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COVER RE-REVEAL ~ Wayward Angel, Wayward Valentine and Wayward Soul
Wayward Angel
Book 1 in the Wayward Saints MC Series
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Front Cover Model: Tyler White
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Cover Design: KLa Boutique
Synopsis:
What do you do when the one thing you want is against the rules?
Anslie Davoli is the sixteen year old daughter of the President of the Wayward Saints MC, Cason Davoli. After her mom takes her away from the club at just five years old, certain circumstances bring her back into the club under her older brother’s watchful eye.
Brantley Insico grew up in the club. His father is What do you do when the one thing you want is against the rules?
Anslie Davoli is the sixteen year old daughter of the President of the Wayward Saints MC, Cason Davoli. After her mom takes her away from the club at just five years old, certain circumstances bring her back into the club under her older brother’s watchful eye.
Brantley Insico grew up in the club. His father is the Vice President of the Wayward Saints MC. At twenty-one, he thinks he’s got it all, the club, his family, and no woman tying him down. One family barbecue and his world is turned upside down.
Brantley knows Prez’s daughter is off limits, but he still craves her.
Will Anslie and Brantley be able to stay away from each other, or will they have to deal with the consequences
Please note: This book contains the following: kidnapping, rape, sex, drugs, and abuse.
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Wayward Valentine
Book 1.5 in the Wayward Saints MC Series
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Front Cover Model: Tyler White
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Cover Design: KLa Boutique
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After being kidnapped, abused and having to watch the man she loved fight for his life, Anslie Davoli has finally gotten her happily ever after. Seven years after they met, Brantley Insico finally has everything he never knew he wanted. He has his boys and the girl of his dreams back in his life. Things are as perfect as they can be in a MC.
Valentine’s Day is here and Brantley wants to make sure that Anslie has the perfect day. He enlists the help of the twins and his parents. He’s got it all planned out and can’t wait to show her what she means to him. Can he make her day perfect of will it go down in flames?
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Wayward Soul
Book 2 in the Wayward Saints MC Series
Cover Photo by Shauna Kruse of Kruse Images and Photography: Models and Boudoir
Front Cover Model: Tyler Robinson
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Cover Design: KLa Boutique
Synopsis:
Can two broken people put each other back together again?
Casey Stewart has spent her high school years being picked on and never being enough for her parents. Starting college in Seattle is the opportunity she has been waiting for to shed her old image and create a new one. Casey is on the path to destruction. In a year, she has gone from the loner to the wild child. Can she be saved before she destroys herself?
Alec “Gunner” Foster had a tough childhood. When his aunt and uncle step in and move him and his mom to Vegas, Gunner is finally able to be a kid again. Growing up with the VP of the Wayward Saints MC in Las Vegas, Gunner knew he wanted to be the some kind of man his uncle is. Dependable. Loyal. Fierce. With retaliation on his mind, can he stay true to himself and the first girl he’s ever cared about?
For mature audiences only. Contains violence and sexual encounters.
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K. Renee is from sunny, California. Creative by nature, she decided to put her imagination to paper. K. Renee is an avid reader. During the day she works in an office and at night she writes. These stories have been in her head for years and are finally coming out on paper.
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NEW RELEASE & REVIEW ~ When An Alpha Purrs by Eve Langlais
Title: When An Alpha Purrs
Series: A Lion’s Pride, #1
Author: Eve Langlais
Genre: Paranormal / Shapeshifter/ Fantasy Romance
Release Date: June 4th, 2015
When an alpha purrs
When a Beta Roars
When an Omega Snaps
“I’m more of a veggie kind of a girl.”
Ugh. A lettuce eater.
When a Pride Revolts
BLURB:
A lion’s pride isn’t defined only by those he commands but also resides with his hair, so when a human dares to butcher Arik’s mane, he gets his revenge—and claims her as his mate.
A billionaire CEO and leader of the largest East Coast pride, Arik is a ladies man and a lion. Used to commanding others, and obedience, he can’t believe it when a hairdresser with tempting curves chops off a hunk of his precious mane.
But her biggest mistake is in running from him.
Run as fast as you can, little mouse, because this cat loves to chase—and pounce.
Oh, and he also likes to nibble on tender bits. What he doesn’t expect is to fall for a human woman, a woman who can make the impossible happen because everyone knows lions can’t purr…until now.
