Her Doctor Daddy and an Interview with Shelly Douglas

Shelly Douglas has a brand new book out today, Her Doctor Daddy. I don't know if you know this, but Shelly Douglas is not just one person. It's actually two friends and authors, Shelly and Doug, writing together.  I've been curious about this for a long time and I'm thrilled Shelly answered some questions for me about what it's like to write together!

Natasha: So Shelly Douglas is not just one person. Can you tell us a little about Shelly and a little about Doug? 

Shelly: Doug and I met about 17 years ago, when he and my husband played in a father/son golf tournament in Myrtle Beach, SC with our boys.  Doug’s wife opted not to travel, so I was the only woman in attendance.  We got to know each other on that trip and have been good friends ever since!

Natasha: How did you and Doug decide to write this particular sort of book together?  

Shelly: We were on a couples’ vacation about four years ago.  I’d taken my new Kindle with me and was secretly exploring some AP erotica for the first time.  Doug and I had already been sharing mystery and spy novels for years at that point, and I casually brought it up in conversation that I’d started a novella that could be turned into something erotic.  He volunteered pretty quickly to help write it, and things just spiraled out of control from there. LOL!

Natasha: Is it ever weird socially??  

Shelly: Not for Doug, he embraces our writing and is proud of what we do.   People are always surprised that he writes in this genre, but he says they’re never shocked that I do. LOL! It was really his fault that we went public with this whole thing and encouraged me to hold my head up amidst the criticism of our conservative friends.  So, when people ask if it’s worth it when the time comes to split up the royalties - the answer is YES.  It would be a lonely business writing without his friendship and constant support. He’s also much better when it comes to swallowing the negative reviews.  My skin is much thinner than his!

Natasha: What is your writing process?

Shelly: We’ve been writing together for four years, so it’s constantly evolving.  At this point, we usually assign each other chapters that we think we’re best suited to write.  Doug likes to tell our friends that he stays away from the erotic scenes, but in full disclosure – he just sent me one yesterday. HA!  CASE CLOSED!

Natasha: Do you ever disagree on a chapter or scene or the direction a story is taking? How do you handle those? 

Shelly: We used to fight like a cat and a dog over a particular scene, or who the perp in a story might be. In fact, we had a loud argument in a restaurant once across the table because he wanted to kill our hero on his honeymoon.  We still laugh about that one!  But other than making crazy memories, we both know that most of this stuff is not worth arguing over. We like writing together too much, and are trying to make this process as enjoyable as possible.

Natasha: Tell us about your new book. 

Shelly: This book was a blast for us to write on so many levels!  The story takes place in 1975, and our heroine had just dropped out of college to go live with her sister in Ft. Lauderdale.  Many of the characters in this book are based on real people in an authentic setting, so much so that as we wrote it scene by scene, Doug would send me an e-mail to ask, “What happened next?”  Of course, one part of the story that contained pure fiction was the serial killer on the Loose in Lauderdale, but living there in the 1970’s, I can tell you that there were plenty of scary, dangerous young men around with extremely handsome faces.  I went out with one man in particular (who I’d met in a bar) and he scared me so much that I actually bolted out of his apartment and ran home. (Those who know me would laugh at this, because it is a well-known fact that I have no sense of direction!)  Between Ted Bundy and the Zodiac Killer, there were just too many real-life serial murders out there to not be frightened. But unfortunately, the 70’s were also a time of women hitchhiking and bar hopping, and even though we knew of the dangers - for some reason – we did it anyway.  

In 1975 - I was 19 and “Dr. Morales” was 43, but unfortunately in real life, we didn’t have a HEA.  My sister continued to work in the hospital for a number of years after I left and she said that every time she ran into that handsome ER doctor, he always asked about me.  I’ll let our readers decide how much was fiction and what actually happened.  Either way, it was an adventure that I’ll never forget and hope that everyone enjoys the tempestuous ride!

Natasha: Thanks so much for the interview Shelly! Let's get on to a sexy little scene from Her Doctor Daddy!

