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RELEASE DAY BLITZ ~ Disgraceful by Dee Palmer

 

 
 
 
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After the dust settles on the most erotic night in her life, a fantasy-fulfilling experience that not only brought Sam back to life, but also laid her brutal demons to rest. Her lust for life returns with her irrepressible passion and she embraces the changes in her life, almost without reservation…almost.

Jason Sinclair is just the Dominant to take a woman like Sam on. She’s fearless and feisty, but when she lost herself, he nearly lost her all over again. By giving her that one night, he became more than her savior…he became her everything. Opening her up to what the future could hold with a potential life of hedonistic heaven together.

Or could one fantasy have been too far? Can the two super kinky souls really settle down together?

As much as Sam dreams of a happily ever after, she’s much too realistic and can’t seem to shake the dark clouds of doubt rolling in. Is the promise of domestic bliss bound to be cursed from day one or does the King of Kink have more tricks up his sleeve?
 
 


 
 
One of his hands leaves me and grabs for something behind. The next moment he carefully lowers me onto a wide sheet of soft leather, my bottom is on the edge but the natural sway and instability of the swing has me falling onto my back. The leather supports my body perfectly but my legs are  dangling and my hands grip the chains for balance.
Jason scoops one leg into a padded loop also secured to the bolt in the ceiling and slides it to just above my knee. He repeats this with my other leg and makes sure the padded part of the strap is comfortable against my skin. He takes a moment standing between my legs spread wide and my body hoisted . His hand rests flat on my tummy and he pushes me away with a slight sway of the swing. I bump back against his thighs, his cock still straining at full attention.
“My turn to worship you Beautiful.” His voice is a deep rumble that I feel like wave of electricity, a charge that prickles my skin, as every single tiny hair on my body jumps to stand. He drops to his knees and blows a blast of cool air on my molten centre. I must be dripping…I know I am and the sexy sucking sounds he makes are evidence to the fact. I buck and grip the chains trying to ease the intensity of this amazing feeling building. His tongue is firm and relentless and when he circles my clit I cry out. I really wasn’t lying when I said I was ready to explode.
“Please..please may I come Sir?” My voice is strained through gritted teeth. Every muscle in my tummy clenches hard with anxiety that he might deny me. I’m getting better at orgasm denial since my torturous time in captivity but I will die if he doesn’t let me come.
“My tongue would be very disappointed if you don’t.” He takes the respite moment to wipe his glossy mouth on my thigh. I relax with obvious relief.
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to disappoint your tongue…Not when it’s been so very good.” My voice is a mix of excited anticipation and breathless relief. He grins and I drop my head back in a heavenly sigh at the long firm sweep of his tongue. He slides two fingers as deep as he can and curls and twirls a blissful rhythm that sends me cresting so damn high I am blinded by the stars dancing behind my lids.
“Oh God…please…Oh …ahhhhh!” I scream and cry out when he sucks down on my clit and I fall, free-fall, weightless and drifting on wave after wave of absolute pleasure. His glorious mouth buffets the waves and his tender lips kiss and rock me back to earth. My eyelids flutter open to see Jason towering dark and dominant, pressed at the apex of my thighs, his cock heavy in his hand. He sweeps the thick head along my slick folds gently teasing until I am fully sentient once more. “Mmm” I moan and arch into the delicious movement that instantly has a deep ache building in the base of my spine. The anticipation is killing me but it’s obviously too much for him too because with one hard thrust he pushes deep inside me. The momentum instantly has the swing lifting me from his cock but he grabs my thighs and pulls me roughly back.
Oh My Fucking God!
I would cry out but I have no breath to speak. He has pushed every bit from my body and filled it with his massive cock. He has never been so deep. I didn’t know it was possible to go that deep. Unbelievable pleasure paired with pain that dances on the edge of just too much, but is divine nonetheless, a tantalising tortuous paradox. He pauses on his downstroke and I lift my head to see concern and heat in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” I can feel his thighs tremble against me as he fights to restrain himself. If this feels half as good for him as it does for me that is Herculean effort he is utilising, holding back like that.
“We have got to get one of these.” I bite my shit-eating grin back but laugh out when he drops his head and lets out an equally happy sound.
When he raises his head all humour has dissipated from his eyes and his face is a picture of fiery feral passion. I clench and brace, suck in and hold a bated breath waiting for him to unleash…euphoric heights and erotic hell. He bucks his hips and pulls out , thrusts hard again and again and again. Each time he plunges deep I swing away and he grabs to pull me back…hard, back to where I belong, thoroughly impaled and loving every single inch.
One of his hands that is gripping the top of my thigh moves to my breast bursting out of the confines of the corset. The rough jerking movements too much for the soft flesh. He squeezes, a rough, desperate grasp and pinches the nipple. He bends over to take it in his eager mouth. He never breaks his relentless pace. My hands rest on his sweat covered shoulders and I sweep them to his waist holding firmly for some elusive stability. He moves his hand to my throat and starts to apply pressure. My body reacts like an instant detonation, no countdown…no steady build, just fucking nuclear explosion. I gasp for air and come…hard.
I don’t remember much after that…his hand may have threaded around my neck. I think he maybe told me he loved me but he could’ve said Kangeroo’s make him horny for all I know. Because I am aware of nothing except him, deep inside me. Him holding me like I am his anchor to the earth, when the truth is he is mine.
 
 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 
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Dee Palmer hates talking about herself in the third person so I won’t. My husband had my iPod engraved one Christmas with ‘sing like no-one’s listening’ and I know my family actually wish they weren’t listening because I am, in fact, tone deaf but it doesn’t stop me and this gentle support has enabled me to fulfil a dream. This has been a truly brilliant experience, I wrote The Choices Trilogy back to back and released them this year just one month apart…Don’t you hate waiting for the next book in a series? The entire process has undoubtedly been made possible by my incredibly supportive family. I know this is very much an acknowledgment but I know I wouldn’t be writing even this single paragraph if it wasn’t for them so this is about who I am, I am because they let me be.
 
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EXCERPT REVEAL ~ Disgraceful (Disgrace Trilogy #2) by Dee Palmer

 

 
 
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After the dust settles on the most erotic night in her life, a fantasy-fulfilling experience that not only brought Sam back to life, but also laid her brutal demons to rest. Her lust for life returns with her irrepressible passion and she embraces the changes in her life, almost without reservation…almost.

Jason Sinclair is just the Dominant to take a woman like Sam on. She’s fearless and feisty, but when she lost herself, he nearly lost her all over again. By giving her that one night, he became more than her savior…he became her everything. Opening her up to what the future could hold with a potential life of hedonistic heaven together.

Or could one fantasy have been too far? Can the two super kinky souls really settle down together?

As much as Sam dreams of a happily ever after, she’s much too realistic and can’t seem to shake the dark clouds of doubt rolling in. Is the promise of domestic bliss bound to be cursed from day one or does the King of Kink have more tricks up his sleeve?
 