EXCERPT
“What do you mean Dominic isn’t here?” Arik didn’t quite raise his voice, and yet everyone in the barbershop heard him and noted his displeasure. Heads ducked, hands busied themselves snipping and styling, and no one dared meet his gaze.
If they were lion shifters, he would have said it was because they recognized his alpha status—say hello to the king of the concrete jungle. But these were only regular humans, people easily cowed by a man in an expensive suit with a commanding attitude.
Except for one.
“Granddad is out west.”
The woman’s reply had him spinning, and he inhaled sharply, which drew in more than just the scent of the barbershop. It drew in her tempting aroma—and stirred a hunger that had nothing to do with food.
Smells delicious. For a human.
Standing at just over five and a half feet, the woman barely reached his chin. She didn’t let her shortness deter her. Her head tilted. The chin raised, almost defiantly, as she met his stare. Brown eyes framed in dark lashes didn’t turn from his amber-hued ones.
Someone’s got spirit. But he didn’t have time to explore how far her attitude and bravery went. There were more important matters clamoring for his attention. Such as his poor, shaggy mane.
“What do you mean he’s out west? I have an appointment.” People didn’t cancel his appointments. Nor did they make him wait. The perks of being top of the heap.
“My Aunt Cecily had her baby early. He took some time off to go meet his new grandson.”
A decent excuse, but still… “But what about my hair?” That might have emerged more plaintively than he’d like. However, who could blame him? They were talking about his precious luxurious mane that required a regular trim lest the ends grow ragged, or, worse, a split end dared to make an appearance.
Vanity, one of his faults, along with arrogance and an unwillingness to budge.
“No need to worry, big guy. I’m taking over Granddad’s appointments while he’s gone.”
“You?” A girl, cut his hair? He couldn’t help but laugh, the idea too ridiculous to contemplate.
“I’m sorry. I fail to see the entertainment.”
“You can’t seriously expect me to trust my mane to a woman?” Sexism, alive and well in Arik’s world, the fault of the females in his pride who’d raised him. No coddling for Arik. They didn’t believe in letting him play with dolls or caving to others. His mother and aunts, not to mention his numerous female cousins, had taught him to be tough. They didn’t allow softness in his world, not when they groomed him as the future leader of their pride.
He was all male, all the time, and dammit, a man used a barber, not a hairdresser. Even if she was cute.
“Suit yourself. I’ve got more than enough men to take care of—”
Was that his cat growling?
“—without adding a pompous one to the list.”
“Pompous?” Even if she’d pegged him right, it didn’t stop his indignant glare.
A glare she chose to ignore. She crossed her arms over her chest, plumping her cleavage—ooh, pretty, shadowy cleft. His curious nature drew his eyes to the mysterious and beckoning vee until she cleared her throat.
“My eyes are up here, big guy.”
Caught. Good thing he was a cat. His kind had no shame, nor did they apologize. He shot her his most engaging, boyish grin. “My name is Arik. Arik Castiglione.”
She didn’t react to his smile or titles, so he elaborated, “The CEO for Castiglione Enterprises.” He stretched his lips wide enough to engage his deadly dimple.
And still failed to impress.
She raised a brow. “Is that supposed to mean something?”
Surely she jested. Within his mind, his poor lion lay down in a traumatized heap and crossed its paws over its eyes.
“We are the largest importer of meat in the world.”
Her shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I don’t check the label to see who brings me my steak. I just eat it.”
“What about our chain of restaurants? A Lion’s Pride Steakhouses.”
“Those I’ve heard of. Decent, I hear, but overpriced. I can get a bigger plate of food at LongHorn. And according to my girlfriends, the male waiters are cuter too.”
For once, Arik found himself at a loss for words. His lion on the other hand? His mane was definitely ruffled—and itching.
Arik had already gone two weeks longer than usual for this haircut because of an overseas business trip. Time to get back to his highest priority. “How long until Dominic is back?”
“A week, maybe two. I told him to take his time. Granddad doesn’t often take time off, and he’s getting up there in years.”
A few weeks? He’d look like a wildebeest if he waited that long. “That’s no good. I need a cut. Are there any male barbers available?”