Shelly: This scene really doesn’t need much set-up.  Lexi was frightened, and Raul didn’t think it was safe to leave her alone in the apartment. It didn’t take much convincing for him to stay overnight.  ;)

Straightening his upper torso, he took hold of her wrists and pulled them over her head. With piercing eyes locked onto hers, his steamy gaze communicated that this wasn’t a game. It was the real thing for him. As he rubbed his surging cock up and down the hot, soaking slit of her sex, Lexi’s legs spread further in supplication, silently begging him to sink into her heated core. Pulling back one more time to look into her eyes, his lips finally seared onto hers with a fevered possessiveness, his thick sword edging into her tight sheath, the strokes building mightily. Slow and deliberate, his strides were steady and deep-seated over and over, her moans quickly escalating to groans until he felt her clench and flutter around his hard shaft. Thrusting into her one final time, he ground his pelvis hard against hers and shattered as she squeezed convulsively around him. Shuddering in breaths of gasping completion, her eyes remained closed and he stared upon her face as his thick seed pulsed deep inside. Keeping perfectly still, she waited patiently until he softened within her velvety cunny. As his lips touched her forehead, her eyelids slowly lifted.

“So how does it feel to be all mine?” he asked, the edges of his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

“Like pure heaven,” she whispered, wrapping her arms tightly around his body.

He smiled, kissing the tip of her nose. “Was I too rough for my angel?”

She shook her head, grinning.

“Good,” he said, rolling her so he could spoon her from behind. “Lex, I didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking too many questions, but what kind of protection are you using?”

She swallowed hard before answering. “I took a class in college and learned how to monitor my cycle, so I’m aware of when my fertile time is. Don’t worry, we’re safe today.”

He tumbled her onto her back. “Are you kidding? That’s not what I call protection. Oh, my God, you’re not under a doctor’s care?” he asked, his stern hazel eyes glaring down at her. “You’re telling me we just had unprotected sex?”

Dramatically, she rolled her luminous baby blues up to the ceiling. “Don’t be silly. Just because I haven’t seen my gynecologist since last year doesn’t mean I’m not under anyone’s care. For your information, CM-BBT is a highly rated type of protection and completely natural. It stands for cervical mucus-basal body temperature…”

“Yes, yes. I know exactly what it means. And tomorrow, I’m going to schedule you for a complete gynecological exam and see to it that you get some real birth control. After that, we’ll talk about how silly I am,” he scolded, rolling her back over to sleep in his strong arms.

“Please, Raul,” she whined loudly. “I don’t want to have that kind of exam.”

He smacked her backside in response. “Go to sleep, mi amorcita.”

“Again with the Spanish?”

“It means ‘my little love.’”

She sucked in a deep, audible breath. “You aren’t angry with me?”

He snuggled up closer, his teeth gently sinking into the back of her neck. “What do you think?”

She smiled and sighed, interlocking her slender fingers with his large, protective ones.

  

Biography

Shelly Douglas is not one person, but two! Shelly and Doug are longtime friends and over the years have shared a love of reading spy and murder mystery novels. One night after sharing a bottle of wine, they decided to write a spanking romance novella laced with erotica. Now the stories are flowing out of their heads! Having a man and woman's perspective made for interesting collaborative writing experiences that resulted in books they hope their readers will enjoy.

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Protecting It All: Book 4 in Livia Grant's Passion Series

I'd like to share an excerpt today from Livia Grant's fourth book in her Passion Series titled Protecting it All. I've been following this series from the start and after all we've been through, I'd been waiting for this one and it was so much more than I even imagined. To see Jake Davenport in his insane world and have him finally be punished was more than satisfying. The story of Dylan and Hannah — Hannah, you are so brave — was beautifully told in the midst of Jake's craziness and we got to see everyone we've gotten to know through the series. 

Livia's a pretty amazing storyteller. I knew it from book one and I recommend this series (or any of her other books). Here's Livia...

The Passion Series Continues 

Don’t miss the fourth book in the Passion Series, Protecting it All. Will Lukus, Markus, Derek, Dylan and Z be able to bring Jake Davenport down before he hurts more innocent women? This next installment in the Passion Series will return readers to the darker, raw qualities displayed in the earlier books as it delves behind the scenes into the online sex industry and underground sexual slavery trade. 

Blurb:

Jake Davenport is still on the loose, and Lukus Mitchell and Markus Lambert have had enough. They won't rest until the sadistic Dom who is threatening their women is behind bars…or dead.  They don’t care which. Lukus assembles a team of his top security personnel and heads to California leaving Markus and Tiffany’s cop brother, Aiden, in Chicago to keep Tiffany and Brianna safe, locked down in the loft at The Punishment Pit.