 
 
 


 
 
“Mmm.” She moans and arches her body into a decent stretch given the confines of the R8 interior. “Are we there yet?” She yawns and pulls her legs into a hold, wrapping her arms around her knees and shifting onto her side to face me.
“What are you…four?” I mock.
“I didn’t say…’Are we there yet Dad?’ She pouts and wrinkles her nose. She has soft pink lines on her face, crumpled skin from a heavy sleepy head against her shoulder. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips and it’s all I can do to keep from swerving off the road. She looks edible.
“Oh beautiful, you can call me Daddy if you want, but I’m always gonna prefer Sir.” My voice drips with sensual meaning.
“I prefer Sir.” Her sultry, soft tone I feel, like a direct hit in my balls. I push my head back into the headrest and straighten my arms, my fingers tighten on the wheel. Subtle instant reactions that make her giggle. I try and shift in my seat to ease the painful ache from my now rock hard cock.
“Sorry.” She sucks in her lips and fails to look even vaguely apologetic.
“No you’re not.” I groan when her hand reaches over and rubs the material stretched taut over my shaft.
“Not remotely, but I am more than happy to help.” She slips the seatbelt, so it is only wrapped across her waist, and she slinks across the centre of the car, like a super sexy feline. I lift my left arm to make room. Christ my balls feel like they are ready to explode and she hasn’t even loosened my buckle. Oh now she has…shit!
“Sam…I don’t think this is a really good idea.” My voice catches and I try and swallow the sudden dryness in my mouth.
“Really? I think this is a great idea. Besides…” Her warm breath sears the fibres on my pants, her head hovers as she deftly releases my erection into her waiting hand. ‘Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”
“Holy. Fucking Shiiii…Ah! Oh yes that…do that again!” I swallow back a choking cough and let the most amazing feeling radiate through my body unchecked. She has her fist tight around the base but her mouth covers the engorged end and she swallows me down like I really am the best meal of the day. I can feel the muscles in her throat and I fight the urge to jerk my hips forward. The back of her head keeps nudging the bottom of the steering wheel as it is. Her tongue does this thing where she slides and wraps it around my , all the while drawing me deeper into her mouth, until I am touching the back of her throat. She pauses only to catch a breath before she swallows me further. God this feels fucking amazing. I know I’m not all in, her hand is taking over where her mouth is physically unable…at least at this angle.
I am counting backwards in Italian just to try and not think about losing control. But when she releases my cock and her lips instantly wrap around one of my balls, I swerve the car onto the hard shoulder and into the police only waiting area. I’d rather get arrested than die and she is fucking killing me here. Her head pops up and I slip from her swollen lips.
“Problem?” Her devious smile is all faux innocence.
“No problem.” I am impressed I maintain a level voice and a steady exhale. “There will be though if you don’t get your fucking jeans off and ride me till I come.” Her pink cheeks flush a little redder, her eyes darken with pure passion and her slim throat takes a deep slow swallow.
Now I’ve changed my mind.
“Wait… No time, just finish what you started Beautiful.” I thread my hand into what’s left of her messy bun and pull her back into position. Her eyes meet mine and flash with mirrored desire before bending over millimetres from my aching erection.
“Yes Sir.” She exhales a breathy sigh with her words. which scorch the wetness seeping from my tip. Her tongue is quick to take the moisture and her lips quickly follow.  She sinks quickly onto my length and eager to please she almost swallows me whole.
“Fuuuuuck!” Every muscle in my backside tenses and I grip the steering wheel like it is my only anchor to Earth. One of her hands pumps the base of my cock that makes my spine tingle from top to tip, she palms my balls with her other hand, and her magic tongue is driving me insane tracing the pulsing vein from the very bottom of me to the sensitive top. She tilts her head to flash me a wicked grin and smiles wide pulling her lips free and exposing her bright white, straight, and from memory, surprisingly sharp, teeth. I suck in a sharp breath and brace myself. I fucking hate teeth.
But there are no teeth and I don’t know whether to sigh with relief, or growl with irritation. I do neither because her heavenly mouth takes me as far as her breath will allow, she swallows repeatedly and I explode down her eager throat. My stomach muscles spasm from the intensity of my release and I take a few moments to draw in enough air to compose myself. She softly licks me clean and even though I am not remotely soft she expertly tucks my cock back in its cotton cage. Crawling back to her seat, she faces me. Her eyes never leave mine, even as she slowly wipes her wet lips with the back of her hand and proceeds to lick that clean like a kitty. Damn that is the sexiest thing… next to what she has just done, that is.
I reach my hand out and cup the back of her head drawing her forcefully to my waiting kiss. I press hard, the taste of me fresh but faint on her lips, but her taste is intoxicating, and I can’t get enough. I twist my body and try to drag her from her seat when we both freeze. The car fills with a sudden bright blue light and a piercing siren screams a brief but effective interruption. Sam’s eyes, wide at first, transform into an impossibly huge grin once the initial shock has faded.
“Uh-oh someone’s in trouble.” She wiggles her brows playfully and I fire a scowl, with no anger intended at her. She starts to giggle.
“Oh someone’s in lots of trouble, but lets get out of this first shall we?” My tone is slightly reprimanding.
“We? You’re the one who pulled over into a police only wait zone.” She bites her lips to stop full blown hysterical laughter as a figure appears at my window.
“Because a ticket is better than death…although—” I muse and press the window to open. I greet the officer and catch a quick glance at Sam. Her mouth drops at my fluent French. I pulled the car over just south of the Belgium border with the Netherlands. This country is one of the few that are trilingual, speaking Dutch, German and lucky for me, French. The officer is stern and a series of explanations and questions later he gives me a warning but not a ticket  I shut the window when he tries to take another peek inside at my flushed faced fiancée.
I pull smoothly back into the traffic but keep to a sensible speed as the police car has pulled out right behind and is currently tailing me.
“You speak French?” Her clipped tone makes her question sound more like an accusation.
“What can I say…I’m very good with my tongue.” She blurts out a loud laugh mixed with an uncontrolled snort that sends her into a fit of giggles. I adore that sound almost as much as the little moans and sighs.
 

 
 

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Dee Palmer hates talking about herself in the third person so I won’t. My husband had my iPod engraved one Christmas with ‘sing like no-one’s listening’ and I know my family actually wish they weren’t listening because I am, in fact, tone deaf but it doesn’t stop me and this gentle support has enabled me to fulfil a dream. This has been a truly brilliant experience, I wrote The Choices Trilogy back to back and released them this year just one month apart…Don’t you hate waiting for the next book in a series? The entire process has undoubtedly been made possible by my incredibly supportive family. I know this is very much an acknowledgment but I know I wouldn’t be writing even this single paragraph if it wasn’t for them so this is about who I am, I am because they let me be.
 
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BLOG TOUR ~ Disgrace by Dee Palmer

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I shamed my name. I am a whore. I am a disgrace. I’m all the things my mother made me. I wear my badge with pride because I know the truth, and only those worth a damn see me for who I am, not the label I choose to hide behind.

I am a Domme.
I would still rather be a whore than a hypocrite like my mother, or a victim like the daughter she raised me to be.

As Mistress Selina, I can bring a grown man to his knees without so much as a crack of my handmade whip.
I love the power and control—what’s not to love?
I must be mad to even consider Dominant club owner and King of Kink Jason Sinclair’s proposition.

Two Doms don’t make a right.

Self-preservation has kept me at a safe distance from the one man who could change all that. The only man who wields power like a sensual sword and keeps me balanced on that knife’s edge.
My choice is simple: He wants me to switch for him.
But if I do, will I bleed or will I fall?

 



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“So much for taking it slow.” My voice is breathless ragged pants of air.

“There is much to be discussed.” His gaze hold me captive, his voice is soft and mesmerising. “How we proceed with this relationship Sam…with me as your Dominant… I intend to take slow. But how I feel right now has nothing to do with that and has fuck all to do with being slow. I need to be inside you…now.” The sexual tension radiates off him like a palpable force, permeating my every nerve ending with wanton desire and rendering me almost speechless…almost.

“Oh,” One breathy exhale is all I can manage.

“Oh.” He repeats. His lips curl with a knowing nefarious smile that makes my tummy tighten with anticipation. In one swift sequence of smooth manoeuvres Jason grabs my hand, strides purposefully straight into my bedroom and dramatically swings me into the centre of the room. He steps me flush to the bed, pushing me back. He follows my reclining body with his, only millimetres separate our combustive heat. He lifts and pulls my sweater over my head and pushes me flat, his fingertips splayed on my chest. He must be able to feel my heart thumping from the inside. “Don’t move.” His deep voice is gravelly with lust. He crawls back down the bed, hooking his fingers in my waistband and dragging my leggings and panties all the way down my legs. He takes his time and I squirm with the build up of delicious pressure at the apex of my legs.