“Afraid to let a girl touch your precious hair?” She smirked. “I can peek at the schedule and see if we can squeeze you in this afternoon.”
“I don’t have time to come back. I need it done now.”
Usually when he used the word now, people jumped to do his bidding. She, on the other hand, shook her head.
“Not happening, unless you’ve changed your mind and are willing to let me cut it.”
“You’re a hairdresser.”
“Exactly.”
“I want a barber.”
“Same thing.”
Said the girl without a Y chromosome. “I think I’ll wait.”
Arik turned away from her, only to freeze as she muttered, “Pussy.”
If she only knew how right she was. But, of course, she didn’t mean the feline version.
Pride made him pivot back. “You know what. On second thought, you may cut my hair.”
“How gracious of you, Your Majesty.” She sketched him a mock bow.
Not funny, even if accurate. He glared in reply.
“I see someone’s too uptight for a sense of humor.”
“I greatly enjoy comedy, when I hear it.”
“Sorry if my brand of sarcasm is too simple for you to understand, big guy. Now, if you’re done, sit down so we can get this over with and send you and your precious hair back to your office.”
A woman giving him orders? Not uncommon when a male lived surrounded by them. But actually obeying, that was new – and in this case, unavoidable.
Head held regally high, Arik took the proffered seat, putting his back to the female, but he could still watch her in the mirror and track her by scent. Coconut lotion, fabric softener, and musky woman. All woman.
My woman. Want to taste.
His lion grumbled in hunger. Odd because Arik had eaten a hearty breakfast, even wrestling his beta, Hayder, for the last two pieces of bacon.
The hairdresser swirled a fabric cape around his upper body, swathing him in protection against snipped tickly bits. So far the same as usual, except Dominic’s mere presence never had Arik’s body so aware. The light touch of her fingers at his nape as she fastened the Velcro closure caused all the hairs on his body to stiffen. And they weren’t the only thing standing at attention.
Before he could wonder at his reaction, she withdrew her hand and busied herself with her tray of instruments. Razor, scissors, brush, comb. But forget the manly black colors a barber would use. Her tools were pink and black, zebra striped.
The indignity of it. He almost said something but held his tongue, only because he could see her watching and waiting for it in the mirror. As if he’d give her the satisfaction. This cat held his own tongue—for now.
The hairdresser sifted her fingers through his long strands, lifting and studying the various layers Dominic usually cut into it. Unlike many businessmen, Arik preferred to keep his golden mane somewhat long. Funny how many of his lovers had told him it gave him a leonine appearance—if only they knew the truth.
“How much are we taking off?”
As little as possible, given he still didn’t trust her. “About a half inch or so. Just even up the ends.” That should tide him over until Dominic returned.
“Are you sure?” She frowned at his crown, as she held long strands up. “You look like you could use at least two inches off, if not more.”
How did she know? Arik usually kept his mane to a civilized length that just touched the top of his collar.
“I’m sure.”
“You know, a man your age really should have a more mature cut. The shaggy surfer style is more suited to young guys.”
He dug his fingers into the armrest and fought not to growl. “I like my hair like this.”
“Suit yourself. I was just saying you’d look better with a shorter cut.”
Shave his precious mane? Never! “Do you always argue with your clients?”
Her eyes met his in the mirror, and he wasn’t surprised to see a smile lurking at the corners of her lips. “Only when they’re wrong.”
That surprised a bark of laughter from him. Despite his irritation with the situation, and her outspoken nature, he grudgingly liked Dominic’s granddaughter. “Very well. You may cut it a little shorter than a half inch. But not much shorter. I do not want to end up scalped.”
“For a man your age and in your position, you are way too obsessed with your hair,” she muttered as she bound sections of his mane with hairclips. Not exactly his most manly look.
Arik kept a close watch for anyone with a camera or cell phone. Dare to take a pic and he’d probably go furry.
Okay, he wouldn’t go furry in public, but he sure as hell would extract retribution. CEOs of billion-dollar corporations had an image to maintain, and pink hair clips holding his hair at crazy angles didn’t exactly fit it.
“How come I’ve never met you before?” Dominic had paraded a great number of his children and grandchildren through his barber shop over the years.
Attention focused on her hands, which wielded a set of scissors, she answered. “I don’t visit often. I live out in the Midwest with my mom and dad. I was actually working at a hair salon out there until it shut down, and Granddad offered me a job here.”
