Thursday, November 1, 2012

Sexy billionaire bad boys to dominate your dreams

Looking for a new hot-as-sin billionaire bad boy to dominate your dreams?

We have a few, we might even surrender them long enough for you to run your hands over their bulging muscles, caress their dark or golden locks and rub your smooth cheek against their rougher ones until they sweep you up into their arms and ravage you entirely.

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Friday, October 19, 2012

Jenevieve DeBeers is My Pretty Ponygirl

My Pretty Ponygirl

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Sometimes a girl's just gotta pony up to get the man of her deepest desires.

Sylvie is a receptionist by day, who transforms into a sexy midnight cowgirl when it's time to let her hair down and have some fun. She has set her sights on billionaire bachelor Brett Stirling, the city's most eligible cowboy. But Brett's an alpha male with a taste for absolute control of his beautiful lovers…his pets. Will Sylvie be able to lose her inhibitions and pony up to this challenge? What will Sylvie discover about her deepest self? How far will she go to win the man of her dreams? Come and follow her entry into the BDSM world of pony play, of powerful masters and pretty ponygirls, of domination and sweetest submission.

Warning, this short story contains extremely explicit sex between consenting adults, pony play, bondage and discipline, multiple partners, role playing, and extreme sex acts.

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Excerpt

"The next command and position I'm going to teach you is 'forward,'" he said. "That is the command for you to roll forward onto all fours. Do it. Forward."

Sylvie moved to all fours atop the seat. Brett shifted positions, moving directly behind her and forced her legs wider. His hands stroked her butt cheeks, soft and sensuously. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the feel of a man's hands on her body. She was getting all tingly hot inside, knowing she was in the perfect position for him to enjoy what she had to offer.

A tiny gasp escaped her when his thumb slid into her butt crack, under her thong, brushing lightly across her butt hole and then her nether lips. When it came back up she realized just how wet she was, as his thumb spread her juices up and up.

"Next command and position," he said. "Present. Present is the command for you to drop to your elbows, hands pointing forward and pressed flat on the floor. You will also bow your back and thus present your lovely girly delights to one and all who wish to enjoy them. So…Present."

Sylvie obeyed, going to her elbows, back bowed and butt thrust enticingly up. He pulled her thongs down to her knees. She felt so wickedly vulnerable to exploitation. Her skin goose-fleshed and she began panting lightly.

Brett took his sweet time. She heard the rustle of clothing being removed behind her, but fought the urge to look back over her shoulder. Somehow she knew he would disapprove, and she desperately wanted to please him. Hands on her butt let her know he was back and ready to go.

“My pretty ponygirl,” he whispered. He tapped the small of her back, right below the cincher. “I forgot the tail.” His fingers circled her butt hole, which tightened up.

About the Author

Jenevieve DeBeers leads a double life. By day, she is a dedicated worker bee in the corporate grind, but at night she surrenders to her deep, dark side and writes out all of the little fantasies that consume her day. Her characters enjoy all of the wild sexual escapades and daring deeds of lust and love that she wishes she was brave enough to enjoy in real life. Yeah, she lives vicariously through her characters.

Megan Somers' To Love and to Cuckold

To Love and to Cuckold

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Alexa and Tim have a problem. She realizes he is more of a voyeur than a performer, and she needs the strong hand of man to satisfy her needs. So Alexa meets him in a crowded restaurant and proposes they try cuckolding. Unfortunately Tim's billionaire CEO boss overhears, and takes charge. Soon the bull turns into her master, and starts dominating far more than her time. Will Alexa be able to break free of her master's dark allure? Or is she lost forever under his kinky thumb?

Warning, this story contains extremely explicit consensual sex between adults, with a hotwife submitting totally to the will of her billionaire bull and master. Do not read if you are easily offended by alpha males, bondage, and/or adultery.


Excerpt

"No, I need Tim," she said. "I'm sorry, but it's over."

Hunter smiled, but it never reached his eyes. Alexa's eyes got big as he loomed over her, still holding her tight. When he leaned down, she instinctively tilted her head and parted her lips, and kissed him.

"You crave the power and control I have over you," he whispered into her ear, and then spun her around. "Bend over and grab your ankles."

"This is so wrong," she said, voice low and breathless.

Alexa did as told. With her knees locked, she grabbed her ankles. Hunter gave a sharp laugh, and swatted her butt.

"I thought so," he said, almost viciously. "You are my woman. My obedient girl. My property."

"No, I'm Tim's wife," she said. "I mean…I'm a strong, independent woman. I'm not some pathetic…"

He yanked her up straight by her hair. "You belong to me, Alexa. You are mine."

She gasped, her mind and body a riot of strange and wonderful feelings. Pressed up behind her, Hunter released his bold hands to explore her breasts in intimate detail. She gasped and panted, trying desperately to pull herself together, to gather her scrambled wits. Oh, but it felt so good, so right.

"I am your master," he whispered into her ear. "Say it."

"You are my master."

He unbuckled her belt, and then unzipped her skirt. Alexa wiggled her hips when he pushed the skirt over them and down to her ankles, leaving her in nothing but a black thong and heels.

"Who is your master?"

His words, the demanding tone of his voice, left her all fluttery inside.

"You're my master."

He spun Alexa around, forcing her to look keep into his eyes. She felt panic, wanted to look away, but he held her. Breathless, she trembled before him, their gaze so intense she couldn't think.

"Do not ever, ever, tell me you want to end this, that you are not my slave," he said, voice fierce. His hands slid down her sides, over her hips, to grab her butt. "I own you body and soul."

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Malia Mallory satisfies His Need, Her Desire

His Need, Her Desire

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Tabitha Quinn didn't come to Hawaii to be spanked. But when vacationing businessman Marcus Granger saves her from drowning, they begin an affair that moves from the beach to the bedroom and straight into an experience Tabitha's never had before: dark-haired, blue-eyed Marcus is a dominant, and spanking is just the beginning. The sex is intense, the emotion even more so, until they both must decide if this is a holiday fling or the real thing.

Notice: This book is erotic romance fantasy fiction. It contains explicit depictions of consensual BDSM sexual acts including oral sex, sexual intercourse, masturbation, paddling, spanking, bondage, sensation play, wax play, ice play, temperature play, and blindfolding. It is intended for mature audiences only (18+).

Julianne Reyer is Rekindling His Desire

Rekindling His Desire

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What happens after happily-ever-after?
When Charlotte met billionaire Jackson Reed, she was enthralled with his power and his dark interests. But after a kinky whirlwind romance and years of marriage, their sexual fervor diminished even as their companionship strengthened. Now Charlotte is faced with a dilemma, and she finds unexpected advice in the words of a cocky young bartender. Just how far will she go to rekindle the fierce passion of the man she loves?