He kneels on the floor and cups his large palms around the back of my knees pulling me toward the edge of the bed. Scooping my legs over his shoulders he clamps his hands around my hips and lifts me so my centre is within kissing distance of his lips. “Fuck I could die right now… because this is heaven.” His words blur with the cry that escapes from deep inside me the moment his tongue touches my core. Soft, then firm, the pressure is perfect as he works his mouth from my tender folds to my needy nub of nerves. His lips cover me and he sucks for what feels like a life time. His hands grip hard because my whole body is thrown in to a wild display of spasms and convulsions. If it wasn’t for my cries of don’t stop I’m pretty sure he would think I was having a seizure. God this feels so good. I thread my fingers into is short but surprisingly soft hair making my need to grip a challenge. It’s a futile attempt to control him though, my hand is just pulled along, any which way his head chooses to go. He inserts a finger, maybe two and curls them around, swirling and teasing my most sensitive tissue inside.

I push my head back into the mattress and my back strikes the perfect arc as every muscle in my body tenses, not even a breath escapes me when I freeze. He holds me there on the crest for days…Christ it feels like days because I sag with utter exhaustion by the time my muscles relax and I am cognisant again.

He looks at me through his dark lashes and sensually drags his bottom lip through his teeth groaning with pleasure as he scrapes the taste of me from his mouth. “You look sleepy.” He lets my floppy legs slide off his broad shoulders and I don’t have the strength, but to let them slide off the side of the bed too. I hear a buckle chink and some clothes rustle and drop to the floor. I can’t move. He chuckles as he stalks up my body, slowly rousing it with gentle kisses. “You can’t be sleepy.” His tongue flicks my perky nipple through the delicate lace of my bra. He nips the end through the material, holding it hostage in his teeth. I sigh and stretch, sinking my body away from his bite, just enough that I test his hold and up to the point where it hurts. I whimper and can feel his lips carve a smile against my breast. I lift my head just as he releases me from his teeth but grabs and moulds me in his hand. “I’m still hungry.” He sucks my whole nipple into his mouth, hard. I feel the draw from my toes. The lace of my bra is now wet and feels rough against my soft skin, the suction is incredible. If I didn’t know better I would swear he’s trying to mark me. His large hands sweep under the edge of my bra, around and under my back. He releases the clip and he pulls away, triumphantly swinging my bra like a trophy.

I laugh at his goofy grin but the heat in his glare evaporates any humour from the room. This man is lethal. He wedges his knees between my thighs and slides on to his side, half on me, half supporting his full weight. One arm is draped across his muscled, cut torso, his hand fisting his impressive cock. I still haven’t had the chance to take him in. In the cupboard at the wedding I could feel his body was toned, felt his muscled back and chest but he kept his suit on the entire time. Even now we are a tangle of limbs, I can’t really see his body but I can see his cock. Large doesn’t do him justice. I thought his hands were big but they look more like a child’s as he languidly strokes himself up and down. His grin widens when he catches my stare, he chuckles when I snap my jaw shut. How did I not remember that and why the fuck did I not return his call!

Oh yes because this isn’t just sex, this isn’t the thrill of a casual hook-up, this isn’t me in charge…This is much, much more dangerous.

He leans over my body and pushes his velvet head between my folds and it feels surreal, delicious and erotic and wrong. I clamp my legs together but he is firmly wedging them wide.

“Condom!” I cry but it sounds more like a screech because he physically recoils at the volume.

“Sorry?” He looks down to where we are almost joined. He nudges a little further and I curve my spine sharply ensuring minimum safe distance.

“Condom Jason.” I repeat but his eyes narrow and he breathes in deeply through his nose like I have said something irritating.

“You’re clean…I’m clean. You told me last time you were on birth control. I don’t want to wear a condom with you Sam.” He grates out the words slowly with a touch of menace.

“You can’t be serious Jason. I’m a whore!” That make him flinch, his jaw clenches and his eyes look like they could burn my soul right out of me. He is furious.

“I don’t give a shit what you call yourself Sam. Give me one damn reason why I can’t fuck you bareback? One reason relating to health that is because I won’t accept any other reason.” His tone softens. I can’t believe he doesn’t care that I’m a whore.

I mean I can’t believe that he obviously cares but not about that and he doesn’t even know the truth.

I am in so much trouble.

 



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Dee Palmer hates talking about herself in the third person so I won’t. My husband had my iPod engraved one Christmas with ‘sing like no-one’s listening’ and I know my family actually wish they weren’t listening because I am, in fact, tone deaf but it doesn’t stop me and this gentle support has enabled me to fulfil a dream. This has been a truly brilliant experience, I wrote The Choices Trilogy back to back and released them this year just one month apart…Don’t you hate waiting for the next book in a series? The entire process has undoubtedly been made possible by my incredibly supportive family. I know this is very much an acknowledgment but I know I wouldn’t be writing even this single paragraph if it wasn’t for them so this is about who I am, I am because they let me be.

 

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RELEASE DAY BLITZ ~ Disgrace by Dee Palmer

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I shamed my name. I am a whore. I am a disgrace. I’m all the things my mother made me. I wear my badge with pride because I know the truth, and only those worth a damn see me for who I am, not the label I choose to hide behind.

I am a Domme. I would still rather be a whore than a hypocrite like my mother, or a victim like the daughter she raised me to be.

As Mistress Selina, I can bring a grown man to his knees without so much as a crack of my handmade whip. I love the power and control—what’s not to love? I must be mad to even consider Dominant club owner and King of Kink Jason Sinclair’s proposition.

Two Doms don’t make a right.

Self-preservation has kept me at a safe distance from the one man who could change all that. The only man who wields power like a sensual sword and keeps me balanced on that knife’s edge. My choice is simple: He wants me to switch for him. But if I do, will I bleed or will I fall?

 



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Yes…the wedding. What is it about weddings?’ He muses.

“I’m not sure it had anything to do with it being a wedding.” I laugh lightly.

“No…You might be right. It had much more to do with you looking hot as hell, a convenient store cupboard and a lockable door.” He tips his glass and nods for a refill. I do the same suddenly feeling I need the liquid courage to play with the inferno sitting next to me. “After though…You didn’t return my call?” His gaze darkens.

“That would be because there would be no point.” I quickly down the sweet coffee liqueur and mouth a large ice cube, I take my time playing with it in my mouth. Relishing the effect I am now having on the implacable Mr Sinclair. He swallows thickly, his eyes never leaving my mouth. I know I am playing with fire but it feels so good.

“And why is that?” His casual tone betrays the heat in his eyes and the intensity of his glare. “Did you not have fun…because I seem to recall you had a great deal of fun.”  He leans forward and pushes his hands between my legs and grabs the edge of the bar stool. My legs spread of their on volition just enough before I try to rectify their wanton error. Clamping tight against his wrist he pulls my seat closer to him. His muscular thighs trap me, his hand wedged between my legs, heavy lidded eyes bore into me with a fierceness that burns through my veins like wildfire. His thumb languidly stroking my inner thigh.

I take a moment, relish the utter pleasure these strange erotic feelings coursing through me evoke. My heart is beating a hypnotic pattern in my chest, hard and fierce. I am acutely aware the precarious balance of control that I hold so dear begin to slip. I feel the shift like a physical change and it is alarmingly seductive how natural it feels to give over to someone so absolutely Dominant as Jason…It is too seductive. I raises a brow, my calm facade, a mask to my traitorous emotions. I use the tips of my fingers to pick up the remaining ice cube from my glass, I quickly palm it and stretch out to hold it flat and hard against Jason’s rock solid erection. The ice water socking his trousers but not diminishing the heat in my palm one bit.