“You just packed up and moved?”
“Why not?” She released a layer of hair, and the scissors kept snipping. Golden bits flittered to the floor, and Arik tried to not tense. There was just as much hair strewn as when Dominic cut it. She seemed to know her business when it came to using scissors, but for some reason, he couldn’t shake his unease.
“Women should stay close to family.” His female family members certainly did, despite his best efforts to pawn them off onto other tribes and cities. Hell, he’d even tried to bribe some of his more rascally cousins with the promise of condos on other continents. However, the lionesses in his pride were content. A sign he was a good leader, but annoying as it meant they were constantly putting their whiskered noses in his business.
And they also loved to play matchmaker.
“When are you going to give us some cubs?” Not a day went by that he didn’t hear this.
“I’ve got a friend I want you to meet.” Fun for a night, until the next day when his cousin hammered him to make some kind of commitment.
The hairdresser reacted to his statement about a woman’s place with a snort. “Get with the times, big guy. We’re no longer strapped to a kitchen or forced into arranged marriages. We even get to vote. Girls nowadays often move away from home and have jobs. Or at least this one does.”
He couldn’t help but wince as she gave a decisive snip to his mane. So far, everything looked good. Yet he could have sworn ominous music hummed at the edges of his mind, feeding a certain dread he’d never admit aloud.
Scared of this woman and her scissors? Never. And his lion reinforced this with a very masculine rawr.
Still though, she’d essentially accused him of being a chauvinist. He explained himself. “I did not mean to sound misogynistic. I merely stated that women often find comfort in having family around them.”
“I do have family here.”
“Touché.” Then he couldn’t have said what prompted him to ask, “What of your boyfriend? I’m sure he’s not pleased at your abrupt departure.”
She paused and stared at him in the mirror. “Is this your not-so-subtle way of asking if I’m single?”
“Was I being subtle? Let me rephrase then. Do you have a lover?” He’d challenge him to a duel if she did and—
Hold on a second. He wasn’t challenging anyone, especially not the human boyfriend of a hairdresser he’d just met.
Just met, and yet wanted.
The realization made him frown. Time to hit the dating circuit again if a plump and mouthy human girl was capable of making him irrational. It didn’t help that his lion urged him to rub against her and mark her with their scent—to keep other males away.
Not happening. Marking any kind of female was bound to create complications. Arik wasn’t about to settle down or commit himself. He was in his prime. Playing the field.
Flirting with a hairdresser who set his hairs on end—and brought his erotic senses alive.
The things I could do to her. Nibbles on her creamy skin… Nips at that luscious lower lip, which pulled taut as she frowned at him and said, “First off, I don’t think my love life is any of your business.” Snip. “Second. Even if I were single, I wouldn’t date you.” Snip. Snip.
“Why not?” He could have blinked in astonishment when the query emerged from his mouth. However, a curious kitty needed to know. Women just didn’t say no. It wasn’t arrogant of him to claim it, not when it was fact.
Rejection was not something he encountered. Until now.
“Are you seriously having to ask why I won’t date you?” She sounded so incredulous. “Would you like me to recite the list alphabetically?”
Actually, he did. “Let’s hear it.”
Not even a pause. “Asshat. Braggart. Cocky tied with chauvinist. Dumbass. Egotistical. Do I really need to go on?”
A chuckle rumbled forth from him—again. What was it about this woman that delighted him? She kept arguing and defying him at every turn, and yet he couldn’t help but find her amusing. She utterly intrigued him, especially as he tried to guess what she’d say next. How refreshing to come across a female that wasn’t related to him, or impressed by him, who dared to treat him as a man.
One she considered beneath her standards.
“I think your list needs tweaking.” He launched a defense of his character.
“Oh really? And just how do you see yourself? I’m sure this will be good.”
“Let me see. Attractive, bold, courageous, daring, elegant, ferocious, especially as a lover,” he admitted with a wink. “Gallant.”
With a derisive snort, she interrupted. “Ha. I highly doubt that.”
“And yet you don’t really know me. My lady friends would tell you that I am a gentleman.” When it came to opening doors and picking up the check. Other than that, there was nothing gentle about him. Just ask those who crossed him.
Kings didn’t let anyone question their authority.