This 12k word erotic romance short story is intended for adult readers who enjoy power dynamics in billionaire relationships, a hot wife who resorts to cuckolding her dominant husband to reclaim his attention, an alpha male whose fire is reignited just when she needs it the most, and a renewed happily-ever-after that comes in many unexpected shades.

*Amazon .99 sale price limited time only!

Excerpt
"Charlotte," she choked, then added, "sir."

"How long have you worked for me?"

"Two--two days. I'm just a temp, sir, filling in for a couple weeks."

She blinked, looking up, and his stony gaze skewered her. He didn't utter a word, just fixed her with a long, thoughtful stare. Her breath condensed in her chest, like it was squeezing in on itself, and her face burned with shame. It didn't help that he was so attractive, if anything, it made her feel worse.

She finally broke the silence herself.

"Are you--" She gulped. "Are you going to make me pay for the computer? I don't have the money now, but I can work it off if you let me."

"The information on that laptop is worth more than you'll make in a lifetime," he said offhandedly.

She bit down on her lip, afraid she was going to cry. He was going to sue her. He would fire her, then round up a gang of lawyers and send them after her head. They would take what little she had, and she'd never be able to go back to school.

"Is there anything else I can do?" She sniffled.

He didn't answer. Instead, he walked to the far side of the long desk, the end without the pool of coffee, and tapped an idle finger on the dark wood surface. Seeming to come to some decision, he slowly pushed the piles of books off the edge--one by one, falling down to the floor.

What was he doing? She assumed he would have been furious by now, seething with rage. But he was unreadable. She watched in silence from her kneeling position, as coffee dripped off one end of the desk and papers dropped from the other.

He turned to her, pointing down with one finger. "Bend over the desk here."

"What--"

"Don't make me repeat myself."

She swallowed hard, and stood up on shaky legs. What is he going to do to me? She wondered, as she took slow steps, closing the distance between them. I don't have to do this, she thought. I could leave and find another job. But between his tone and his eyes like blue storm clouds, she was captive.

Prince of Asteria by Tanya Korval

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UN translator Lucy Snow sneaks into an embassy party... and meets Prince Jagor, heir to the throne of Asteria. He's mysterious, charming and supremely powerful, and soon their encounter is spinning out of control in one of the embassy bedrooms. Lucy knows her life has changed forever, but their initial tryst isn't enough for the prince: he offers her a job as his personal aide. Dare she accept a position with a man who knows exactly how to dominate her: a man she must address as 'Your Highness'?

This is a 14,000 word novella. Here's an extract.

Excerpt


We stood there for a second, just looking at each other. I had time to really look at him now, and notice things like how strong his hands looked. Or the way his pecs curved under his tailored white shirt. Or the way the dark shadow of his stubble shone black in the warm light from the bedside lamps: again, I found myself thinking of an animal. If I kissed him, it would brush against me: would it be scratchy? It looked almost soft.

Why was I thinking about kissing him?

It occurred to me that we were both in a very dangerous situation here. Alone in a room with a closed door and the lights romantically low. If anyone should come in it was going to take a lot of explaining to convince them it was innocent.

Is it innocent? I asked myself. What the hell is going on here?

I was very aware of the closed door, and his possible reasons for closing it.

‘I should go,’ I said suddenly.

He just stared at me, the way a cat will stare at a mouse. My heart was thumping so hard in my chest, I was sure he must be able to hear it.

‘I really think I should go,’ I said. I tried to say it firmly, but my voice quavered. It wasn’t fear: or if it was fear, it wasn’t him I was scared of.

He gave me another one of those looks. Then he took a step towards me.

All I had to do was walk to the door and leave. Why was that so hard? But my legs felt like concrete, even my arms hanging limply by my sides. He took another step towards me, and now he was close enough that I could smell his aftershave. It was like nothing else I’d ever smelled: not like one of the scents you buy at a store, all alcohol and chemical scent. This was like open spaces and cold, hard rock and the wind: if the outdoors had a smell, this was it.

‘I really think…‘ I started firmly, and then trailed off.

He put one huge hand beneath my chin and used the edge of it, very gently, to tilt my face up to his.

‘Don’t think,’ he said softly. I only realized afterwards that he’d said it in Asterian, because as soon as he’d said it he was kissing me.

His lips were so warm on mine, sending a jolt of heat rocketing down through my chest, blossoming in the very core of me. His chin was brushing mine, and his stubble grazed me. It was rough, but it felt good. He was bending down slightly to reach me, and I suddenly became aware that I was stretching up to meet him, my lips flowering open. I was kissing him back.

His breath was hot against me as he parted his lips, his tongue greedily seeking mine. It was the first time I’d been kissed in months. His hands were in my hair, stroking through the soft strands, his palms warm against my temples. Little shocks of pleasure were darting down through my body from everywhere he touched me, heading straight to my groin. He was starting something inside me, something primal and out of control, so strong it scared me.

He broke the kiss and leaned back from me. The loss of his touch was like a physical pain.

‘Tell me you want me to stop,’ he told me: and he said it in English, not in Asterian, so there was no danger of me misunderstanding.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Saffron Sands has been Pleasing My Billionaire

Pleasing My Billionaire
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When Jonathan Morgan, CEO of a multi billion dollar company, sees Stephanie from across the room, he knows he must have her. As it turns out, Jonathan is in luck. His target is not only extremely attractive, but is also unemployed with bills piled high and not a job to be found.

 Jonathan quickly uses his plentiful resources to begin the seduction of the young financially strapped beauty. Will good food, large cars, and a decadent lifestyle be enough to convince her to take the next step?

 Once Stephanie sees the world Jonathan can offer, is there anything she isn’t willing to do to keep it?


 
 
Pleasing My Billionaire 2
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Stephanie Sloane, now deep in CEO Jonathan Morgan’s world is falling head over heals for her billionaire.

But the sweet life turns bitter when jealousy rears its ugly head. Unable to let her suspicions subside, Stephanie spies on Jonathan and what she finds isn’t at all what she expected.
 

Get Taken for Breeding by Arthur Mitchell

Taken for Breeding: Bred in Gold Chains
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SEDUCED BY HIS WEALTH. BOUND BY HIS SECRETS.

Maximillian Sorbeg is the name of desperation. Or, at least, it is when Tasha first hears it. The out of luck model's career disintegrated after a twisted ankle on the runway, and her money is thinning fast.

Luckily, a friend lends her a way out with unique contacts that have nothing to do with the fashion industry. One phone call later leads Tasha into a high risk submission contract offering more wealth than she can imagine. Meeting with Maximillian means entering a powerful world of dominant wealth, where nothing is predictable.