“Fuck Sam!” He barks out but doesn’t move, if anything he grinds into my hand and releases a deep moan. I can’t help laugh, that was not the reaction I was anticipating but then I should’ve known he wasn’t likely to run. He was much more likely to rise to the challenge he obviously thinks I am.

“Jason.” I sigh reluctantly removing my hand. “Two Doms don’t make a right. We would not play well together. The wedding was an exception… I will give you that it was an amazing exception but-”

“But nothing.” He growls his interruption.

“See that is exactly why I didn’t return your call. I’m not one of your little submissives Jason and you sure as shit aren’t going to kneel for me anytime soon…although…” My index finger lightly taps my lips which carve a wicked grin at the very notion.

“Yeah keep dreaming beautiful, because that is all that’s ever going to be.” He sniffs derisively but his eyes narrow while he slowly sips his drink. “But you weren’t always a Domme Selina?” His serious tone and leading question instantly kills my flirtatious mood.

“Oh you have been busy.” I straighten myself creating a cool noticeable distance.

“Daniel was just as much my wing man as I was his before Bethany and you know that. I’m not being intrusive. I am stating a fact. You weren’t always a Domme.” His dismissive tone is doing little to calm my irritation.

“I doubt Daniel would’ve disclosed any details but if he did he would’ve informed you it was one time and it was the very last part of my training. My instructor insisted I understand both ends of the whip as it were.” I clarify stiffly.

“Quite right too-” He nods in agreement.

“But that doesn’t make me a sub Jason.”

“No Samantha it doesn’t but you enjoyed it so that does in fact make you a switch.” His gaze seems to sear right through me with fire and so much desire I am starting to melt. What exactly I am struggling with? Is it that I actually like the turn this conversation is heading. No…I can’t… I can’t let it go there.

“And your point is?” My attempt at annoyance seems to amuse him. He moves his hand from his drink to lightly pinch my chin making sure he holds my eye contact. Not that I could look anywhere else…not that I’d want to.

“My point Selina… is I want you to switch for me.” His lethal glare scorches my breath from my lungs as I let out an inaudible gasp. “So tell me Selina, what is it going to take?” His assured cockiness is interrupted by my incredulous laugh.

“Oh Jason…that is sweet and I’m flattered, really I am.” His instant scowl darkens at my flippancy and condescending tone.

“What is it about me that your think is sweet exactly?…Do I look like a man that doesn’t get everything he wants?”  He slips his hand around the back of my head and grabs a tight hold of my long sleek pony tail. I don’t flinch but my heart does feel like it is trying to beat its way through my chest.

“Do I?” I retort and hold his fiery gaze.

“Damnit Selina…you most definitely do not look like a man.” He sniffs out a laugh and his lips bite back a grin. “Give me one day.” He pauses to let the words sink in but the evident confusion must be etched on my face  because it makes him clarify further. “Give me one day to change your mind. Spend the whole day with me and if I can’t convince you to submit to me…then…”

“Then?” I tip my chin for his answer but my movement is still restricted by his hold.

“Then it will be the first time I do not get what I want.” He grumbles and I laugh loudly shaking free from his grip.

“And if I do agree to submit… it will be a miracle.” I taunt.

He stands stepping into my personal space, putting pressure enough to widen my legs to accommodate him just that little bit closer. “I’ll pick you up first thing in the morning.” He leans down, his words kiss my neck like a tempting promise.

“Tomorrow? It’s Christmas Day?” I sag a little when he moves away, fighting the moan at his sudden loss of heat.

“Perfect day for a miracle.” He pauses at the doorway, holding my gaze for long seconds before stepping through the curtain leaving me a mess of heat and confusion.

 


 

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Dee Palmer hates talking about herself in the third person so I won’t. My husband had my iPod engraved one Christmas with ‘sing like no-one’s listening’ and I know my family actually wish they weren’t listening because I am, in fact, tone deaf but it doesn’t stop me and this gentle support has enabled me to fulfil a dream. This has been a truly brilliant experience, I wrote The Choices Trilogy back to back and released them this year just one month apart…Don’t you hate waiting for the next book in a series? The entire process has undoubtedly been made possible by my incredibly supportive family. I know this is very much an acknowledgment but I know I wouldn’t be writing even this single paragraph if it wasn’t for them so this is about who I am, I am because they let me be.

 

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SALE BLITZ – Never a Choice by Dee Palmer

Title: Never a Choice

Series: The Choices Trilogy #1 

Author: Dee Palmer

 

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date: March 20, 2015

 


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Bethany Thorne has secrets and she’s told a few lies but she’s hurt no-one. She just wants a better life, she works hard for a better life, a life with choices but a chance encounter at her new University with disturbing stranger Daniel Stone makes her heart beat, her body tremble and rocks her very foundation. Reeling from the intensity of her unfathomable reactions to this man her world is sent further spiralling out of her control when on this first meeting he casually whispers that he knows she’s a liar. Bethany begins to feel her hard earned choices start to disintegrate before her.

Her innate and newly discovered submissive nature is highlighted further by her extreme reaction to each encounter with Daniel Stone. Dark and dominant he evokes an instant heat and desire she has never felt before, but he is dangerous, he is powerful and he seems to see right through her. Choosing to try and stay under his radar proves to be the first choice to slip through her fingers.

 

 

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“I thought we talked about lying. I know you are lying but I want to know why?” He touches my chin with the tip of his finger and I can feel the intensity of the heat from that tiny connection like a branding iron.

“How?” It’s all I can manage and his lips curl in to a sinful grin.

“I know you Miss Thorne. I know you better than you know yourself.” He pushes my jacket open and I gulp for the air that won’t stay in my mouth. His strong hands hold my waist, his thumbs tracing circles over my hip and his fingers hook over the waist band of my jeans and follow the band to the middle. “ I know what you need.” He slowly pops the buttons and I let out a small moan, his eyes darken from brilliant blue to almost black. I jump at the sound of the door handle, it’s unlocked.

“Don’t move.” I barely hear his low growl as he takes one step to my side but remains flush against my body his fingers gently stroking the top of my panties.

“Ah Daniel.” I recognise Mr Wilson’s cheerful voice.

“Jack, if you don’t mind I just need a moment with Miss Thorne.” His voice is soft but commanding and with that he sinks his hand down the front of my panties and begins to leisurely move his index finger up and down my soft folds. I try to suppress a full on erotic cry at the intimate intrusion and all that escapes is a strained squeak from the back of my throat. I begin to tremble; my legs are feeling weak and my blood is rushing, deciding whether to flee to my head or my crotch.

“Yes of course, Bethany I hope you are well, you have my assignment completed yes? Are you enjoying the course?” Oh crap I’ve got to answer, Daniel looks like he is asking for directions. I dread to think what my face looks like as perspiration forms a sheen across my skin and I struggle to breathe.

“Yes and yes I am, thank you Mr Wilson.” I manage to speak in a level but strained tone.

“How much?” Daniel says under his breath and sinks a finger further into me. I clench around him and squeeze my legs together. My hips want to grind but I’m guessing that movement wouldn’t go undetected.

“Oh actually Bethany, you’ve saved me an email.” I whimper, the pressure building is more than a distraction. “We have a drinks reception, selected few blah blah but as a representative mature student on my course I would be grateful if you would come.” His offer is kind but barely registering with me as Daniel continues his deep rhythmical movement, slowly in and out, in and out.

“She’ll come, I’m sure of it.” Daniel answers on my behalf but not for my benefit. I look at him with heated, pleading eyes. He grins but continues to look at Mr Wilson, his glance the picture of calm whilst sinking a second finger deep inside me.