“I wouldn’t know, though, about this supposed gallantry, because I’m not your lady friend.”
“You could be.” He gave her another chance. She truly did draw him in with the roundness of her figure, hugged by faded denim and topped with a baggy sweatshirt that drooped enticingly off a shoulder, baring a black strap.
Lace or cotton? A feline mind wanted to know.
But apparently he wouldn’t know today, as she, yet again, managed to resist him.
“Date you? Not likely.”
Again words emerged from him without volition. “Why not?”
“Oh please. I’ve seen enough to know you’re not my type.”
Such a liar. Apparently he wasn’t the only one aroused by their repartee. The musky scent of her arousal tickled his senses. It made him bolder. “I guarantee when I’m between your thighs and you’re clawing my back, you’ll be screaming a different tune.”
So he might have come on a tad strong with that last statement. That was still no excuse for what happened next.
“Pig.” However it wasn’t the animal insult that was her most grievous crime. It was the gigantic hunk of hair she snipped off!
An irreplaceable, thick chunk of his hair permanently removed. Accidental or intentional, it didn’t matter.
Ack! My mane. My beautiful, precious mane.
He couldn’t help a low rumbling growl. His eyes glinted in the mirror, the gold catching the light and reflecting it, along with his fury.
“You. Did. Not. Just. Do. That.” And yes, he might have growled the last bit.
“Oops? Did I do that? Sorry.” Said with no repentance at all. With a smirk and a blown kiss, she let her crime rain down over him in a golden, threaded shower.
And then, she ran.
BLP REVIEW ~ Tracy
I love Eve Langlais’ books, the characters, the humour, the plots, the heat and the sexiness all add up to great reads…. and When An Alpha Purrs is no exception!!
I love a shifter story and when I found out that the lead male was a lion shifter I was a happy camper!
Arik is a great hero – he’s sexy, smart and hot but he’s a total feline – full of himself, arrogant and at times kinda obnoxious but we also discover that he’s fiercely loyal, has a good heart, is very protective and extremely possessive!!!
Kira is a feisty one – we see that from the first time she meets Arik – and that’s one of the things that intrigues him about her.. She’s very strong-willed, extremely independent, sharp witted and when she talks it’s as if she has no filters at times.
She’s got a past that she’s been running from that catches up with her and when our Alpha Lion finds out about it, he instantly takes it upon himself to protect her – which in lion speak is a little like kidnap!
My only issue with Kira was her stubbornness and flat out refusal to see sense at times.. she was so bullheaded and very frustrating it was a wonder Arik didn’t bite her head off when he caught her each time she ran away!!!
The snark and banter between our main couple was fun to read, their attraction was undeniable and the sexy times were scorching hot!!
The story was good, it was fast paced with a bit of a twist and kept me interested right through the read. We meet some of Arik’s cousins who are fun (and maybe a little weird!!) and his mother who I could happily throttle!
His Beta and Omega are a real couple of characters and I’m looking forward to their stories!!
Another hit from Eve and I’m sure the rest of the series will be the same!!!
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Genre: Paranormal/Shapeshifter/Werelion Romance
A hero that RAWRS!
A Lion’s Pride Series: Each can be read as stand a alone.
Author Bio:
~ New York Times and USA Today Bestseller
Hello, my name is Eve and I am a Canadian author who loves to write hot romance, usually with shifters, cyborgs or aliens lol.
Be warned, I do have a twisted imagination and a sarcastic sense of humor something I like to let loose in my writing. I like strong alpha males, naked chests and shifters. Lots of shifters. In fact, you’ll notice most of my multi partner stories revolve around great, big, overprotective shifters who just want to please their woman. I am also extremely partial to aliens, you know the kind who like to abduct humans and then drive them insane…with pleasure of course.
I love to write, and while I don’t always know what my mind is going to come up with next, I can promise it will be fun, probably humorous and most of all romantic, because I love a happily ever after.
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RELEASE BOOST – Savage Fire by Kathleen Kelly
Emily wants Dane to feel the pain she felt, she wants him to suffer as she did and decides to make the long drive to see him.
Will they be able to overcome the turmoil that awaits them or will their love be destroyed by forces beyond their control?
His face clouds over and he says, “You kind of fell asleep on them? What. Does. That. Mean?” He pauses between each word and growls them at me.