Derek's brother Dylan is already there, staking out the predator, feeling helpless as he watches Jake lure innocent women into his nest of consensual, but brutal, sexual websites. When Jake turns his eye to Hannah Martine, Dylan decides he's done with just watching.

Hannah moved across the country trying to escape the demons of her past, but the fresh start she's hoping for is cut short when Jake presses her to accept a tempting job that will solve her financial woes. Once he gets her alone, the sadist uses humiliation, drugs and brutal force to try to bend Hannah to his will.

Everything comes to a head when Lukus and the gang realize only someone on the inside can get close enough to collect evidence of the illegal activities needed to put Davenport away. Dylan is furious they are even considering sending the innocent woman he has strong feelings for anywhere near the monster trying to break her.

Will Hannah have the strength to walk back into the demon's lair? And even if she does, will the threat against Brianna and Tiffany be dissolved? Jake is obsessed with the women from his past, and as authorities close in, he will become desperate for his revenge against Lukus and Markus.

This is Book 4 of Livia Grant's sexy Passion Series – a roller-coaster of suspense, emotion, heartfelt love and darkest desires.

Publisher's note: This book contains graphic descriptions of BDSM, explicit sex scenes, dub-con elements and more. If such material offends you, please do not read.

Dominance coursed through his body as he watched Tiffany struggling to obey. Her tentative movements resulted in her beautiful ass being lewdly displayed; her hands stretched forward as she kneeled, willingly presenting herself for her punishment. 

Lukus secured her to the heavy furniture with thick leather restraints meant to immobilize even the strongest of submissives. When he buckled the wide leather strap across her back, pressing her waist tight against the bench and locking her ass into that vulnerable position, Tiffany let loose her first sob. 

The sound of her crying left him conflicted. Tears from a punished submissive used to leave him feeling powerful, but with Tiff he more often found himself waffling between feelings of protectiveness and a foreign tendency to be lenient, something he had never even considered before meeting Tiffany. There would be no leniency today. His adorable fiancée had earned every single tear. 

Lukus massaged her exposed bottom until she calmed, warming her skin for the lashing that was coming. "Tiffany, tell me why you're tied down to the spanking bench, about to be punished long and hard." 

Her voice was laced with guilt as she responded. "Because I disobeyed you and went out without telling you where I was going and letting you know I was safe." 

"Yes, and you didn't have your cell phone with you like you're supposed to at all times... and you didn't take a bodyguard with you. What the hell made you think you could leave and put yourself in danger like that?" 

He couldn't see her face, but he heard the submission in her voice as she responded to his lecture. "I just didn't think you'd like me to go to lunch with Aiden after last weekend. After all, you two threw punches at the lake." 

"Tiff, I may not like the bastard, but he's your brother. I'm not going to block you from seeing him, even if I would like to lay him flat for putting you in danger today. But this isn't his fault, is it? I'm sure you lied to him, too, and neglected to tell him you weren't supposed to leave the loft, didn't you?" 

She hesitated, "Yes, sir... but I love him and didn't want him to stay mad at me for choosing you over him." 

"Well, let's see if you're still glad you chose me after the lesson I'm about to teach you about listening to your Dom." 

Lukus left her alone to think about what he'd said as he stalked to the supply cabinet that lined the wall of the on-stage dungeon. He picked a wide leather paddle and a severe Loopy Johnny to deliver his message. 

He settled into the punishment scene like the pro that he was, letting the first crack of the leather paddle fall against her creamy skin. It left a satisfyingly red splotch in its wake and drew a forlorn groan from his submissive fiancée. Lukus knew better than to short-change today's lesson. He'd be damned if Tiffany would leave this stage with any ambiguity on how he felt about her behavior today. 

The thick leather fell across her ass again and again until she was crying out, jerking in an attempt to escape her restraints. When he lowered his aim to the bottom of her butt where it met her thighs, Tiffany went wild, begging him to stop through her sobs. 

Lukus hadn't had trouble powering through a punishment before falling in love. But in just the few true discipline sessions he'd delivered to Tiff's luscious body, he had learned that punishing someone he'd given his heart to hurt him almost as much as it did her—almost. 

When he thought she was close to learning her lesson, he threw the leather paddle to the floor, moving to caress Tiffany's lower back to calm her, although he refused to provide relief to her burning globes... yet. 