Tasha thinks she can meet the reclusive billionaire's stern demands. However, the gulf between them extends to his tastes, including desires that the young woman dare not imagine...or refuse.

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This story magnifies obsession, submission, and passionate impregnation to billionaire heights. An erotic romance novelette of over 9,500 words.
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EXCERPT

"What's your name?" He asked, straightening his lapels.

"Tasha, sir."

"I'm pleased that you know how to address me. That's an encouraging sign, but far from the only one I need. I've been fooled before by sluts who thought they were cunning," he spat the word out, his face flashing with anger. "Let me make sure the product fits its packaging."

His hands shot to the straps of her long black dress, roughly tugging them aside. There was nothing gentle or loving about his grip as he unwrapped her.

A product, just like he said, she thought. Her mind wanted to hide from its exposed position, but Maximillian dragged her back as he started to tear at the bra strap clinging to her back.

"Very good so far. Turn around," he ordered, yanking off the strap as he did. Her round breasts fell forward and her arms instinctively moved to cover them.

He ran his hot hand over her naked back. She was down to nothing but the lacy black panties she had chosen for their first meeting, the most expensive pair in her wardrobe.

"What's this? Trying to impress me?" Tasha heard the sardonic amusement in his voice, a faint warning she failed to recognize before he grabbed the waistband to her panties.

The billionaire bared his teeth as he yanked them roughly away, tearing until he heard the fabric snap. Tasha squealed and turned around in alarm, her face wrinkled in horror. She was just in time to see him bring the shredded cloth to his nose.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, as though he were sampling a fine spice. "This cheap material doesn't impress me. The smell and feel of it, however..."

He grabbed her arms, forcing them apart. Tasha's breasts bobbed before him, but he wasn't aiming for those. He wanted to keep her hands away from covering herself as he reached lower, aiming for the wetness between her legs.

She shuddered as he found her slit, roughly parting the folds and sliding two of his rock hard fingers in. He stared her in the face as he moved up and down, testing her tight, slick cavern. His face lit up with a long smile.

The Object of His Desire Series by PJ Adams

#1 Wanted
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When Trudy goes to her estranged brother's wedding, deep in the rural English countryside, she looks forward to making up with him, catching up and closing the distance that has grown between them since he moved away from the US. The last thing she expects is one of those moments: a handsome stranger, their eyes meeting across a crowded room... a tempting, but all too dangerous stranger. Her brother is marrying into the wealthy aristocracy, but this man in his rumpled tuxedo and days-old stubble doesn't seem to fit. Determined to find out more, Trudy discovers his identity, and that there are dark secrets that bind him to her brother; she also learns that he's the kind of man who always gets what he wants, and what he wants right now is Trudy.

“Is there anything you don’t have?” I asked softly.

He shrugged, spread his hands wide. “We have everything,” he said, simply. “We’re a wealthy family.”

#2 Pursued
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Trudy Parsons is in a good place. A young American, educated at Yale, now living in London where she's a successful professional, working in one of the city's oldest publishing companies. Not only that, she's being pursued by two hot, rich and highly eligible bachelors, men accustomed to getting exactly what they want. Lavish romantic gestures, the finest in designer clothes, shoes and diamonds, private jets to whisk her off to foreign dinner dates... what more could a girl want?

But pursuit comes with a price, as Trudy finds out about the dark history her two admirers share. A history, it seems, they can't escape.

Should she be drawn to men like this? Should she choose one of her suitors and succumb?

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Billionaire's Pet 2 - A Peek Inside the Box

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Having agreed to be billionaire Griffin Montgomery's house pet for a week, unemployed charity analyst Katelyn Willow has a new dilemma. Should she honor the contract or flee immediately? There are plenty of reasons to stay, not the least of which is an exquisitely handsome billionaire able to deliver bone-melting, mind-blowing orgasms. There's only one reason to leave.

Control.

Griffin holds the reins of power and he intends to use them -- around Katelyn's wrists and ankles, her body tits down and ass up as he dominates every inch of her flesh in an attempt to possess the one thing money can't buy.

Her heart.

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This 13,500+ word Wicked Domination is the second installment in a series for readers who crave a dominating billionaire who wants more from his naïve pet than her body and obedience. He wants her heart -- even if he hasn't quite figured that out for himself!
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Just want to know what's in the damn box from Pet 1? Read the full opening scene, below!

Alone in a dark room not her own, Katelyn Willow stared blindly at the black ceiling above her. For a few minutes or hours or days, she had slept. Not that it could have really been days. Griffin Montgomery, the billionaire with whom she had signed the strangest of contracts just that morning, would not have let her sleep that long. So hours had passed, her body too rested for any shorter period.

Actually knowing the time would have been a simple matter. She need only turn on the lamp next to the bed to see the small brass clock that kept the time in Griffin's world. To do that, however, she would need to move the present Griffin had brought her that night before he fucked her senseless.
Her thighs flexed at the thought of what he had done to her. He had spanked her for starters and not just her ass. At least one smack had landed against the pussy now growing swollen and wet with the memory of his rough treatment. He had spanked her, fingered her aching cunt and then fucked his cock deep into her until every nerve ending fired in ecstasy.

In the dark, Katelyn licked her lips, a quiver running the length of her body to draw her nipples into a pout and pull her clit up tight. She moaned. The mere thought of the man who had so thoroughly dominated her will that day triggered small contractions deep inside. Feeling them intensify and quicken, she sucked a ragged breath in.

Her hand smoothed down her flat stomach, tempted to touch the throbbing spot between her legs. Knowing at least two cameras monitored the room, she wondered whether he had special lenses that could see in the dark. Rich beyond any meaningful measure, he could have easily done that and more. Maybe the room was wired for sound with microphones so sensitive they could hear her muffled groans or the wet slap of a finger between her swollen labia.

Her body arced involuntarily at the thought of him watching her in the dark bedroom, listening and waiting until she was at the edge before he opened the door and punished her again. Another quiver rolled through Katelyn. Her pussy contracted, every muscle squeezing until a thin cream pushed from between her tightly pressed lower lips to coat the smooth strands of pubic hair. Her hips moved in a shallow grind as her breathing quickened.

No question about it, wanting him like she did was proof enough that she'd gone completely insane. By surrendering her power in exchange for intense pleasure, she'd already broken a longstanding promise to herself. Worse, she was following down her mother's path.

Madeline Willow -- Mad Maddy to everyone but Katelyn in the last years before she died.

Even the grim specter of her mother wasn't enough to drive Griffin from Katelyn's thoughts. Rolling onto her stomach, she slowly drew another deep breath in before pressing her face into the feathered pillow. When she could no longer hold the air inside her lungs, she lifted her head, released it and slowly sucked more in. It was an old trick, one that her runner's body should have responded to with a release of endorphins to reduce her stress and lull her back to sleep.

