Bound and Punished by the Brothers: Theirs To Take

Theirs To Take is now available at most retailers (All Romance coming soon — if I survive the upload process). 

Here is a naughtier excerpt from the book. In this scene, the brothers are preparing Eva for punishment... 

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“A dozen strokes and some incentive to stay put when you’re told to stay put,” Syn said.

Gabriel watched it all silently. Syn was in charge of tonight’s punishment.

He picked up the leather restraints first. “Hold out your hands.”

I did, knowing there was no alternative. Syn wrapped the cuffs around my wrists and Gabriel picked up the chain, attaching it to the cuffs before running it through a ring attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling above my head. I hadn’t noticed that chain the other night. He then pulled on it, drawing my arms up over my head until I stood on tiptoe. He held the other end of it in his hands and waited for Syn to continue.

Syn picked up the bottle and opened it, squeezing some of what I now knew was lubricant onto his fingers, deliberately watching me as he did before coming to stand behind me.

“What’s that for?” I asked, shifting a little but unable to go anywhere.

“That incentive I mentioned,” he said, one hand gripping my hip and pulling my bottom cheek out.

“Not there, please…”

My plea fell on deaf ears though as his fingers coarsely circled my back hole. I looked up to find Gabriel’s golden gaze upon me and my face heated in embarrassment. But that was quickly replaced with a burning pain as Syn pushed his finger inside me.

I cried out, the invasion too fast, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he began to move his finger in and out of my bottom, gripping me tightly enough that I remained still as he thoroughly invaded me.

“Please… stop.”

At that, the hand that held my hip moved around to clutch my sex. I gasped when his fingers began to work my clit, sending confusing sensations through me, pain opposing the ultimate pleasure of his fingers massaging my wet sex.

I made the mistake of meeting Gabriel’s intense gaze as my mouth fell open and Syn added a second finger, lubricating my bottom hole, the sensations coupled with my utter helpless humiliation serving to arouse me like nothing else.

“Your pussy’s wet, Eva. Soaked, in fact,” Syn said from behind me.

I kept my eyes on Gabriel, my knees weakening beneath me with Syn’s continued attentions.

“I’m going to like fucking that dripping pussy later,” he whispered into my ear, standing close enough that I felt his cock press against my hip through his pants.

I swallowed, exhaling when he pulled his fingers out, leaving me feeling suddenly empty. I watched as he wiped off his hand, picked up the hook like thing and lubricated the ball at the end. That was when I panicked, when I realized where he intended to put the thing.

“You can’t!” I pulled at my restraints but Gabriel held tight and Syn came around behind me once more. 

“Please… you can’t!”

“Shh,” Syn said. “Be still now. It’s not all bad.”

With that, his hand was at my sex again and the pleasure of his fingers battled with fear of what now pressed against my back hole.

“Push against it, Evangeline,” Gabriel said. “Like you will when you take my cock inside your ass.”

Take him inside… he couldn’t do that. Surely…

Gabriel tugged the chain, stretching me a little higher, demanding my full attention.

“Take it in and I’ll let you come before I punish you. Be a good girl for us and take it, Eva,” Syn said, his fingers working my clit at a frantic pace.

I found myself obeying, pushing against the unyielding steel ball as he slowly worked it inside me, pinching my clit harder, rubbing it faster as he did. Finally, I felt myself stretch at the widest point of it, the sensation of burning, of the thing filling me, the strangest combination of pain and pleasure I’d ever felt, and even through this humiliation, somehow, I came. I came hard, squeezing my legs together around Syn’s hand, the walls of my pussy looking for something to close around while my ass took in the ball, the muscles clamping down around the steel as if trying to milk it.

I closed my eyes for an instant or an eternity — I wasn’t sure which — but when I opened them again, I found Gabriel’s golden gaze on mine, desire having darkened those eyes as he watched his brother make me come.

“Good girl,” Syn said when I relaxed my legs and released his hand.

My breathing came hard and fast, my eyes on Gabriel, lust a palpable thing pouring off of him in waves. 

When Syn gripped a handful of hair and tugged my head back, I opened my mouth to his, wanting him to kiss me, to devour me whole while his brother watched.