Despite her obvious pain, he reveled in seeing her pussy glistening wet with sexual excitement. He lightly dragged his fingers through her lower lips, eliciting a long groan of desire as he lubricated his fingers liberally. She squeaked when he lifted higher, pressing two lubed fingers into her puckered rosebud. "Oh God, what are you doing?" 

"I'm taking liberties with my naughty sub's bottom and you need to just relax and enjoy it, because this is just an intermission. You have one more implement of punishment coming before we're done here." 

"Oh lord, I can't take any more, sir." 

"Baby, I'll decide when you've learned your lesson and we won't stop until then. Let's get this finished so we can move on to more fun activities." 

Lukus withdrew his fingers reluctantly, leaning down to grab the most painful punishment device he'd used on Tiffany to date. He didn't plan on delivering a lot of strokes, but he would be using the Loopy Johnny only when he had a particularly important lesson for Tiffany to learn. 

She couldn't see the small handled device with three long loops of braided leather that were about to light into her already punished ass. Lukus steeled himself for the scream that was about to fill the air and aimed the first lick across the center of her bottom. Her cry was delayed, as if she'd lost her breath from the sudden laceration the wicked device delivered. When her howl came, it almost leveled him. 

He recovered enough to continue his lecture. "That's one, Tiffany. You'll receive six today and, after each, you'll promise not to leave the loft without my knowledge until Jake Davenport is in jail. Is that understood, young lady?" 

Her answer came through her hiccupped cries. "Oh God, please, sir, no more. I promise I won't leave the loft ever again if you'll just stop." 

"I'll accept that for your first promise, but I'll finish the last five." 

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Bound, Spanked and Loved RELEASE DAY! #99cent

It's here! Bound, Spanked and Loved, 14 brand new novellas by 14 authors, including me! Only 99cents and available for a limited time!

Slab Hands by Annabel Joseph ~ Christine's always been curious about spanking, and the bouncer at the bottom of the stairs has a magnificent set of hands. Once he learns about her secret disciplinary fantasies, he's more than happy to put those hands to use...

Master Class: Initiation by Sierra Cartwright ~ When wanna-be sub Jennifer Berklee calls him Master and begs him to flog her, PI Logan Powell knows all his military training won't be enough to keep his jaded heart safe. He intends to claim this sexy, innocent woman for his own...no matter the cost.

Theirs to Punish by Renee Rose ~ When a billionaire's daughter-turned-ninja picked Casino Magnifico for a heist, she didn't take into account one thing--actually--two. Twin owners Joe and Alex Jamison won't hesitate to employ a little corporal punishment to bring the virgin socialite in line...

Lust Angel by Cari Silverwood ~ On good days, what falls from the heavens may be a naked woman. As an ex-SAS soldier, now private contractor, Adam is used to the unexpected, but nothing in life has prepared him for a fallen angel with a craving for spanking, bondage, and punishment.

Stepbrother Jerk by Natasha Knight ~ To buy her stepbrother's silence, Lisa agrees to submit to his discipline, even though she has no idea what she's in for. But Jace knows exactly what his stepsister needs and a bare bottom spanking is only the beginning.

His Runaway Valentine by Sue Lyndon ~ When a handsome stranger rides out of nowhere to rescue Nora from slavers, the runaway bride is shocked to learn he's the very man to whom she was betrothed. There's no escaping the arranged marriage now, and Luke is quick to make Nora understand that he expects not only obedience, but her absolute surrender.

Rose's Are Red by Ashe Barker ~ Rose has had a crush on Iain McCain for years and when she spots her sexy ex-teacher with a whip in his hand at her favourite BDSM club her heart stills. Dare she approach him? A Valentine's Day card might earn her the spanking she craves if she delivers it personally...on her knees.

His to Take by Kallista Dane ~ On the now-sexless, sterile Planet Earth, Dr. Selena Reston saves the life of Haldor, a Viking warrior from another world. His savage lovemaking shocks her and awakens her wild side. Though she craves his domination, can she build a life with him halfway across the galaxy?

Stepping It Up by Cara Bristol ~ Ariel had crushed on her stepbrother Hunter for years. But if he expects to win back her heart in one wicked weekend, he'll have to step it up and take her in hand...the Rod and Cane Society way.