“Oh good, the details are on my desk, I’ll just . . .” I hear him step further into the room. I freeze. Daniel interrupts him.

“I’ll make sure she gets them but if you wouldn’t mind I need to finish with Miss Thorne.” He barely whispers the word with but the deep timbre of the rest of his commanding dismissal weakens not just my resolve but my knees too. Mr Wilson closes the door. My eyes are so wide and my body quakes as I am stepped forcefully back towards the door.

“I can’t believe, -arhhhh” Daniel strokes a sweet spot inside me and I feel my knees give way. He holds me up with his frame and continues to move his finger deep inside. His thumb puts light pressure in tiny circles on my clit. My hips move of their own volition grinding against his hand, riding him, needing release.

“You’re so wet and I’m so fucking hard.” He growls into my neck as he flicks the door locked. “No interruptions, I want you to come for me.” Like I could stop. “Now!” He demands through gritted teeth.

“You’re so fucking responsive Bethany?” He slowly sucks on his fingers and I can see the raw desire still in his eyes. That maybe the most erotic thing I’ve seen and certainly the most erotic act I’ve ever experienced but even so, I realise I am seriously out of my depth with this man. He returns to the desk picks up the details of the drinks reception and hands me the information. He is unaffected and I’m a wreck.

 


 

 

 

Author Bio

 

Dee Palmer hates talking about herself in the third person so I won’t. My husband had my iPod engraved one Christmas with ‘sing like no-one’s listening’ and I know my family actually wish they weren’t listening because I am, in fact, tone deaf but it doesn’t stop me and this gentle support has enabled me to fulfil a dream. This has been a truly brilliant experience, I wrote The Choices Trilogy back to back and released them this year just one month apart…Don’t you hate waiting for the next book in a series? The entire process has undoubtedly been made possible by my incredibly supportive family. I know this is very much an acknowledgment but I know I wouldn’t be writing even this single paragraph if it wasn’t for them so this is about who I am, I am because they let me be.

  

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RELEASE BLITZ – The Choices Trilogy Box Set by Dee Palmer

Title: The Choices Trilogy Box Set

Series: The Choices Trilogy 

Author: Dee Palmer

 

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date: January 28, 2016

 


Blurb

Never a Choice

The Choices Trilogy is an intense and fragile story. Bethany Thorne has secrets and she’s told a few lies but she’s hurt no-one. She just wants a better life, a life with choices but a chance encounter at her new University with disturbing stranger Daniel Stone makes her heart beat, her body tremble and rocks her very foundation. Her innate and newly discovered submissive nature is highlighted further by her extreme reaction to each encounter with Daniel Stone. Dark and dominant he evokes an instant heat and desire she has never felt before. But he is dangerous, he is powerful and he seems to see right through her. Choosing to try and stay under his radar proves to be the first choice to slip through her fingers.

Always a Choice

Dark and erotically demanding Daniel is everything and more, Bethany embraces the challenge of being with a man like Daniel whilst trying to come to terms with what he needs and what she can give him of herself. Is it ever going to be enough? Daniel consumes and possess every part of her, its intoxicating and seductive. Bethany needs to choose between being true to herself and the promises she made and being the type woman Daniel demands.

The Only Choice

Faced with a choice no-one should ever have to make Bethany’s devastation is complete. Secrets, lies and impossible choices have torn her world apart but it is not the first time she has had to rebuild her world. So she’ll do it again…because this time she has to.

When Bethany meets Daniel, she is backed into a corner and with the threat of losing even more she comes out fighting. Daniel quickly learns there is nothing quite as intoxicating as a woman with nothing left to lose and nothing quite as irresistible as his Bethany. But there are more games being played than either of them are truly aware and the winning prize is a coveted Happy Ever After.

 

 

 

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Excerpt

 

My fingers are numb with cold as I press the lift button and the nerves aren’t helping as I rip the envelope open. The man at the concierge desk nearly fell over himself making sure I didn’t pass him without taking it. The envelope is blank. I know it holds my immediate instructions. Since it is not handwritten and I know Daniel is on his way to meet me, I blush to think the poor man at the desk has had to print this off. I suck in a sharp breath at the very short note.

You are mine Miss Thorne,

I want you Naked and Kneeling…Nervous?

You should be,

D

He is right about that. I stuff the note back in the envelope and slip it into my shoulder bag. Each time I have been here has resulted in the most intense erotic encounter, painful, exciting and emotionally exhausting. But each time has been an exception and had an ulterior motive, pain, truth… painful truth or punishment. I fumble with my key and mentally shake myself. This is us, this is Daniel and he is all about pleasure and since he first brought me here I have been wondering how long before ‘here’ becomes our normal not our exception.

The flat is quiet and I find myself tip toeing into the main living area, which is utterly ridiculous. I drop my bag in the entrance and make my way to the bedroom. I don’t know how long I have got until Daniel arrives but I do know he won’t be pleased if I haven’t obeyed his instruction. I push the door open and freeze. The room is warm with a hundred candles flickering, casting a sensual glow and softening the edges of the somewhat sinister apparatus hanging from the walls, the bench and the cross. He must be here. I can’t hear any movement but I do notice the ensuite door is shut. I quickly lose my coat and strip the rest of my many layers. The room maybe warm and my skin feels flushed but my body shivers with anticipation. The door starts to open and I dive to my knees and I know I should bow my head but I want to see him. I need to see him.

“Tsk tsk Miss Thorne…do we really need to go over the basics?” He strides toward me and locks his penetrating stare onto me. It takes a second before I look away but I only needed a second. His black jeans and fitted shirt skim his perfect body, a few buttons are open at the neck and he has rolled his sleeves up to the elbow like he means business. Dirty work maybe and by the wicked grin his soft lips are sporting he is not afraid to get his hands dirty. Lucky me. “Good girl…I don’t want to waste time covering old ground when there is so much more to explore.” His voice is level, deep but he swallows back a cough and I know he is, perhaps, not so calm after-all. He threads his hand into my hair, his fingers momentarily giving a heavenly massage before they flex and grip pulling my head back so sharply I cry out. He holds me firm as he draws closer. My eyes pinched shut with the first bite of pain but the desire that flashed through my body consumes me.

“Look at me.” I open my eyes and see nothing but pure fire and lust, it melts me. He grips a little tighter and I gasp. “Fuck…you like the pain… You know, I forget you like the pain. Do you like it as much as the pleasure Miss Thorne?” I try to shake my head but his grip is solid and I only inflict more pain on my tender scalp. He chuckles. “Oh really? Are you sure about that?” The intensity of the sexual tension is magnified by the anticipation in the long pause that follows the question.

“I…” My voice falters but not because I don’t know what to say but because I don’t know what my answer will mean for us when I tell him the truth. He raises a brow for me to continue. “I don’t know.” I don’t like the pain but I won’t deny it arouses me to heights I never new existed. My answer is a lie. I am a coward but this is his playground and as much as I trust him, I don’t quite trust myself.

“Hmmm…” His grip in my hair loosens. He draws his finger along my jaw and tips my chin high. “If you say so Miss Thorne.” He stands back and I feel a rush of cool air fill the space his heat created between us. “Stand.” He commands and I obey on shaky legs and with a building liquid core I can feel pool between my tightly gripped thighs. I am so turned on I know I am not going to last one minute. “You know you are so fucking beautiful it’s a crime to cover this body in anything other than me. My touch.” He steps closer and his fingers curl and stroke my cheek. His touch is light but sparks with charge at each delicate contact with my sensitive skin. He moves slowly from my jaw down the side of my neck. Putting the slightest pressure to make me tilt my head and give him open access to my neck. A deep groan rumbles in his chest but he keeps it there, his words are soft and intoxicating as they kiss my skin. He continues, “My kisses.” His lips feel like a brand sizzling my neck, soft, firm and possessive. I bite back a whimper but I can feel my body start to tremble. “My come.” He whispers and I am amazed I am still standing I feel so weak.