No effect -- she still wanted Griffin in the room with her, his hands on her hips as he positioned himself behind her raised ass. She could picture him from their last session, seeing him as she had when she looked back over her shoulder. His cock had thickly slid in and out of her, stretching and filling her until she felt sated and complete. Echoes of that fullness teased her pussy, her muscles knotting in need.

With a growl, she flipped onto her back, her arm flinging out and smacking the box from Alstrom's. She yanked her hand back and folded her arm across her breasts. The retreat came too late. Thoughts of the box and the mysterious gift it contained replaced the images of Griffin possessing her body.

Silent and unseen in the dark, the box mocked Katelyn until she eased onto her side and faced it. Even with the light off, she could picture it perfectly. The gold fabric wrapping, the auction house's mark stamped in gold ink. Griffin had ordered her to wait until he left before she opened it, warning her that the contents would decide things for her one way or the other. Either she would truly commit to staying the length of the contract she'd signed or she would break it and flee.

Griffin was a stranger to her. As brilliant and adept at judging people as he might be, he couldn't know whether something would have that kind of power over her when she could think of nothing that would. But then she wouldn't have believed any man could take her as he had, teasing and manipulating her body until she begged him to let her come.

Her cheeks heated in shame. No overstatement, she really had begged him, her muscles squeezing and rolling the length of his magnificent cock as, near tears, she promised she would be a good little pet for him if he would let her come.

"Fuck it!" Swearing at the empty room, Katelyn sat up. She reached for the switch on the lamp, her hand dipping at the last second to lift the lid from the box and explore the gift in the dark. Carefully, she placed the top on the floor between the bed and the nightstand. Returning to the box, she traced its edges before her fingers brushed lightly across a surface of velvety packing tissue. She removed the layer of paper and brushed her hands over the contents.

Something leathery or latex, she couldn't tell. Whether latex or new leather, it had no business being in an Alstrom's box. They auctioned only high end antiques. Frowning, she removed the present and let it rest across her lap. The gift consisted of nothing more than thin straps and metal rings.
Unaided by any light, she tried to figure out its shape and purpose. She counted nine metal rings, their diameter that of a quarter. Her brows lifted in sudden realization as to what it might be. With a little snort, she turned the light on and confirmed her suspicions.

Kinky -- but in no way persuasive.

Griffin had bought her a barely there one-piece leather harness. Still naked, she stood and held it against her body in front of the mirror. It took a few seconds and experimental positions, but she figured out how the outfit was intended to fit.

Putting it on, she looked at her body in the mirror. A triangle of dark brown leather framed each breast. The thickest strap ran between her legs but the slit in its center ensured her pussy remained easily accessed.

Her dripping wet pussy judging by the glistening thighs and the small beads of moisture dotting the ends of her exposed hair.

Still staring at her reflection, she reassessed the gift. While not capable of causing her to break the contract, she wondered if the present could ensure she stayed. The way her body responded to wearing the outfit -- the hard and swollen nipples and tensing pussy -- it flipped switches she hadn't known she had. Her fingers twitched with the need to explore the slitted panel along her crotch, to see how much pressure it took to part the leather and explore her pussy.

Not her pussy, Katelyn reminded herself. Griffin's pussy -- for the week at least. If she was going to stay, she couldn't touch it without his permission, couldn't come without his permission. With a soft groan, she brought her hands up to tease her breasts and pluck at their painfully swollen tips in search of relief. Tugging the aching nipples, her hips jerked forward.

Fuck…oh, god...don't come...not allowed...mustn't

Snatching her hands away from her breasts, Katelyn released a shaky breath and turned to the nightstand. Bending down, she retrieved the lid, her movement slowing as she noticed how much tissue remained in the box.

Peeling back the layers of paper, Katelyn saw a hint of leather. Old leather but well oiled. Inset within a broad strap was a ruby, a golden grommet holding it in place. She pushed a little more tissue to the side, exposing the straps' edges and another precious stone.

She wrapped her hand around it and lifted. The leather wrist restraints triggered a six-month-old memory of the last auction at Alstrom's she had attended. It had been right before the charity she worked for exploded with a scandal of embezzled funds and coked up sex parties. Only the director had been involved in that shit storm, but his behavior had tainted everyone working for him. Of the dozen people she worked with, only two had landed somewhere else and only at an entry level position.

Lifting the restraints from the box, she slowly examined them. Their donation, along with several other items in the deceased collector's gift, had caused a bit of a stir. The auction at Alstrom's had been carried out through a closed circuit broadcast -- the bidders unknown to anyone but the auction house. Dan -- the bastardly director who had fucked everyone over -- had conned Katelyn into assisting the auction master by wearing the restraints, accurately guessing that seeing a pretty girl in them would fuel a bidding war. She'd been uncomfortable in front of the camera -- both because it had been so long since she'd had so many eyes focused on her (no matter how hidden the audience) and because of the restraints around her wrists and the auction master's questions that grew bolder as the bids rose higher.

She had managed to block the auction's details from her memory until now. Sensations she had denied taunted her, magnifying as her body resonated with fresher memories. Her on the bed, the impact of Griffin's palm still stinging her ass while his fingers explored her wet interior. Her promise to be a good pet and her mewling pleas that he allow her to come.

All along, he knew the restraints were in the box. Did he know that she had once worn them?
Suppressing the question, she continued to study his gift. A gold chain had replaced the brass one sold at auction. Opening one cuff, she saw that a new fabric lining had been stitched in. She flattened the leather, her gaze soaking in the calming champagne-colored silk as she slowly tracked the gold embroidered lettering at its center.

Katelyn.

Dropping the restraints, Katelyn staggered. Her leg brushed the side of the bed and she collapsed onto it, her heart refusing to slow or soften its rapid, pounding beat against the back of her sternum. He had to have known about the auction and her connection to them -- that was the source of their power to sway her completely on the contract. But when and how had he pieced together her identity with that of the girl standing at the auctioneer's podium? Less than two days had passed since she stood outside his private garden. Was it possible that he had found someone to stitch her name in the silk and attach the lining to the leather with such craftsmanship in so little time?

The bedroom door swung inward, the light from the hall silhouetting Griffin's long, lean frame. Black silk pajamas hugged his lower body, the rest of his flesh exposed. His gaze too intense for her, Katelyn closed her eyes but not before she saw him take a predatory lick of his top lip.

"Wondering when I had your name put in, pet?"

Francis Ashe wants you Bent to His Will

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Jessie spends every morning at work wishing that just once her boss, the powerful, self-made investment genius Jacob James, would notice her. When he walks past, taps her desk and grunts her name, she can't help but wonder what it's like in his world, or in his arms. When he demands she enter his office, what will she find behind those doors?