Claiming Chloe by Korey Mae Johnson ~ When she is left alone on Valentine's Day, Chloe takes matters into her own hands. But going out exploring on her own on an alien planet turns out not to be the best idea she ever had, and when her three handsome alien mates end up having to rescue her, Chloe's bare bottom will pay the price for her naughtiness.

Maud and the Secret Society of Saint Valentine by Emily Tilton ~ Maud has decided that the new boyfriend she's crazy about can't be serious when he tells her she needs a firm hand in the bedroom and everywhere else. The Secret Society of Saint Valentine begs to differ, and summons her to a tribunal where she'll learn just how serious David is.

Dancing With a Dom by Katherine Deane ~ What do ballroom dancing, hard spankings, and mind-blowing orgasms have in common? I guess it depends who your dance partner is. The man smiling down at me, with his hand on my waist... he's a Dom. And he wants to be mine this Valentine's Day.

Taking the Human by Trent Evans ~ For Lukanos, a muscle bound, seven foot tall alien, abducting the beautiful human female was the easy part. Winning her heart--and not breaking his own--was something else entirely.

Sweet Birdie Blue by Alta Hensley ~ Rem Langston has no choice but to save the feisty Birdie Bluebell, whether she wants saving or not. Their icy beginning soon turns to a passion hot enough to melt the blizzard outside, but will Birdie accept Rem into her heart?

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Taking Elle: An Excerpt from Retribution #ScintillatingSunday

This is my first week participating in the Scintillating Sunday Blog Hop! I'm excited to find some new authors and share a snippet from Retribution, a dark erotic romance. I'll just get right to the scene which is told from Elle's point of view while Adam is having his way with her. The blurb is directly below the snippet!

Adam gripped my wrists and spread my arms wide, pulling out again then thrusting, all the while his eyes never leaving mine.

“I want to see your face, Elle. I want to see you come. I want to fuck you raw and watch you take it. I want to hurt you.” 

His breath dampened the side of my face, his words making me shudder, making me fear him and want him at once. 

He moved faster, harder, deeper; the thick intrusion of his cock inside me sent me over the edge fast, making me come again, our eyes locked, his darkening, his face tightening. 

His cock swelled and his hands tightened around my wrists, and when he came, he bit his lip, closing his eyes for an instant, groaning, orgasm somehow making him even more beautiful than before.

Blurb

Adam

Payback’s a bitch — or it would be for Elle.

Fifteen years ago, my sister was kidnapped. For months, she’d endured hell. Somehow, she’d survived it. Someway, she’d escaped her captors. But it hadn’t mattered. In fact, it had been like losing her twice, because six weeks after she came home, she was dead, and the man responsible was alive and well, oblivious to her fate, ignorant to what he had coming.

Fifteen years I’d been waiting for this moment, all that time, planning, preparing, readying to put things into motion. To finally make the SOB pay for what he’d done. 

Killing him was too easy. Too quick. No. There was a much better way to exact revenge.

Take what he loved best. 

Break it. 

Break her.

I just didn’t realize that in the process of destroying the girl, I’d destroy myself.

Elle

“I only want your pain.” 

I hadn’t understood what those words meant, not really. Not until he made me understand.

I noticed Adam the very first day he moved into my building. He was a badass on a bike in a thousand-dollar suit. When he looked at me, it was with a hunger just this side of obscene. One glance from him and I was lost. 

Our meetings were strange, accidental. Too coincidental. There was something about Adam. Something I couldn’t put my finger on. 

Something I couldn’t resist.

He told me I didn’t know him. He warned me to run as far from him as I could. He was moody. Dark. I’d found it romantic. I didn’t know, and I wouldn’t realize until it was too late that he’d meant for me to heed his warnings. That some part of him had hoped I would run, that I would escape him.

For too many years, vengeance had fueled him. It had taught him hate. The object of that hate? My father. And me? I was the means to my father’s end. Adam would destroy my father by destroying me.  

I accused him of being a monster, of being no different than those who took his sister, but even in the harshest moments, all I could see in his eyes was pain. And like a fool, all I wanted was to touch that darkness. 

To make it light.

Retribution is a full-length, complete Dark Romantic Suspense novel. No Cliffhanger. Intended for mature readers. 

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Her Leading Man: An Excerpt from Adaline Raine

I'm very happy to share an excerpt from Adaline Raine's newest release, Her Leading Man! I chose a naughty excerpt since I think I know my readers. Enjoy...

