Special Guest: Lynn Burke

I’m pleased to welcome Lynn Burke back to the blog with her latest release 🙂

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First Time
Elite Escorts #3
Cover by: Jay Aheer
 Keywords: Erotic, Romance, Contemporary, BDSM, Suspense

*Warning: physical and verbal abuse triggers, bondage
Daniel Cooney loves to tie women up and is nicely compensated for his services as an Elite escort. He’s no sadist, however, but a gentle dominant who longs for a woman of his own, one who won’t be intimidated by his size and ropes.Becky Eaton bends over backwards to help her boyfriend work through his mental problems, but her submissive nature enables his sick desires to turn vicious. His plans to exploit her for his pleasure backfires … Becky experiences desire—and a climax—for the first time beneath another man’s command. Master Cooney’s tender touch awakens her in ways she never expected.


Beaten and broken, Becky
s tattered heart yearns for what could be, and while Daniel’s strength proves a pillar of support, she must find the courage within to escape a murderous monster—before it’s too late.

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EXCERPT:
*Warning: Verbal and emotional abuse triggers

I entered the lounge to find the dimmed area already packed. Every stool at the bar along the right was taken, and the groupings of chairs and couches scattered around the room held parties in full-on fun mode.

Naked flesh. Blowjobs. The sounds of asses being tanned—and fucked—filtered through the soft music drifting down from overhead. 

One new couple caught my attention. Arrogance oozed from the wiry Dom as he stared at a woman getting her ass handed to her. His unimpressive hard-on ridged the front of his leather pants. A single rose tattoo inked his arm. 

The voluptuous, dark-haired woman on the leash behind him … wide hips, thick thighs that would be gorgeous wrapped in rope, huge bare breasts with large, soft nipples. 

Not an exhibitionist or voyeur…  

She didn’t follow her Sir meekly as he walked around. She cowered behind him. 

An insecure and co-dependent, with a Dom who took advantage of her quiet nature, my gut told me, sending a tingle of anger down my spine. I stepped off to the side and watched as he led her around the room. They drew near, and I forced myself to keep my gaze on her rather than the prick leading her around like a dog.

“How about this?” the wiry man chuckled, drawing her forward to the ménage scene on the couch to my left. “Double penetration. Two cocks shoved so far up your dry cunt you can’t remember your name?” He laughed again, and the woman trembled, her hands sneaking down to cover the thatch of black hair hiding her pussy.

My fist itched to break Wiry’s nose, the first hint of violence I’d felt in years.

“Well?” Wiry asked, yanking on her lead rope when she didn’t answer. “Does this turn that frigid, fat body of yours on?”

“N-no, Sir.”

“Goddamnit, Becky.” Wiry strode off, pulling her behind him. “The fuck is wrong with you?”
Tearing my gaze off her swaying, lush ass, I swore. Striding across the lounge didn’t lessen my anger, and I continued on with my cussing through the guarded door leading to the private rooms and down the carpeted hall. I wasn’t prone to violence, but if those two were taking the bondage class, I was in deep shit.

“Not my monkey, not my circus,” I muttered while pushing open the door to the private room Chantelle had set up for classes. “Don’t get involved.”

Adrenaline laced my bloodstream, but my hands held steady while rifling through the supplies of silk and hemp rope that had been laid out. A few basic knots, I thought, trying to focus on the task ahead of me. I pulled a chair onto the stage, positioning it on a side angle from where my small audience would sit. 

Ask for a volunteer, Chantelle had said. I snorted. I highly doubted I’d get away without having to talk someone into sitting on the chair while their spouse or partner watched. 

“Hopefully, one of the new Doms won’t mind sharing for an hour,” I muttered to myself.
Or, my conscious whispered, maybe Wiry and Becky will be in the class, and you can ask her to join you on stage. Show her what a real Dom is like.

I shook my head. 

Not. Getting. Involved.


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About Lynn Burke

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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A Productive Year

I’ve mentioned a few times last year that I was struggling to find my writing groove, and that I’d had so many releases in 2016 (six of which were within a two month period!) that I felt a bit burned out. I wrote here and there, and each time I hoped that I’d worked through what was getting in my way. Ghosts of Midsummer Theatre did break that long period of no progression, but then I had surgery and the recovery time was longer than I thought it would be. Between the pain, the meds, and the adjusting to life after surgery, I lost the groove again *sigh*

However, I am happy to report that I’ve broken through that post-surgery rut and the words are again flowing. I’m just writing what is coming to me and not forcing anything at this point. I’m just letting it flow and enjoy the writing again 🙂 What am I writing? I’ll let you in on one of the projects I’m working on.