I was vaguely aware of Gabriel moving behind me. Syn released me as I heard a click and a moment later, felt pressure on the hook inside my ass. The brothers came around to stand before me and I finally understood what all this meant, why they’d done what they’d done. They had bound me to myself. Standing on tiptoe, the slightest movement would cause the hook to pull, lifting my hips higher the moment I relaxed my feet to stand flat.

Syn picked up the cane then and disappeared behind me. Tears filled my eyes at the pain I knew was moments away, a pain I dreaded but in a way, wanted, needed.

“We’ll break this up. Pleasure and pain, Eva. Pain and pleasure. The one always intensifies the other.”

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Blurb

Eva Webb didn't know what she'd find the night she secretly followed her fiancé. She had feared he was meeting another woman. 

But it was so much worse than that.

The man she loved betrayed her, packing her onto a truck destined for the black market to be sold to the highest bidder. 

But when the vehicle is ambushed, she is delivered into the hands of her fiancé's worst enemies: vigilante brothers who would stop at nothing to take him down.

For Gabriel and Syn Rivera, hijacking the truck and stealing its cargo was another job, another way of taking back what was stolen from them. 

Discovering Eva on board was an unexpected bonus. 

They now held in their grasp the one thing that could bring down an entire organization, making her a pawn in a deadly game — a game in which she would need their protection in order to survive. That protection would come at a price though. The brothers, who have always shared their women, would require her submission.

But Eva would soon learn that in a world where criminals often wear two faces, lust can easily be mistaken for love — and putting your trust in the wrong people can get you killed.

Publisher’s Note: Intended for mature readers. Over 18 only. 

This romantic suspense includes MFM Ménage (no sexual contact between the men), graphic sexuality, D/s, exhibitionism, spanking, bondage, anal play and other BDSM activities. If such content might offend you, please don’t buy this book. 

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The First Punishment Scene from Captive, Mine

I wanted to share a little bit about why and how Captive, Mine, my upcoming release with Trent Evans, came about.

When thoughts of this project began to form, I'd been writing for a little while and really enjoying what I was doing. I felt truly lucky that this could be my work. My husband is very supportive and encouraging and I bounce ideas off him all the time, and one of the things that came up for me is that at a certain point, I was feeling like my writing was 'stuck'. Given this, I knew what I wanted to do, where I wanted to go, but wasn't confident enough to go there on my own. I guess I wanted someone to hold my hand in a way. I knew what I wanted to write - or at least had some idea of it, and Trent was always the one who came up in the back of my mind as a co-author.

Now, I love Trent's writing. I have since I read Maintenance Night, and it took me some time to get the nerve up to ask him if he'd do this project with me, but I did and he said yes (obviously :). And I think I accomplished what I set out to accomplish. This book pushes a little more and there are a couple of scenes, one in particular, that I wrote and still think 'OMG, should I take that out?' I didn't. 

The writing process itself is interesting too when working with another author. When you're sharing the writing of a story with a very loose plot idea, things can go in directions you did not expect - which really is the point - at least it was for me in the writing of Captive, Mine. There was one scene in particular I still remember. I got the message from Trent that he was done and it was back to me and when I read the scene, my first thought was 'no, Lily can't do that, we'll have to change this...' But then I stopped (I'm quick- draw with an e-mail sometimes). I wrote my scene based on the direction he'd chosen for this particular piece and in doing so, was pushed a little out of my comfort zone, which is, again, what I wanted. It also made Lily up to be a heroine she might not have otherwise been. 

I read the story now and it makes my belly go funny - it's the only way to describe it. I hope you all have the same feeling.

I'm sharing a piece from Lake's POV today. This is Lily's first punishment:

It was time she learned that first lesson.

Opening the rear passenger door on the driver’s side, he climbed in, closing it behind him, the air inside still, quiet. Her chest heaved with her panicky breathing, her nostrils flaring. Her body leaned against her door, as far from him as she could get.

“When I tell you to do something, Ms. Cross, you’d damn well better do it.” He brought his face closer to hers, inhaling the clean scent of her perfume. He spoke slowly, steel in his voice.

“You’re going to learn to start obeying me. And you want to know why? Because it’s going to keep us alive, but more importantly, you’ll do it because I told you to. Do you understand?”