The trailer door opened about ten minutes later,and Tristan came inside. She sucked in a breath, unsure of what to say. He met the distance between them and took her hand.

“I’m not happy with the way you insinuated I would handle Blondie.” Tristan tapped the fingers of his free hand on her hip. “Take these off.”

Gretchen stood and complied, still unsure of what to say.

“Panties too.”

“What?” She glanced in the mirror to see the cute pink pair with the red sparkly heart and letters that spelled out, ‘It ain’t gonna spank itself.’ It had been a present from one of her author friends when her last book came out and she didn’t want to be bare. “No.”

“Give me your panties.”

“Are you going to wear them?”

Tristan hooked his thumbs on either side of her waistband and tugged them off. He knelt down, picked up one foot then the other to free them from her legs, then crumpled them in his hands. He stood slowly without breaking eye contact. “You can have them back when I give them back to you. As for today, you’ve lost the privilege.”

“Panties aren’t a privilege!”

“They are now.”

Gretchen swallowed hard. Well, damn. He told her not all of the punishments were about spanking and sure enough losing her sexy skivvies ranked up on the new list. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Bend over, and stay still.” Tristan pointed to the table behind her. 

Blurb:

Gretchen Williams had finally been offered her dream job. After years of writing—screenplays, various freelance jobs, and erotic spanking romance—one of her book series had been adapted for television. She had been over the moon at the invitation to join the crew on set and overlook day to day operations. 

Of course she never expected to wind up as the whipping girl. The main actress balked at the idea of a hand coming anywhere near her perfect round behind, and after some deliberations Gretchen offers up her derriere for showbiz . She never dreamed her bottom would be on display for everyone to see, but the bigger problem is the sudden attention from the male lead actor. 

Tristan Callahan knew exactly what he was signing up for when he accepted the contract for a one year term, tentative for a second season at best. The subject matter appealed to him for a variety of reasons, ones he kept to himself. Until Gretchen throws a temper tantrum like a true diva. He takes her in hand, right in her own trailer, proving that he’s been doing very little acting so far. 

They embark into a secret D/s relationship. 

When photos of them together at a local BDSM dungeon surface and leak to the media, they find themselves with tough choices to make. Will their relationship overcome the scandal or is Gretchen doomed to say goodbye to Tristan in true Hollywood fashion? 

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DEVIANT On #Sale This Week Only for #99cents

DEVIANT  is on sale this week only for 99cents! 

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Julien

I'm a hit man, an assassin. A deviant by all accounts. I never pretended to be the good guy. 

She was the opposite.

But the minute she pulled the curtains back and saw my face, watched me screwing the blonde who happened to be my next mark, she sealed her own fate. 

There could be no witnesses, ever.  

I let it go on a few days though. Never closed the curtains, gave her one hell of a show. I liked it, liked seeing her get all hot and bothered. Her face so innocent, so…corruptible. And all that time she was watching, she had no idea I'd seen her, that I was watching her too. 

But all good things must come to an end. 

Imagine my surprise when I turned up to take care of her only to find two goons breaking down her door, weapons in hand. 

Turned out she had a price on her head. Her stepbrother wanted her and he wanted her alive. I'd never been one to pass up an opportunity to collect the kind of money he was offering, especially if I could have some fun while I was at it. 

It just never occurred to me she’d be anything more than my next mark.

Mia

Curiosity killed the kitten. 

I'll never forget the look in his eyes when he said those words.  

When I watched them from the window, I didn't suspect for a moment that he'd seen me, that he was watching me back. Not while he was doing what he was doing to the woman on her knees before him. 

But then she turned up dead, and he turned up in my hotel room, waiting for me in the dark. 

I didn't think for one second him being there that night would save my life. I'd been on the run for two years, but my stepbrother had finally caught up with me. Or his two thugs had. 

Finding out I had a quarter-of-a-million dollar bounty on my head convinced Julien I was more valuable alive than dead. But to collect it would mean returning me to my stepbrother, who had sworn to make me pay for what I'd done. 

Julien was cruel. He was merciless. He scared the crap out of me. But there was something else, something he never wanted me to see. Inside, he was broken, like me.

My stepbrother was wrong if he thought I'd let him get his hands on me ever again. I had no intention of allowing that to happen, even if it meant I'd have to sleep with the devil to survive. 

And I had no doubt Julien was the devil.