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Warning: This 10,000+ word erotic story follows a young woman on a journey of self and sexual discovery. She is pulled head-long into the world of the ultra-rich where she learns how to please a man who has everything, and everyone, in his pocket.

This story features steamy, sensual oral sex, scenes of intense passion, a tentative strip-tease, self-doubt, a billionaire’s domination, contractual obligations, and an entirely unexpected new life.

Excerpt

The room smelled like him. Rich, leathery, powerful and just a hint of some kind of tanginess in the background, this place was unbelievable. Paintings, like the river scene that almost made me run into a table, dotted the walls. Finally, my eyes settled on the tremendous cherry-wood desk and the man seated behind it.

“Thank you, Jessie,” he said, “take off your shirt.”

My initial excitement immediately turned to fear. I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I thought, this has to be a joke. I’m going to take my shirt off and half the office is going to come in and yell ‘surprise!’ at me and then I’ll be fired. This has to be a joke.

“Lock the door behind you. Just turn the knob the other way.” I did as he said. The knob clicked. When I tested it, the latch held firm. “Good. Now, as I was saying. Take off your shirt.”
I started to unbutton my jacket, to slip out of my suit, but he stopped me.

“No. Make it sexy. I know you want me. I’ve seen the way you look at me when I walk by in the mornings. And right now is your chance to prove how hard you’re willing to try. Turn me on. If I have to stop you again, we’re done. You go back out there and I’ll find someone else. Make me glad I gave you this job. If you do, we can work something out. I promise it will be worth your effort.”

Time to Hook up with Her What If Guy by Terry Towers


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For every woman there is that one man in her past...the one that makes her wonder from time-to-time, "What if things had gone differently way back then?" 

What if...

For Elizabeth, Dean Tanners is that man.  When he tracks her down on a social networking website, almost ten years after their last encounter, Elizabeth is apprehensive. While she is stuck in a job making barely enough to get by and feeling that the years haven't been kind to her, he has done extremely well for himself and is as sexy as ever.

Dean is totally out of her league, but he wants her and he is a man used to getting what he wants.  Can she dare to dream for a second chance with her What If guy?  Is she ready to submit to the sexual demands that drove her away the first time around?

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Terry Tower's The CEO And The Girl From The Coffee Shop

Bestselling erotica author Terry Towers brings you another sizzling Coffee Shop book!
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Beth Wilmington, the cute blonde hostess from the coffee shop is unlike the women CEO Gabriel Reynolds usually 'dates'. There is something about her that compels him to keep going back there, despite the vile tasting coffee they serve. Desperate to know more about her, he jumps at the opportunity to give her a job when it presents itself.

Down on her luck, Beth sees Gabriel's job offer as a live-in chef and housekeeper as a chance to finally get out of debt, but her intense attraction to him scares her. He's sin in a devilishly sexy wrapper and only trouble can come from being close to him.

Can she live with the most eligible bachelor on the East Coast and not fall foolishly head-over-heels for him? Can she risk getting hurt? And will she want Gabriel when he opens up and shares his deep, dark urges and desires?

Length: 32,000 word novella

***Warning - This book contains explict language and sexual situations that some may find offensive. Meant for adults aged 18+ ***

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Excerpt

Opening the first drawer she was confronted with ties. The second made her gasp, her eyes widening in surprise, quickly followed by a grin spreading across her face. Gabriel Reynolds just got a lot more interesting.

She grabbed a thick pink vibrator from the drawer and flipped it on, it buzzed softly in her hand. Giggling softly, she turned it off and tossed it back in. "Well, Mr Reynolds you have been a very naughty boy," she said out loud with a chuckle as she then pulled a soft brown leather flogger from the drawer and ran her hand down the length of it.

"Indeed I can be."

Her grin immediately faded as she spun around, her hair fanning out around her head and colour draining from her cheeks. The flogger slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor at her feet. She quickly bent, not taking her eyes off of her new boss, retrieved it and then straightened back up. Before her stood Gabriel, his tie loosened leaning his shoulder against the door jab, one foot crossed casually over the other and regarding her with raw desire. He was pure sex in a tailored suit if she'd ever seen it.

"I'd ask you what you were doing in here, rummaging through my personal affects," he nodded towards the laundry basket as he pushed himself off of the wall and stalked towards her, his expression becoming more intense, so intense that her stomach fluttered and the throbbing between her legs ignited. "But I suppose I can see for myself."

"I... Well, I didn't... I mean," She closed her eyes briefly and tried to calm herself. When she opened them up he was standing before her, less than a foot dividing their bodies. She then realized that she was still holding the flogger, clutched tightly in her hand. She placed it back in the drawer filled with sex toys and shut the drawer. "I'm so sorry Gabriel."

He took another step forward, trapping her between his hard, muscled body and the dresser. His dark eyes flashed, and her breath hitched. What was he thinking? She prayed he wasn't angry, she was coming too really like the idea of working for him. She just needed to control herself around him. She just needed to remain professional and not get emotionally attached.

Gabriel bent down and his lips grazed her ear lobe. His body had yet to actually touch hers, though secretly she wished it would. She moaned involuntarily, as she grasped the dresser behind her for support, her legs failing her. But how could she remain professional when her body reacted to him in such a way?

"I'm sorry," she whispered again.

"Do you like to play Beth?" his voice flowed through her like silk.

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When the limousine pulled up to my house, I had no idea what was going on, or who sent it. I was about to be offered a proposition that would spin my world in an entirely new direction. Millionaire, Blake Saxton, wanted to not only meet me, but agree to much more than I was prepared for. Could he convince me to play his kinky games and submit to him? (Short story - 15,000 words) Warning: Adult Content, Over 18+ Only (Book 1 in the "Submissive Surrender Series")

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Sex, Drugs, and Secrets from Francis Ashe

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Erotic
Mild-mannered secretary Marietta Lawson thought her life as a corporate spy was over. She hoped it was. But, when her increasingly paranoid boss uncovers a conspiracy meant to destroy Redding PharmaCo, she is called to action one last time.

Action
Will she be able to uncover the mystery behind Damon Kelly, the man her boss is convinced will bring the company to its knees? Or will a man she's never met save Mari from a life of service to a corrupt billionaire?

Espionage
Warning: This 18,000+ word erotic romance novella features desperate situations, paranoid delusions, dark shadows, a mysterious conspiracy, an unbelievable twist, explicit sexual situations, bondage, dominance, blindfolding, and the loss of control.

Excerpt:

"I could not let you get away from me," he said with his hands still on her shoulders. "When I saw you for the first time, I decided you weren't walking out of the interview until I was sure you were coming back. There's something about you that I don't think I've ever seen before. Like I said, if you stay with me, you will never want again. Anything you desire, you'll have. Anything at all."