“Jonas took me to see Doc Jordan and he gave me something for the pain, but because I hadn’t slept in days it made me sleepy. I think he ended up carrying me to their clubhouse.” I realize how all this must sound. If someone told me that exact same story, I would be thinking the worst.
“Did they touch you, Amare?” he growls at me, his eyes blazing with anger.
“No, no, no! In fact, Jonas put a guard on my door so no one would go near me. Not that they would. I was safe, Sal.” Something crosses his face and he stares at me so intently that I look away and stare at the floor. He moves back into my space and lifts my head up. “Thank you for getting me coffee. Let’s go have breakfast and I’m buying. I think I shall keep you in my sights to make sure nothing else happens to you. I have never met a woman who allows herself to get into so many dangerous situations, in such a short space in time. You, my Amare, are a handful.” He moves away from me and does up his shirt, then grabs his jacket. He opens the door to his room and extends his arm. “Shall we?” he asks, offering me a smile that reveals his dimple. My core clenches again and I have to fight the urge to throw myself at him.
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Massive Post Mother’s Day Sale
Surrender Forever
Surrender To A Sex Therapist
Surrender To Her Master
Surrender To His Desires
Surrender To His Charms
Bonus Story: The Reluctant Femdom
Bonus Excerpt: Cherry On Top
Bonus story blurb:
secrets. 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.”
Surrender Ever After:
The Complete Surrender Series Volume 2
She is torn between him and down to earth carpenter, Jake Black, who also comes to work for the eccentric British Dom, and to be seduced by him. Within the halls of Surrender Sanctuary can this trio fall in love, or will hot tempers and guarded hearts force them to separate? For more thrilling erotic romance stories involving Surrender Inc., pick up
This collection includes:
Surrender To His Proposal
Surrender To His Wants
Surrender To His Lust
Surrender To His Love
Bonus Story: Surrender Ever After
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Excerpt:
“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.
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I nearly choke on my appletini. “No. You know my rule.”She rolls her eyes at me, flutters her fake glittery lashes. “Yes, no more bad boys. Why can’t you just drink from the fountain without wanting to marry it?”
I blink at her odd, homemade idiom. “Look, some people can have one night stands and some can’t. I’m not a prude–”
“You just fall in love too fast.” She shakes her blonde wigged head at me. “Girl, you’d have a lot more fun if your heart wasn’t tucked between your knees.”
With that, she struts off toward the stripper sticking his thong clad naughty bits in Felicia’s face. I shake my head and watch them, wishing I could be more like Jeanie and Felicia, wishing I’d chickened out on this bachelorette and stayed at home with my cat and a book.
“But it’ll be fun!” Felicia had crowed when I tried to back out of her party.
“And you’re one of my bridesmaids, so you have to be there.”
Felicia and Ron are getting married soon, and they’ve decided that for their bachelor and bachelorette parties they get one last fling. So strippers were hired and Ron pulled some strings to rent Felicia and her friends this room that’s a part of some sex club. Sex club! Can you believe it? Some place called Surrender Inc. apparently owns it, or so Felicia tells me.
Just great. Here I am tucked in a sex club with ample writhing, muscled male flesh and I’ve sworn off bad boys for good. Of course, a sex club is crawling with just that!
I glance up from where I sit wedged between Mary and Eve, two more college buddies who are in my historical law class. And wouldn’t you know it. One of the strippers is headed right for me, hips gyrating and penis edging closer to my face. I try to get up, but Mary and Eve hold me in place.
“The lady over there says you need a lap dance,” the towering brunette beefcake tells me.
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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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my biological anthropology course. She said she was going camping this weekend with her boyfriend Jeremy and she wasn’t taking her cell phone. Gran never calls this early, because with her lifestyle (she’s a Madame who owns a saloon style brothel) she’s lucky to be home at this time. “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.
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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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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.”
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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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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?”
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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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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 Series Volume 1 – 7Anita Lawless, C.J. Sneere, Roxxy Meyer & Leigh Foxlee
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Surrender Forever (MF. Surrender Series Volume 1),
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Surrender To A Sex Therapist
Surrender To Her Master
Surrender To His Desires
Surrender To His Charms
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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
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Surrender To His Game (MF. Surrender Series Volume 4)
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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?”
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