* Please note: This standalone dark romantic suspense is complete at 68K words. No cliffhanger, only a badass Alpha male who doesn't seem like much of a hero at the start, who uses strong language, and likes dirty, kinky sex. Some readers may find him offensive.

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The Ties That Bind: Guest Post by Alyssa Turner

Please welcome Alyssa Turner with an excerpt from her brand new release, Swept! I had the pleasure of reading an ARC and, well, can I just say hot? You'll get a sampling in a minute! First, here's Alyssa:

Thank you, Natasha for a chance to talk about my new book SWEPT. I am thrilled that you invited me to meet your readers! 

Such tame ideas of love and marriage might make the average BDSM reader yawn.  But I wanted to ask the question: where is the line between loving a Dom and loving that person when he falters?  What happens when a sub has to choose between being weak and finding her strength? If the ties that bind fall away, can their love hold them together?  I hope you enjoy the excerpt below and will check out SWEPT, now available on Amazon.com and later at other major retailers.  This standalone novel takes another look into the lives of Rory, Spencer and Jack from my bestselling MMF ménage, Polished.  

To celebrate RELEASE WEEK, I’m giving away a Michael Kors padlock bracelet and a copy of both Polished and Make Me. (Ebook copies for UK).  Good Luck!! 

Visit my blog to read the first three chapters of Swept or find out more about my books and my occasional ramblings. Reach out on Facebook. I’d love to meet you! <3 Alyssa

Here's the excerpt!

Rory registered the look of steady calm on Spencer’s face as he removed the shiny chrome bar with gray velvet-lined leather cuffs attached at each end. He reached over her to secure her ankles inside the custom-made leather sheaths. A simple buckle ensured there would be no escape.

“Take the reverse prayer position,” Jack instructed.

With her head laid against the soft sheets, she arranged her arms behind her back and pressed her palms neatly together. In her training over the past year, Rory had taken up yoga classes to practice both flexibility and discipline. It was something she’d pursued on her own in her quest to become a more worthy submissive. Rory was a perfectionist. Even she could admit that now. Yoga was a healthy outlet, one of many Jack had helped her uncover.

Spencer got to work on wrapping the black nylon rope around one of her wrists in four precise rows and then continued on the second wrist. Then he took each end and laced the rope around her forearms, immobilizing her in that position. In the mirrored closet door next to their bed, Rory watched him work. The rope was corded around itself for further reinforcement, and then Spencer crafted an intricate butterfly knot to finish it all off. She thought they were finished, but Jack took two shorter ropes from her box. He held her hips and raised them into the air, placing her ass high and open to him. The ropes were looped around each thigh in slide knots that were then connected to her wrists. She couldn’t move her body an inch in any direction. It was even difficult to move her head, and the cool sheet warmed beneath her cheek. She was at their mercy. Rory acknowledged the stretch of her muscles and let her senses drink in every second as they ticked by.

“Do you need a gag?”

“I don’t know.” Truly, she didn’t. There was something in the air that felt different. What had Jack meant when he’d said he would be taking her orgasm from her? It sounded as though she’d be forced to break the rules, to yell out without permission. Would she need a gag? Rory swallowed hard. She hoped so.

“I’ve got you covered, baby,” Spencer said, grinning at her as he took hold of his swollen cock.

“Open,” Jack said, and Rory was reminded how much better it was to be commanded by Jack than asked. Of course he knew this.

Spencer took position at the side of the bed and slowly slid his shaft between her lips. He rested there, and she ran her tongue up and down his shaft, causing him to moan. She wasn’t entirely powerless.

“Don’t make him come before he’s allowed, Rory,” Jack said. “You’ll be the one to suffer the consequences.”

She understood.       

Her pussy throbbed in anticipation, and she wasn’t even sure what he had planned. The distinct hum of a vibrator suddenly filled her ear. “Just so you know, sweetheart, this isn’t that cute little toy you like to play with. I picked up something more suitable before we left New York.”

The first tap of the gyrating shaft against her ass and she jumped. Jack grabbed her ass cheek possessively and pushed the vibrating dildo into her pussy without any further introduction. His thrusts were fast and hard, almost brutal. Almost. Rory felt her body clench and brace against the onslaught.

Then he slowed to nearly a stop. Ball bearings whirled inside her causing her to want to squirm. She knew better. The reprieve was short-lived. He fucked her hard again with his newly acquired tool. She wanted to scream out, but Spencer’s cock muted any chance of it escaping her mouth. It took every ounce of discipline to keep from hurting him. Her jaw remained lax, her lips softly encasing him.