She took a deep breath and searched his face for some sign that he was lying, playing a joke, or anything else. Mari just could not believe something like this was happening to her, not her. She was the girl with the strange glasses and bad taste in movies. She was not a person to be worshiped by gorgeous, powerful men.

This just can't be, she told herself, but as he moved close again and put his hands on her hips, there was no denying reality.

When he touched her this time, it was his fingers closing around her wrists. He pushed her sleeves up her forearms, and kissed her wrists one at a time. The warmth of his lips traced the tendons on the undersides of her arms, up, up, up until her sleeves bared as much arm as they could.

"I need," he began before stopping to swallow, "I need this, Marietta. I need you."

She had no idea how, or even if, she should respond. As he gently slipped the jacket off over her shoulders, Mari searched Masterson's face again, still unable to accept that there was no punch line, that this was no joke.

After the jacket, he kissed her again, one hand on her shoulder and the other on her neck. They both opened their eyes as their lips parted. Mari looked up at him, and put her trembling fingers on either side of his face.

"There's nothing to be afraid of," he said, placing his hands over hers. "Nothing at all. May I?" His hand slid down her throat to the first button on her tailored dress shirt. She bought it the day before she started, after her mother told her she should wear clothes that 'actually fit for once.'

As she watched him, still suspicious, she felt her inhibitions begin to fade. His piercing blue eyes worked inside her, pried away her defenses. Began to crumble the stone walls she built.
Mari nodded.

Button after button, until he was down to her waist, he reverentially opened Mari's shirt and gently slid it back over her shoulders, then un-tucked and draped it over the back of the chair on top of her jacket.

She realized, when he turned back to face her again, that the light in his office was a bit dim. The gentle, orangeish glow mocked either dawn or sunset. For a moment, her thoughts fixated comfortably on that distraction, but Masterson brought her back to reality, back to him, when he turned her arms over again, and instead of saying any words, just breathed as he beheld her.

Friday, September 7, 2012

Ava Claire The Billionaire's Contract and The Billionaire's Touch

Would you sign The Billionaire's Contract?

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Recent college grad Leila Montgomery has her sights set on Whitmore and Creighton, a PR agency for the rich and famous. While she's interviewing for a position she's overqualified for, she's determined to get her foot in the door by any means necessary--but she didn't count on accidentally mouthing off to the enigmatic billionaire at the helm of the company, Jacob Whitmore.

After a hot tryst in the stairwell, he makes Leila a proposition--be his personal assistant and private submissive. Saying no could cost her dream job and a place among the wealthy and elite. But saying yes could cost so much more...


So you can experience The Billionaire's Touch?

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When Leila Montgomery said yes to being billionaire Jacob Whitmore's assistant and submissive, she had no idea she was in for a whole new wardrobe worth thousands of dollars, private jets, and a first assignment in Venice, Italy.

She barely has time to catch her breath, especially when he's near, making her heart race and her temperature rise. Still, she can't help but think about his track record and wonder if he'll tire of her like all the rest.

But when an old flame of Jacob's comes back into the picture, Leila will have to face the fact that she's fallen hard for her dominating boss.

The Billionaire's Touch is part two of the His Submissive series.

Excerpt

"What was this misunderstanding about, Leila?"

"N-Nothing," I mumbled, still not looking him in the eye.

He snapped his fingers. "When I talk to you I expect you to look at me. I will have your respect."

I raised my chin, shooting daggers his way. "Respect? Like you snapping at me like a dog just now? Or how about your revolving door policy?"

His jaw tightened. "Excuse me?"

"Skye told me how you change your personal assistants like underwear. I better enjoy all of this before you throw me out like trash, right?"

His cerulean eyes flashed with something that looked a lot like hurt before they hardened to sea glass. He blazed forward and I gasped as he backed me against the wall, essentially pinning me in place.
I wanted to say something smart, but my brain couldn’t work with him so close to me. The heat of indignation melted and arousal quickly took its place.

His tone was harsh but I felt his lust thump from behind its Armani prison. "I don't appreciate being talked to as if I were the one in your employ."

Staring at him, feeling these powerful, damnable feelings made me want to drop to my knees and submit wholly to him, but the bullheaded part of me wouldn’t let me back down.

"W-Well, I don't appreciate being treated like being in your employ is tantamount to prostitution.”

The side of his mouth crept upward. "Prostitution? I never called you a prostitute, Leila."

"So all of this-” I attempted to move my hand and make a grand gesture, but his hands found my wrists and held them firmly at my side. “-almost two thousand dollars in clothing isn't because I signed your little contract and agreed to be your submissive?"

Turned on or not, I could tell I was starting to grate on his nerves as he let out an impatient sigh. "All of this is because the woman beside me shouldn't look like something out of the bargain bin."

"The bargain bin?" I said incredulously, my voice rising. "Just who do you think you’re-"

"Lower your voice," he said coolly.

“You think just because I signed some document you own me? That you can just...” My words trailed off as he released my wrists and moved his hand to my hip, finding the zipper and quickly pulling it downward. I wasn't sure what was worse--that he obviously felt entitled to my body, or that I was thoroughly turned on by it.

It really didn't matter in the end because the feel of his hand on me turned all brain functioning off. There was only the desire that made my breath come in gasps as his fingers spread out inside the front of my underwear. His hands were right against the lips of me and I could've exploded on the spot.

Ohmygod he's gonna finger me right here. Right in the dressing room.

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Check out Ava Claire's blog for more on the His Submissive series!

Aimelie Aames presents Her Billionaire, Her Wolf - His Every Desire


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A billionaire story unlike all the rest – Get this Paranormal BDSM Erotic Romance

She watches him every day.

For two months she has spent each lunch hour studying the enigmatic man in a restaurant always filled to overflowing; yet, for two months he is there each day in a booth all to himself.

Sara thinks she is safe as she drinks in every gorgeous detail reflected in the bar’s back mirror. She asks herself who he could possibly be, convinced that he would never notice her…convinced that no one ever does.

She couldn’t have been more wrong.

A random accident brings them together and animal lust is unleashed. But what she never could have imagined is far from being the strangest part of this tale. For there are shadowy figures holding the strings offstage and the manipulation of Sara Renardine has only just begun.

Excerpt

There was a sound and then the elevator doors slid open revealing the silhouette of a man, his gaze downturned as he flipped stapled pages in his hands.

Without looking up, he stepped into the dimmed room and Sara marched directly into his path.

What was I thinking?

All thoughts of gratitude were gone. That he had come to her rescue in the restaurant, that he would make arrangements for her job…a new, exquisite silk shirt….

None of it mattered any more as she stood in his way, burning with red rage.