“Daniel please!” I plead, embarrassed I have little to no control over my body with this man, embarrassed but not surprised.

 

“Tsk Tsk Miss Thorne…one kiss and you’re begging already?”

 


 


 

Author Bio

 

Dee Palmer hates talking about herself in the third person so I won’t. My husband had my iPod engraved one Christmas with ‘sing like no-one’s listening’ and I know my family actually wish they weren’t listening because I am, in fact, tone deaf but it doesn’t stop me and this gentle support has enabled me to fulfil a dream. This has been a truly brilliant experience, I wrote The Choices Trilogy back to back and released them this year just one month apart…Don’t you hate waiting for the next book in a series? The entire process has undoubtedly been made possible by my incredibly supportive family. I know this is very much an acknowledgment but I know I wouldn’t be writing even this single paragraph if it wasn’t for them so this is about who I am, I am because they let me be.

 

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SALE BLITZ – Ethan’s Fall by Dee Palmer

Title: Ethan’s Fall

Author: Dee Palmer

 

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: November 26, 2015


 

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They say once bitten…

Ethan Cates is anything but shy. A little time away from his playboy playground has hardened his heart. After returning from his travels, he has every intention of keeping it locked away. This summer his plan is for the three S’s: Sun, Sea and Surf…It’s just not his entire plan. Three more S’s: Sex, Sex, and more Sex. Ethan loves women. He is just never going to love only one woman; this summer he is on a mission to prove it.

Twice shy…

Everyone has a story but not everyone wants to tell about it. Ada is hiding and has no choice but to stay that way, because she needs to find the person who means the most to her more than her next breath. If she is found and identified, she knows she will never get that chance. It’s not a life choice; this is self-preservation. She’s lost too much to give up now.

For the first time since moving to the small coastal town, Ada feels isolated in her opinion of Ethan, the town’s favourite prodigal son. He is arrogant, rude, and a complete arse to her. But, the first time in forever, Ada is distracted by a man who seems to delight in torturing, teasing, and playing a game Ada can’t afford to lose— one she can’t afford to play at all.

 

 


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Dee Palmer hates talking about herself in the third person so I won’t. My husband had my iPod engraved one Christmas with ‘sing like no-one’s listening’ and I know my family actually wish they weren’t listening because I am, in fact, tone deaf but it doesn’t stop me and this gentle support has enabled me to fulfil a dream. This has been a truly brilliant experience, I wrote The Choices Trilogy back to back and released them this year just one month apart…Don’t you hate waiting for the next book in a series? The entire process has undoubtedly been made possible by my incredibly supportive family. I know this is very much an acknowledgment but I know I wouldn’t be writing even this single paragraph if it wasn’t for them so this is about who I am, I am because they let me be.

 

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Book: Ethan’s Fall
Series: A Choice Novel
Author: Dee Palmer

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They say once bitten… Ethan Cates is anything but shy. A little time away from his playboy playground has hardened his heart and returning from his travels he has every intention of keeping it that way.This summer his plan is for the three S’s Sun, Sea and Surf…It’s just not his entire plan. Three more S’s… Sex, Sex and more Sex. Ethan loves women. He is just not ever going to love one women and this summer he is on a mission to prove it.

Everyone has a story but not everyone wants to tell their story. Ada is hiding and has no choice but to stay that way because she needs to find someone more than she needs to take her next breath. If she is found and identified she knows she will never get that chance. It’s not a life choice. This is self preservation, she’s lost too much but she will never give up.

For the first time since moving to the small coastal town Ada feels isolated in her opinion of Ethan, the towns favourite prodigal son. He is arrogant, rude and a complete arse to her. But, the first time in forever, Ada is distracted by a man who seems to delight in torturing her, teasing her and playing a game Ada can’t afford to lose…A game she can’t afford to play.

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“Shit!” I recognise the voice right away though. Ada grabs my hips to stop her from falling right into me, but snaps her hands away the moment she’s stable. “Shit!” she repeats more to herself by the quiet volume.
“And good morning to you. You are keen at least. Buddy did say you were a hard worker—” I want to try for a sterner tone but my smile spreads with unprecedented pleasure at this unexpected visit.
“I’m not here to clean!” She grumbles and moves to step around me. I block her descent.
“A booty call then?” I have to pinch my lips at the thought, but her scowl makes me laugh. “Maybe not?”
“Yeah…maybe not.” Ada tries again to get past, but my manoeuvre makes her step back. She loses her footing and once more grabs for me, this time pulling me onto her.
“Are you sure about that?” My voice lowers and I know she can feel me harden against her thigh, because her eyes dip to the non-gap between us, and she struggles to swallow. Oh, I fucking love this. I can’t resist a gentle roll of my hips into her soft frame and am rewarded with an inaudible whimper. I’ll take that. “Maybe we should take this inside.” My hands are holding her captive, placed on either side of her head, supporting my frame just out of reach, and she tilts her head leaning forward for contact. My lips skim hers, and she whispers against my mouth,
“Not a fucking chance.” Her lips curl but I crush the smile right off her face with a deep urgent kiss. I dip down on one elbow, so I can thread one hand into her hair to pull her head back, causing a groan to escape her throat, and her nails to dig into my side. I can feel her legs tremble as she fights her desire to spread for me. I want that. Fuck! My tired arse muscles are in agony and painfully protest at each deliberate slow thrust. I try and wedge myself between her legs, inching her wider. Fuck it! We don’t have to take this inside, we can go right here. I want to kiss her neck, her tits…Christ! I want to swallow her whole, but her lips taste so fucking sweet I’m not ready to give them up. Her tongue sweeps against mine, tentative and demanding, tasting me and taking from me. She is intoxicating and when she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, I go just that little bit harder. Painfully hard right before she bites down and draws blood.
“Mmmm, now you’re just teasing?” I suck the swollen tissue to stop the trickle of blood. It’s not much—I’ve had worse. I lift myself enough for her to wiggle away and wrap her arms tight over her chest. A poor attempt to hide her arousal. It makes me all warm inside. “There’s no shame in wanting to fuck me, Ada. I get that a lot.”

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Wow, a truly amazing book! Warning, the prologue may destroy you, starting whirlwinds of raw emotions, love, hate, fear, anger, ecstasy, joy, happiness and so much more. This book is not only HOT HOT HOT, but takes you on a crazy wonderful journey. I was riveted from start to finish. Ada and Ethan have learned to survive, but trusting is a whole different ballgame!!! A must read!!!!!!!! ~ Susan Ritter

This book will gut you at the begining, put you back together in the middle, and leave you wanting more at the end. Can you say book hangover with a HEA? ~ Kris Ward

Have you ever felt like you can never love again because your heart has been broken…. Will Ethan ever love again??? This book will take you on a ride of emotions but you will not be able to put it down it will totally consume you ~ Joan Readsalot

You know you’re onto a winner when you can start a book and finish it in one sitting. And that is exactly what we did. All outside disturbances seemed not to exist as we once again lost ourselves in the story of Ethan and Ada. ~ Bloggers From Down Under

Another really good book from Dee Palmer, i find it hard to believe she’s a fairly new author. This book has it all, a gripping story, a hot, sweet, sexy man and a main female character that you just wanna hug, then go on a killing rampage for. ~ Goodreads Review


 

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Never A Choice
(The choices Trilogy Book 1)

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Always A Choice
(The choices Trilogy Book 2)

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The Only Choice
(The choices Trilogy Book 3)

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Dee Palmer hates talking about herself in the third person so I won’t. My husband had my iPod engraved one Christmas with ‘sing like no-one’s listening’ and I know my family actually wish they weren’t listening because I am, in fact, tone deaf but it doesn’t stop me and this gentle support has enabled me to fulfil a dream. This has been a truly brilliant experience, I wrote The Choices Trilogy back to back and released them this year just one month apart…Don’t you hate waiting for the next book in a series? The entire process has undoubtedly been made possible by my incredibly supportive family. I know this is very much an acknowledgment but I know I wouldn’t be writing even this single paragraph if it wasn’t for them so this is about who I am, I am because they let me be.