Jack held still again. Rory took a deep breath through her nose. Above her, she heard the two of them kissing. The sound made her want to moan.

Then the dildo was gone. Cold wetness fell on her exposed asshole, and the dildo returned in her tightest hole. He’d raised the vibration level, the sensation taking over her body entirely. Rory had been initiated into the practice of anal sex by Jack and Spencer. They’d been her patient instructors, helping her to understand her body until it was open and receptive.

Jack twisted the vibe, and the pleasure taking over her was immediate. There wasn’t much chance to savor it alone. Jack filled her cunt with his full length just a few heartbeats later.

“Fuck her mouth,” Jack said to Spencer. “You should have your orgasm now.”

Spencer trailed his fingers over her cheek and palmed the back of her head. “Thank you, Sir,” he said.

“You’re welcome, Spencer.” Jack leaned down to her ear. “Now, I’m going to fuck you senseless, Rory. So senseless that all you’re going to want to do is slip into an orgasm and let it take over.” He threw his hips into her, punctuating his syllables. “But you…will…make…me…proud and focus all your energy on Spencer. When you come, it won’t be because you achieved orgasm. You aren’t achieving anything today, sweetheart. You will come because I forced it from your body. I’m not giving you a chance to orgasm. I’m taking it from you. Understand now?”

She did understand, and his words were as arousing as the sensations penetrating her physically. He stripped her bare to her soul. In a scene with Jack, she had nothing, was responsible for nothing. It was freedom. The sweetest kind.

There was a trippy war raging inside her. She willed herself not to succumb to the pleasure Jack wielded and concentrated on pleasing Spencer. In her position, cheek pressed to the mattress, face poised at the edge of the bed, she focused on sucking Spencer each time he slid between her lips. In her mind she thought of nothing but keeping her mouth open for him. She was a captive slave, a prized hostage. Spencer grabbed her hair and pumped her mouth at a frenzied pace. As he poured his seed down her throat, she was nothing and everything all at once.

There was a place Rory went when her senses overloaded and the endorphins took her over the edge. She felt like she was drifting on a cloud, blowing in the wind. It was peaceful. She was outside of herself, staring at her image in the mirror as if it was a window to another bedroom. Two men she loved had reduced her to mere flesh for their pleasure alone. Her body began to shudder, and a grit-filled moan formed in her throat.

“Here it comes, sweetheart,” Jack growled. “I want it. It’s mine.”

She burst into pieces. That moan turned into a sob as the orgasm slammed through her. She was exhausted by the time the last tingle fled her toes. Aftershocks raged in her core, and she was left in a limp pile.

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Author Bio:

If you asked her, she'd say it all started with her vast collection of paper dolls. That's how long Alyssa Turner has been crafting intricate story lines full of twists and turns and memorable characters. Thirty years later, her stories are now quite grown up.

She writes erotica and erotic romance in all lengths, having been featured in the notable anthologies of Best Women's Erotica, edited by Violet Blue and several from Rachel Kramer Bussel. With her proclivity for the ménage genre, Alyssa is often recognized for weaving complexity and emotional depth into her characters and plots.

Alyssa has more than several full length novels under her belt including bestsellers in gay romance. Read more about Alyssa Turner and preview her published works on her blog.

Blurb:

Even a Master needs a savior...or two.

Successful engineering executive, Jack Rothman thought he was finally free to be the Dom he was meant to become. His submissives, Rory Campbell and Spencer Hartley are soon to be married, and his place as their Dominant is unshakeable. Then Jack loses the one thing a Dom requires…control over his life.

Rory can’t wait to get married, but she can’t marry both of her men—not in the eyes of the law or her overbearing, critical parents. She must find the courage to tell her parents the truth about her poly relationship, despite the sudden absence of her Dominant’s strength. If she wants the happily-ever-after wedding she’s always dreamed of, she’ll have to learn to fight for it on her own.

Spencer knows that lies are a poison that destroys from within.  Now that he’s come to terms with his bisexuality he’s ready to settle down with the woman he loves and the man he can’t live without. Only the future that seemed so bright is in danger of being swept out of his hands. He’s watching his fiancée fall apart, his Dom fade away and there’s nothing he can do about it…or is there?

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