“Who in the hell do you think you are?” she said, wishing she could have shouted the words loudly enough to shatter the windows.

Then, instead of raising her voice, her hand arced up in the shadows. It was slow, yet not, passing through the air as quick as an adder’s strike, yet time had stilled in the near darkness and it was as though the air was as thick as syrup.

Instead of slapping him hard across the face, Sara felt her wrist entrapped in an iron fist.

And absurdly, she wondered what was written on the pages that drifted down to alight upon her feet while the shock of his viselike grip still vibrated down her arm.

The beautiful lanterns of his eyes locked on to her own as he said, “Do you not know? Do you really not know?”

His voice was calm, but his tone was glacial.

Careful…you’re on thin ice.

“I have no idea who you are,” she said, then bit back the rest of what she wanted to say as his eyes softened.

“Then look at me,” he said, his voice as calm as ever, “Right now, look at me and tell me who you think I am. The truth. All of it.”

Sara took a breath, then said, “You tell people what to do. You are so used to doing it, that you don’t notice anymore.”

He stepped closer to her and the hand holding her wrist did not let go.

“You’re arrogant. You think you’re entitled.”

Another half step closer as he pulled her hand to his chest, forcing her palm against him. Forcing her to feel him.

There are cracks under your feet.

“You think you own people.”

His other hand went to her shoulder and Sara could feel the strong beat of his heart under her palm.

“And, you are brave. You step in when you see someone in trouble.”

Then he touched the side of her neck and Sara’s breath came more deeply.

“You are a knight. You saved me….”

Pinned in the amber lights of his eyes, Sara knew that it was already too late, the uncertain footing she walked upon had turned to water as she felt herself drowning in his beautiful gaze.

He bent down to her, his lips soft against her own, searching for more than her words.

She pulled back from him, just enough to speak, her own lips brushing his as she said, “But, that doesn’t give you the right.”

His lips captured hers once more. Warm and velvety. She felt the light rough of a day old beard rasp gently against her skin as she kissed him back.

“You don’t own me,” she said, breaking away only to sigh as his hands slid down her sides, then back up again as he cupped both breasts. Strong thumbs drifted across the nipples studding her blouse, swelling even more under his touch.

“I told you I would give you cause for regret. Now, I shall give you reason for pleasure.”

His voice was delicious in her ears, like warm honey as he continued, “And I can promise you that it will not be the last time, not for one nor the other.”

Hands that could have crushed the bones of her wrist to powder only seconds before roamed freely upon her body. Strong fingers undid delicate pearl buttons.

“Turn around…now.”

 

Marlene Sexton's Devious Submission

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Kimmie never wanted a nine-to five-job and a normal life. She wanted more and she wanted it now. So when Nathan Remington, one of the world's wealthiest and most powerful men, proposed a deal that required her to submit to him in exchange for a large sum of money, she jumped at the chance. However, Nathan isn't what he seems and Kimmie has her own secrets and ulterior motives. Together, they ignite a fire of passion that is not easily quenched.

Devious Submission isn't just an erotic tale of domination and submission. It begins the story of the struggle between a man and a woman full of intrigue and suspense, deception and betrayal, romance and sex. No one is who they seem and everyone has something to hide.

Look for Desperate Submission, the follow up to Devious Submission, coming soon!

Find more releases by Marlene Sexton at her blog!

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Emily Kee's Exclusive Entertainment - Billionaire's Resort

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Invited to work at a private resort, Rachel realizes there's a lot more that goes on here than she anticipated. When handsome billionaire Brice Golden pushes her boundaries, just how far is Rachel willing to go for her boss?

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Short Story - 11,000 words. Warning: Adult Content, Over 18+ Only

Angelina Spears - The Power Billionaire: Curves, Submission and Pleasure

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Plus-size secretary Merrin Rexford is flying down to Florida to help her grandmother recover from surgery. She's looking forward to catching up on her reading but at the last minute a man sits next to her. It wouldn't be so disastrous if he wasn't so handsome.

...If he wasn't trying to seduce her!

There's something about Grayson Holmes, about his demanding voice, his subtle charm that she can't resist. So unused to these games, Merrin finds herself playing along and finding incredible pleasure.

She's afraid the plane will eventually land and dash her hopes for happiness, but little does she know Grayson is already making plans to see her again. Making plans to have her submit to his every desire.

It helps that he's one of the most powerful billionaires in the world...

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The Power Billionaire: Curves, Submission and Pleasure is a story of BBW erotic romance. If you enjoy plump women finally being able to explore their sexuality without any shame, you will lose yourself in the tale of Merrin Rexford and her extraordinary adventures.
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Angelina Spears is the pen name of Cheri Verset. Whereas Cheri likes to experiment with quick and dirty stories designed to titillate in short order, Angelina likes to take her time and develop the narrative.

You could say Cheri likes it fast and hard against the washing machine while Angelina prefers candlelight and soft music as she makes love by the fireplace. Champagne and strawberries, anyone?
You can contact her on Twitter at @CheriVerset and visit her at CheriVerset.com.

Francis Ashe wants you to Just Let Go

In this sensual erotic novella, Elise Montro is torn between her insecurities and a need to be in control of everything around her. While working away from the office on a series of audits, Elise is wooed by a mysterious man who takes away both her control and her insecurity. And then he disappears.

When she must present work to the company's CEO, she is surprised to find him oddly familiar.

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Francis Ashe on the web


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This 14,500 word erotic novella features sensual pleasures, first time sexual experiences, strip-teasing, light bondage, explicit sexual situations, conquest over fear and a long awaited release.
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Excerpt

He was wearing a close-cropped beard and a well-fitting suit. For a moment, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The way he stood there, one foot casually propped up on the bumper of a sleek German car, one hand by his side and the phone to his ear seemed to drip masculine, sexy, confidence. I don’t know why I thought that – I mean, I never think things like that about strangers. I took two years to calm down around the only long-term boyfriend I ever had enough to let him really touch me.

I am slow to warm. That’s just how I am. This stranger though, his hand impatiently patting his leg, was different. I felt a hot sensation creep down my spine, under my skirt and even between my legs. His stare pierced me to the core, and those blue eyes of his seemed like a fire that started in my chest and spread from there.

A breath hitched. I turned to leave, having to consciously take my eyes off this smoldering man who made the word ‘sex’ scream in my mind.

Halfway to the building, I just had to turn back and catch one more glimpse. But, in that short space of time – maybe fifteen, twenty seconds – he, and his car, had vanished.

Somehow I managed to push the whole thing out of my mind for a few hours, but when I left the building for lunch, he was back. Same place. Same relaxed posture. I watched him sweep back his hair and got in my car, making an honest effort to stop staring at this mysterious watcher I seemed to have attracted.

I turned the key.

