned his money in casinos—something Nash teased him about, saying this made him a walking cliché: an aboriginal who acquired his wealth through a string of gambling joints. But now he was moving into the domination and submission trade with this place. Then main floor was a night club, complete with a bar, dance floor, booming hip hop, and bodies writhing. Scattered through it were faux rooms with glass walls
through which patrons could watch BDSM scenes. A femdom flogging her submissive. A towering Dom spanking his mistress. Whatever your pleasure, Claim Me had it. But the real action happened in the private rooms upstairs.

Thomas led him to Room 9 and stopped before he turned the knob. “The woman’s got a gun. She’s holding one of my best switches and her client hostage. We have to be careful.”

Nash frowned. “I thought you said you screened everyone thoroughly. How the hell did this shit get in?”

Thomas sighed. “The guy lied. Told us his divorce was final. Said his wife wasn’t cool with spanking him, so he had to get it elsewhere. Everything checked out. Anyway… See for yourself.”

Thomas opened the door and the screeching started.

“Get out! This is between me and them.” A pretty woman in tight jeans and a leather jacket whirled toward them, pointing a pistol right at Nash’s waist. At six foot seven, the woman would have to look up and aim higher to get his chest.

“Ma’am, put the gun down.” Thomas took another step into the room. “We can all talk about this in my office.”

When Nash’s gaze swept to the pair she was holding hostage, his stomach tightened and his heart squeezed in his chest, but he didn’t show it. Instead he stared at his ex-wife, Fiona, and she stared back with a riding crop poised.

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Surrender To A Sex Therapist

Surrender To Her Master

Surrender To His Desires

Surrender To His Charms

Bonus Story: The Reluctant Femdom

Surrender Ever After (MMF. Surrender Series Volume 2),
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Surrender To His Proposal

Surrender To His Wants

Surrender To His Lust

Surrender To His Love

Bonus Story: Surrender Ever After

The Surrender Series Novellas,
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Surrender To His Command (MF. Surrender Series Volume 3)

Surrender To His Game (MF. Surrender Series Volume 4)

Surrender To His Proposition (MMF. Surrender Series Volume 5)

Surrender To His Demands (MM. Surrender Series Volume 6)

Surrender To His Pleasure (MFM. Surrender Series Volume 7)

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Excerpt from Surrender To His Demands:

We arrive at the Hermes Theater at 8 pm and take our seats in the orchestra area. The theater has been recently restored, and cherubs blowing horns adorn the ceiling. The beige walls are trimmed with gold, and deep burgundy curtains drape the black stage. Balcony seats draped in similar deep red jut out from either side of the stage, looming high above it.The lights go down and Laura grabs my hand, gives it a squeeze and gives me a wide smile. I return it, but I’m not expecting much. Maybe it’s just my bad mood lingering from the crappy news Isaac’s note delivered. Truth is, I’ve never been big on magicians. Sure I’m seen Damien Lane and Rick Seraphim, the two big ones out there these days, and their tricks are impressive. But I can be a hardcore cynic and I’m not easily impressed. From what I’ve heard about Niko, he’s a magician past his time and on his way out. If it weren’t for his family’s connections, he’d probably be forgotten by now.

A disco ball spins above the stage after the curtains part. The lights dim and ominous music plays to get us in the mood. I glance around, finding the place is packed. So maybe Niko isn’t as washed up as I think, or maybe his family pays people off to come see the shows.

Stop being a jerk, I scold myself. After all, the ticket was a gift from Laura and I shouldn’t be so ungrateful. So I focus forward and try to enjoy the show.

After some flash and pageantry during the opening, Niko gets to the tricks. He does a couple with cards to warm up and get the show rolling, then does a few impressive sleight of hand illusions. Next his assistant, a pretty brunette dressed in a sparkling blue mini, wheels out a box and places it at the center of the stage.

Niko is an intimidating and strikingly handsome man. I’ve only seen his photos on a few occasions, when the local papers have covered his shows. He’s tall and barrel-chested and walks straight and proud as he performs. He wears a trimmed,
black beard that accentuates his pale skin and icy blue eyes. Now he turns to the audience in his tuxedo and begins to open panels on the box that sits atop a table.

“You will note there are no tricks, no secret compartments.” His voice booms out as he speaks to the crowd. He raps the top of the box with a massive fist.
“Once the lovely Jemma is inside, she has no way of getting out. No hidden escapes.”

Another man also clad in a tuxedo brings out a buzz saw as Jemma, Niko’s assistant, climbs inside the apparatus.

“Now, ladies and gentleman,” he says, sweeping his arms wide.
“I will saw Jemma into three pieces right before your eyes.”

I can’t help rolling my eyes. This trick is as old as god, if I believed in one. Thankfully Laura doesn’t notice my disdain.

But, somehow, Niko does. Those icy blue eyes focus on me and he calls out,
“Excuse me, sir. Do you doubt my claim?”

The spotlight pins me and my eyes go wide. I hate being singled out, and my anger gets the best of me. “Not saying you can’t do it. I just think the trick is a little dated.”

Niko arches an eyebrow. “Perhaps you’d be more impressed if you came up here and watched?”