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PRE-ORDER BLITZ ~ Ethan’s Fall (A Choice Novel) by Dee Palmer

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Book: Ethan’s Fall
Series: A Choice Novel
Author: Dee Palmer

Expected Release: 26th November

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Synopsis:

They say once bitten… Ethan Cates is anything but shy. A little time away from his playboy playground has hardened his heart and returning from his travels he has every intention of keeping it that way.This summer his plan is for the three S’s Sun, Sea and Surf…It’s just not his entire plan. Three more S’s… Sex, Sex and more Sex. Ethan loves women. He is just not ever going to love one women and this summer he is on a mission to prove it.

Everyone has a story but not everyone wants to tell their story. Ada is hiding and has no choice but to stay that way because she needs to find someone more than she needs to take her next breath. If she is found and identified she knows she will never get that chance. It’s not a life choice. This is self preservation, she’s lost too much but she will never give up.

For the first time since moving to the small coastal town Ada feels isolated in her opinion of Ethan, the towns favourite prodigal son. He is arrogant, rude and a complete arse to her. But, the first time in forever, Ada is distracted by a man who seems to delight in torturing her, teasing her and playing a game Ada can’t afford to lose…A game she can’t afford to play.

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Excerpt

The door handle seems stiff when I realise its locked. What the fuck! I shake the handle and yell.
“Open the fucking door!” I no longer contain my rage not giving whoever has the audacity to lock themselves in my bedroom time to comply with my demand. I step back and with one fierce kick I boot the door wide open. A sharp shrill scream competes with the sound of the cracking door frame and splintering wood.
Not what I was expecting. The trembling girl in front of me, her white knuckles fiercely gripping the handle but her hold is wobbly and she weakly waves my baseball bat at me.I instantly step forward and swipe it from her grasp. She yelps and jumps back against the wall. Her dark blue eyes are wide with terror and I get a sudden pang in my chest that I am causing this distress. I drop the bat and walk to my closet all the while keeping my eyes fixed on her. She looks scared shitless which is understandable. I guess I might look a little scared if some strange naked guy crashed into my room. But this is my room and I’m not the stranger she is. But yes, I am naked and I need to fix that. I pick the first set of shorts I can find and slip them on. I can see her visibly relax and I like that I have done that.
“Who are you?” Her voice waivers but she coughs and straightens her shoulders in a display of faux confidence. It makes me smile which seems to irritate her.
“My apartment darling… I get to ask the questions.” My tone is clipped. Yeah I can be irritated too. I have had way too little sleep and currently have a hard on that won’t go away. Her eyes keep dipping to take in my tenting crotch which honestly isn’t helping. “What are you doing in here…taking a break from the performance?” She is almost naked herself. Her slim bare legs peek below a skinny T-shirt that look familiar. It’s mine or at least used to belong a girl I went to school with. She must have left it here when she visited from University. It has St Andrews University blazoned across the front and it is far too small to fit me. So apart from my clothing she doesn’t appear to have anything else on…certainly no bra. Interesting.
“What?” Her shocked tone piqued with insult halts my wayward thoughts.
“Are you taking a break from the show I just broke up?” I speak slowly and I know my patronising tone is causing the fury to flash in her crystal blue eyes. I tip my head toward the other room, to the highlight my point and the scene of the crime.
“Oh absolutely…and the locked door is all part of my foreplay!” She crosses her arms tightly around her chest which just lifts her breasts that little bit higher.
“It’s effective” My face fails to hind my amusement. “Rude to point.” I fail again to hold in a laugh but then I’m not really trying. This is the most fun I have had in a long time. She instantly cups the offending nipples with her hands and flashes bright red.
“Oh my God! Sky said you were cool but you’re actually an arsehole!” Her haughty tone, however, is my breaking point. I stride over to her and grab her elbow. She yelps at my tight grip and I easily drag her from my room. There is practically nothing to her, except delicately soft skin under my finger tips, masses of unruly jet black waves and fierce piercing blue eyes. I open the front door and deposit her outside on the landing in her bare feet.I go to close the door.
“Wait!” She screeches. I hold the door and regard her cooly through the gap. “My clothes…all my clothes are in your washing machine.”
“Why?” I am confused but she looks like I have just asked the dumbest question.
“I used you laundry facilities. Sky said I could. I’ll pay for the washing tablet but I need my clothes…you have all my clothes….” She bites her words out and I fight back a grin. She is in no position to be snarky with me.
“Not all you clothes.” I casually glance at the T-shirt she has borrowed from one of my draws.
Her eyes dip to where my gaze is focused and she tugs at the material for emphasis. “This is yours…I just used it while mine where washing. Everything I own is in your machine!” She is fighting her frustration. I can see the way she is biting her cheek that she is just itching to tell me all her deepest desires. No, she’s itching to rip my fucking bollocks off but I like my internal fantasy better.
‘You are right…that is my T shirt.” I cup my hand in the universal sign language of ‘hand it over’. The shock on her face is priceless.
“What? No!” She shouts out indignantly.
“My T-shirt. You either give it to me or I will take it from you.” She takes a step back and crosses her arms once more. It’s cute her tiny frame trying to emanate any kind of barrier.
“You wouldn’t?” Her voice is a whisper and her eyes are wide like saucers, deep blue mesmerising saucers. I step up to her but don’t say a single word. I silently wait…and wait. Her eyes narrow and she huffs. “You’re an arsehole…you know that?” I wait… “Fine!” She steps away creating enough space to roughly pull the T-shirt from her body before flinging it with some considerable force at my face. Not the first time today I catch the missile aimed at my head but this time I hold it. She has cupped her breasts. I was right, no bra. My eyes flick down her body and my mouth slides into the smuggest smile I can manage.
“No…no please.” Her breathy pleas go straight to my cock which would be caged in a pair of loose fitted boxer shorts but she is wearing them. Well, she is wearing one pair of them at least. Even with the tight elasticated waste the oversized underwear hangs deliciously from her slender hips. Her delicate curves no match for the might of gravity pulling the shorts further down her body exposing even more skin.
‘Oh dear” I say solemnly but with no remorse. “Those would be mine also I believe hmmm?” I tap my finger lightly on my chin as if pondering this great conundrum. ‘What to do? What to do?”
“Please Ethan.” My name on her lips sounds…strange…familiar…sexy. I like it and fuck, I could get used to that pleading.
“I’m nothing if I’m not a gentleman.” I offer but just as she steps forward misunderstanding the limits of my chivalry, I push the door closed in her face. I let her keep the pants.

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Other Books In The Series:

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Never A Choice
(The choices Trilogy Book 1)

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Amazon USA

Always A Choice
(The choices Trilogy Book 2)

Amazon UK
Amazon USA

The Only Choice
(The choices Trilogy Book 3)

Amazon UK
Amazon USA



About The Author

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Dee Palmer hates talking about herself in the third person so I won’t. My husband had my iPod engraved one Christmas with ‘sing like no-one’s listening’ and I know my family actually wish they weren’t listening because I am, in fact, tone deaf but it doesn’t stop me and this gentle support has enabled me to fulfil a dream. This has been a truly brilliant experience, I wrote The Choices Trilogy back to back and released them this year just one month apart…Don’t you hate waiting for the next book in a series? The entire process has undoubtedly been made possible by my incredibly supportive family. I know this is very much an acknowledgment but I know I wouldn’t be writing even this single paragraph if it wasn’t for them so this is about who I am, I am because they let me be.