Knock-knock.

I turned my head.

It was him. He smiled, perfect white teeth, tiny crinkles at the corners of his mouth and eyes. Right then, I felt almost overwhelmed. He motioned to roll down the window.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“You’re coming with me. This way.” He nodded back to his car. I thought it was a different color than the one this morning, but couldn’t be sure.

“I... excuse me?”

His smile straightened out.

“You’re coming with me.” He repeated, “This way.” And then he walked off.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Surrender to Amber Drake's Billionaire Bad Boys


Surrender on Amazon

Alice is happy and in love with her new billionaire boyfriend but she has a secret. Deep down she yearns to submit to her darker urges to give herself over body and soul to a dominant master who will bend her to his pleasure. So when the man who was only too happy to make her his slave turns up at a weekend retreat how will she control her dark desires? Does she want to?

Billionaire Bad Boys is all about rich, dominant men who want nothing more than to make their ladies shiver with pleasure.

Amber Drake knows how to do HAWT like nobody's business - check out her website Spank the Naughty Maid!

Saturday, August 25, 2012

MBC - Open to Members

First, let me introduce myself. My "official author's bio" (squee!) reads:


India-born, and U.S.-based, Maruti Gaat straddles the old world and new. By day, she navigates New York City in her Donna Karan skirts and silk dress shirts from China. At night, she looks out on the city lights from her balcony, her thoughts floating like a flower on the Ganges as she dreams of the new gods of Bollywood. She has a special place for alpha billionaire badboys who know how to take charge of a woman's body and she's always looking to merge and acquire.
My very first title is a series opener - which will run exclusively on Amazon at .99 for the first three months before landing at Barnes & Noble and Kobo at the same list price. Hoping for a release date near Labor Day in the States!


Open to Members

Six months ago, Vanya Prasad left her home province of Bihar with one goal in mind - to enroll in an engineering program at the University of Mumbai. Having no scholarship, no money and no family, her dreams are fast becoming an impossibility. With only a few weeks  before she must choose between eating and using  the last of her money on a train ticket home, Vanya  is hired as a server at an exclusive members-only club known as the MBC. If she can avoid getting fired, she'll be able to eat and pay her rent and maybe, if the tips are good enough, save up for school.

Naïve, with no one to warn her otherwise, she doesn't realize that the club is a playground for billionaires, all the servers female and beautiful in their own way. Her innocence ends the day Farhan Kapoor, Bollywood's biggest star, sits down at her table. Rich and famous, he's every woman's midnight fantasy and he wants Vanya - but for how long?

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Spanked by the Billionaire (His to Dominate)


Mia James doesn't consider her resume's omission of the last two years of undergrad and her master's degree a lie. It's more like a failure to elaborate.

Too bad her billionaire boss disagrees.

Ex-Army interrogator and Chief Executive Bad Ass of a private military company, Collin Stark needs to know his new junior secretary isn't spying on Stark International. Trust the wrong woman with his heart and someone could wind up dead.

To convince Collin she's only guilty of being overqualified and desperate, Mia must consent to a private interrogation in which he will deploy all his tricks, starting with his favorite game.

Arousal Up.

Inhibition Down.

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This 7,400+ word short is the first installment in the His to Dominate series.
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Stark's footsteps seemed magnified as he approached me. I felt his chest against my back, the sudden heat making me realize my skin had grown cold.

"Don't jump, Mia."

I hadn't moved and the command confused me until his hands came up around my head and a folded band of fabric brushed against my face. I drew a sharp breath in as the blindfold tightened and his fingers worked to tie a knot. His hips pressed against my backside, my bottom molding around a hard center bulge that made my knees weak.

"You left something off your resume, didn't you?"

"Yes."

His hands dropped to wrap around my hips. When he spoke again, I could tell his mouth was right next to my ear, his breath curling warm against my flesh. "A master's degree in data analytics and you take a job in the secretarial pool of a security company?"

I rested my head against the wall, the earlier tremble back and infecting my whole body. Stark circled one arm around my waist, his palm flat against my stomach to contain or control me. His other hand gripped my hip a little tighter as he cinched me to him.

"Who are you really working for?"

"You." I released the word with a sob as I realized my panties were slowly soaking through. He had me face forward in a corner, blindfolded, my job on the line and I was wet, so turned on that the muscles deep inside had started to flex and roll. This wasn't right, wasn't anything like me.

Curve Contract (BBW Billionaire Erotic Romance)


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Plus-size business owner Pippa Jones is in dire straits. Before disappearing, her accountant floated himself a big “loan” instead of paying her PR firm's income and payroll taxes. Even if PJ can avoid criminal prosecution, she's going to have to sell everything she has and lay off all her employees, including her best friend!

Enter millionaire Blake Cross, her firm's biggest client and a notorious playboy. Discovering she's in trouble, he makes an offer that will fix both their problems. All she has to do is marry him and make it look real.

24/7.

With Blake calling her baby and love while his unyielding hands and mouth worship her body publicly and privately, Pippa’s starting to realize that the cost of saving her company just might be a broken heart.

Excerpt
 
Blake stepped inside, taking the jewelry from me as he dipped his head, his lips gracing mine with a soft, fleeting kiss. Reaching behind him, he shut the door. “You looking stunning, Pippa.”

I arched a brow in his direction. “In an outfit that costs as much as a car -- who wouldn’t?”

"Baby, that’s not how it works.” Taking my hand, he fastened the bracelet and then moved around me. I’d left my hair loose and straight. He draped it over one shoulder and then lifted the necklace over my head, stepping in close as he fastened it around my neck. “When, in future, I say you look stunning, you smile at me and melt like I mean it.”

Finished with the necklace, his hands gripped my shoulders. His mouth trailed along the side of my throat that was bare, starting at its bottom curve and running up to my ear. “Because I do.”

“Blake, we're all alone.”

“We’re never alone, P.J.” His hips brushed against my bottom as his hands dropped to circle my waist. The tip of his tongue curled against my earlobe, a ripple of pleasure running through me. “The chef at Robuchon’s will be insanely jealous -- all that food and all I want to eat is you.”

He gripped my hips, cinching me tight against him while his teeth traced the curve of my ear. I reached for his hands, intent on removing them from my body.
“You have to get used to my touch.” A soft warning growl accompanied his reprimand. “One flash of aversion, love, and the whole show is ruined.”

Love...show. I blinked back tears. Those two words were all it took to expose the small crush I'd thought I was nursing for what it was -- something much bigger.  Realizing my true feelings for Blake, I didn't know if I could take even one night of his touching me and calling me love for show and emerge from the deal with my heart intact.

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This 26,600+ word novella features hot sex with a millionaire playboy turned on by lush curves and willing to do anything to claim the woman he loves.
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