Her eyes grew wide, and she looked down at the tape. He reached for it, curling fingers under one corner. “I’ll pull this back, and I’d better hear the words: ‘Yes, Sir’” His fingers yanked it to the side, leaving it to hang from her flushed cheek

“Fuck, that hurts!” She reached up with her cuffed hands, running fingertips along her lips.

“Those weren’t the words I wanted to hear.” He batted her hands away, stilling her with a fist twisting in her hair and a slap of the tape back over swollen, reddened lips. “That’s going to cost you.”

Her eyes narrowed, and enraged, but unintelligible, squalling erupted from behind the tape, two utterances sounding suspiciously close to “asshole.”

Not a quick learner, this one.

He found he rather appreciated that — but first it was time to get the beautiful woman’s attention. Sliding toward the middle of the rear bench seat, he deftly unlatched her belt. She moved instantly, trying to lunge forward. He threaded his fingers into the rich, silky weight of her hair then clenched his fist. She froze, her eyes squeezing shut with a pained grunt.

Yanking roughly, he pulled her down, drawing her over his lap. Her cuffed hands pushed at his lap as she tried to rise, but he grasped them by the chain linking her wrists, and hauled her hands out in front of her. He yanked her blouse from the clutch of her dark jeans, rucking it up to expose the satin paleness of her lower back.

She kicked out, hard, her heel connecting against the door with a loud thud, and she pushed against it with surprising strength. He twisted his fist in her hair further, and she squealed once more. Pulling one leg from beneath her struggling body, he laid it over the back of her kicking legs, clamping down on them until only her feet drummed against the door. He leaned over her, his lips at her ear.

“You’ll lie still, or it’ll be worse for you. Nobody knows you’re out here. Nobody. Be good, and this’ll be quick.”

Though he wanted this lesson to get through to her, part of him hoped very much that she’d defy his order.

Of course, she struggled and squirmed, no matter how fruitless it was. He allowed himself a grim smile at her fire, knowing it was going to make things all the harder — but knowing it made things all the more interesting too.

The jeans she wore hugged her figure well, and up close, he got the first good glimpse at it. Despite her petite build, her ass was actually quite generous, plump and round, the jeans displaying its curves enticingly.

Survival first, Lake. Then you can indulge yourself.

But that wasn’t quite true. She needed to learn — and the faster, the better — that doing what she was told was vital for her, for her very survival — and it was vital for the comfort of that little bubble butt she’d been hiding too.

He’d teach her a lesson, but there was nothing wrong with enjoying himself while he did it.

Pushing her head down steadily, he held her by the hair at the base of her skull, not allowing her an inch of movement. He brought his hand down on her jeans-clad ass once, then again, harder. The rough fabric stung his palm.

She froze, a puzzled little sound coming from behind the tape. Then, as if a switch had been turned on, her entire body writhed in every direction, her hips rising and falling as she struggled against the iron grip of his legs. He felt his cock stir as she moved against him, the feeling of overpowering her with his strength speaking to something deep inside himself he hadn’t known was there.

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That's it for now! If you'd like to read an excerpt Trent shared a few days ago, click here. We're in the process of formatting now and hopefully, the book will be up for sale before the weekend!

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Blurb

The day my father agreed to testify against Terrence Randall, one of the most ruthless drug traffickers in North America, was the day I became a target to the drug lord’s enraged vengeance. I was the one thing that stood in the way of Daddy’s testimony, the one thing that could save Randall, and he’d stop at nothing to get his hands on me.

I was prepared for what was coming — as prepared as one could be when vanishing into the U.S. Marshal’s Witness Protection Program.

I just wasn’t prepared for him.

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For ex-Navy SEAL turned mercenary, escorting Lily Cross into the Witness Protection Program was just another job — until a better offer came along. Lake Freeman couldn’t have cared less about the life he’d been hired to protect. After all, she was a part of the very organization that had cost him so much already.

At least he never expected to care.

But when forced into a decision he never thought he’d have to make, the mission became one of survival for himself and his beautiful charge. Lake knew that in order to protect her, he’d need to bring the feisty and unpredictable Lily to heel -- he couldn't keep her safe if he couldn't keep her under control.

  

But that protective urge quickly turned into something else, something dark ... and his need to conquer, to claim, overrode all else.

He would keep her safe. He would keep her protected. But he would make her his, as well.

Now, all he had to do was figure out how to keep them both alive long enough to do it...

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