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COVER REVEAL ~ Ethan’s Fall by Dee Palmer

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Book: Ethan’s Fall
Series: A Choice Novel
Author: Dee Palmer

Expected Release: 26th November

Cover Designer: Angie O Creations
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Synopsis:

They say once bitten… Ethan Cates is anything but shy. A little time away from his playboy playground has hardened his heart and returning from his travels he has every intention of keeping it that way.This summer his plan is for the three S’s Sun, Sea and Surf…It’s just not his entire plan. Three more S’s… Sex, Sex and more Sex. Ethan loves women. He is just not ever going to love one women and this summer he is on a mission to prove it.

Everyone has a story but not everyone wants to tell their story. Ada is hiding and has no choice but to stay that way because she needs to find someone more than she needs to take her next breath. If she is found and identified she knows she will never get that chance. It’s not a life choice. This is self preservation, she’s lost too much but she will never give up.

For the first time since moving to the small coastal town Ada feels isolated in her opinion of Ethan, the towns favourite prodigal son. He is arrogant, rude and a complete arse to her. But, the first time in forever, Ada is distracted by a man who seems to delight in torturing her, teasing her and playing a game Ada can’t afford to lose…A game she can’t afford to play.

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Excerpt

The door handle seems stiff when I realise its locked. What the fuck! I shake the handle and yell.
“Open the fucking door!” I no longer contain my rage not giving whoever has the audacity to lock themselves in my bedroom time to comply with my demand. I step back and with one fierce kick I boot the door wide open. A sharp shrill scream competes with the sound of the cracking door frame and splintering wood.
Not what I was expecting. The trembling girl in front of me, her white knuckles fiercely gripping the handle but her hold is wobbly and she weakly waves my baseball bat at me.I instantly step forward and swipe it from her grasp. She yelps and jumps back against the wall. Her dark blue eyes are wide with terror and I get a sudden pang in my chest that I am causing this distress. I drop the bat and walk to my closet all the while keeping my eyes fixed on her. She looks scared shitless which is understandable. I guess I might look a little scared if some strange naked guy crashed into my room. But this is my room and I’m not the stranger she is. But yes, I am naked and I need to fix that. I pick the first set of shorts I can find and slip them on. I can see her visibly relax and I like that I have done that.
“Who are you?” Her voice waivers but she coughs and straightens her shoulders in a display of faux confidence. It makes me smile which seems to irritate her.
“My apartment darling… I get to ask the questions.” My tone is clipped. Yeah I can be irritated too. I have had way too little sleep and currently have a hard on that won’t go away. Her eyes keep dipping to take in my tenting crotch which honestly isn’t helping. “What are you doing in here…taking a break from the performance?” She is almost naked herself. Her slim bare legs peek below a skinny T-shirt that look familiar. It’s mine or at least used to belong a girl I went to school with. She must have left it here when she visited from University. It has St Andrews University blazoned across the front and it is far too small to fit me. So apart from my clothing she doesn’t appear to have anything else on…certainly no bra. Interesting.
“What?” Her shocked tone piqued with insult halts my wayward thoughts.
“Are you taking a break from the show I just broke up?” I speak slowly and I know my patronising tone is causing the fury to flash in her crystal blue eyes. I tip my head toward the other room, to the highlight my point and the scene of the crime.
“Oh absolutely…and the locked door is all part of my foreplay!” She crosses her arms tightly around her chest which just lifts her breasts that little bit higher.
“It’s effective” My face fails to hind my amusement. “Rude to point.” I fail again to hold in a laugh but then I’m not really trying. This is the most fun I have had in a long time. She instantly cups the offending nipples with her hands and flashes bright red.
“Oh my God! Sky said you were cool but you’re actually an arsehole!” Her haughty tone, however, is my breaking point. I stride over to her and grab her elbow. She yelps at my tight grip and I easily drag her from my room. There is practically nothing to her, except delicately soft skin under my finger tips, masses of unruly jet black waves and fierce piercing blue eyes. I open the front door and deposit her outside on the landing in her bare feet.I go to close the door.
“Wait!” She screeches. I hold the door and regard her cooly through the gap. “My clothes…all my clothes are in your washing machine.”
“Why?” I am confused but she looks like I have just asked the dumbest question.
“I used you laundry facilities. Sky said I could. I’ll pay for the washing tablet but I need my clothes…you have all my clothes….” She bites her words out and I fight back a grin. She is in no position to be snarky with me.
“Not all you clothes.” I casually glance at the T-shirt she has borrowed from one of my draws.
Her eyes dip to where my gaze is focused and she tugs at the material for emphasis. “This is yours…I just used it while mine where washing. Everything I own is in your machine!” She is fighting her frustration. I can see the way she is biting her cheek that she is just itching to tell me all her deepest desires. No, she’s itching to rip my fucking bollocks off but I like my internal fantasy better.
‘You are right…that is my T shirt.” I cup my hand in the universal sign language of ‘hand it over’. The shock on her face is priceless.
“What? No!” She shouts out indignantly.
“My T-shirt. You either give it to me or I will take it from you.” She takes a step back and crosses her arms once more. It’s cute her tiny frame trying to emanate any kind of barrier.
“You wouldn’t?” Her voice is a whisper and her eyes are wide like saucers, deep blue mesmerising saucers. I step up to her but don’t say a single word. I silently wait…and wait. Her eyes narrow and she huffs. “You’re an arsehole…you know that?” I wait… “Fine!” She steps away creating enough space to roughly pull the T-shirt from her body before flinging it with some considerable force at my face. Not the first time today I catch the missile aimed at my head but this time I hold it. She has cupped her breasts. I was right, no bra. My eyes flick down her body and my mouth slides into the smuggest smile I can manage.
“No…no please.” Her breathy pleas go straight to my cock which would be caged in a pair of loose fitted boxer shorts but she is wearing them. Well, she is wearing one pair of them at least. Even with the tight elasticated waste the oversized underwear hangs deliciously from her slender hips. Her delicate curves no match for the might of gravity pulling the shorts further down her body exposing even more skin.
‘Oh dear” I say solemnly but with no remorse. “Those would be mine also I believe hmmm?” I tap my finger lightly on my chin as if pondering this great conundrum. ‘What to do? What to do?”
“Please Ethan.” My name on her lips sounds…strange…familiar…sexy. I like it and fuck, I could get used to that pleading.
“I’m nothing if I’m not a gentleman.” I offer but just as she steps forward misunderstanding the limits of my chivalry, I push the door closed in her face. I let her keep the pants.

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Other Books In The Series:

Never A Choice
(The choices Trilogy Book 1)

Amazon UK
Amazon USA

Always A Choice
(The choices Trilogy Book 2)

Amazon UK
Amazon USA

The Only Choice
(The choices Trilogy Book 3)

Amazon UK
Amazon USA



About The Author

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Dee Palmer hates talking about herself in the third person so I won’t. My husband had my iPod engraved one Christmas with ‘sing like no-one’s listening’ and I know my family actually wish they weren’t listening because I am, in fact, tone deaf but it doesn’t stop me and this gentle support has enabled me to fulfil a dream. This has been a truly brilliant experience, I wrote The Choices Trilogy back to back and released them this year just one month apart…Don’t you hate waiting for the next book in a series? The entire process has undoubtedly been made possible by my incredibly supportive family. I know this is very much an acknowledgment but I know I wouldn’t be writing even this single paragraph if it wasn’t for them so this is about who I am, I am because they let me be.

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