Revenant Investigations book five, which features two new characters to the series (no worries, our favorite Revenant investigators make an appearance). I will also tell you that the lead female character is the new medium that Folger has finally hired.

It feels so good to be writing again, to have the creativity alive and well. This year is going to be very productive at this rate!

 

Happy 2018!

Happy New Year, my lovely readers!!!

I want to thank each and every one of you for reading my books and sticking with me as I struggled through the rough patches. You all keep me writing and I really cannot thank you enough ❤ The winner of the giveaway has been chosen and contacted- look for more giveaways in the future!

I wish you all a happy, healthy 2018 ❤ ❤ ❤

Son of Thunder

Today I am on Entangled Publishing’s blog talking about what stages I go through while writing a book 🙂 It was a fun post to write, and it has gifs! Head on over by clicking the link picture below.

And you can still get Son of Thunder for $0.99!

Special Guest: Allyson Young

Hello everyone! I’m pleased to welcome Allyson Young to the blog with her newest release 🙂

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Blurb:
River Fortuna’s wolf is awake and pacing, anticipating their
first heat. Traumatized by early misunderstandings of shifter sexuality, River
intends to avoid being claimed at all cost. She doesn’t plan on meeting
handsome, virile Alpha Jett Reeves.
Jett is instantly drawn to River, his pheromones flooding to
trigger her heat and force her sexual surrender, despite her tangible—and
unlawful—means of avoidance.
Initially a mindless slave to her hormones, River comes to
accept Jett past his ability to assuage her sexual need and falls in love with
him. Unable to label his myriad of feelings, Jett doesn’t reciprocate, and she
is devastated, realizing she is locked in a lifelong, loveless partnership.
Attacked by a rogue shifter, River wakes with no memory, and
Jett must face the fact that what he felt for River all along was love—and find
a way to bring her back to him.
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Excerpt:
 
They rode the elevator to the
sixth floor in near silence, the eddies of lust making the small space nearly
insufferable for him, and his mate leaned against the wall as though she might
slip to the floor any moment. Her brow and temples glistened with sweat and her
fingers twitched spasmodically. She was coming into her full heat and fighting
it all the way.
Stepping off when the doors
opened, he strode in the direction the small arrow indicated and found the room
within several yards. The key card gave them entrance and he flicked on the
light. He shoved the cases just inside the door, blocking the heavy panel with
his forearm so it wouldn’t close. “In you go, River.”
Did women trudge? His woman did,
despite the trembling of her entire body. His heart ached at her trepidation
despite the all-encompassing lust he experienced. Her head down, intense need
radiating to pull him in, he threw the deadbolt, and then gave in to what their
nature decreed.
 Thrusting his hand through
her thick mane, his fingers weaving among the long, silky strands just as he’d
fantasized, he drew her head back and forced her to look him in the eyes. Hers
were dilated, the rich brown irises nearly eclipsed by the stark black of her
pupils. Square, white teeth clenched her full bottom lip, presumably to control
panting, because she drew draughts of air in through her nose. He could detect
the threads of resignation weaving through her vast need, her intense heat
rapidly eclipsing any coherent thought. Regret that he’d caused this once again
pierced his own narrowly shrinking focus—but only briefly. He lowered his head
and took her mouth.
Sweetness and life burst over his
senses at his first taste, and he groaned against her full lips even as his
tongue made a foray past them. River totally surrendered, as female wolves do
when they met their fated mate, and he barely had time for that thought—fated
mate
—before he wrapped an arm around her limp form. Two steps and they fell
to the big bed, the mattress compressing beneath their combined weight as he
ravished her mouth. She opened to let him in and gave up all the flavor that
was uniquely her.
He reluctantly tore his lips away
to rear up and shred the plain shirt that hid her from his view. Her lightly
tanned skin filled his vision as her utilitarian bra met the same fate, and he
noted with pleasure how modest her tan lines were. His wolf rose up. Mine. The
growling claim resounded in the room and her eyes fluttered open and she
blinked. Behind the thicket of her dark lashes, a sexual haze again blurred the
rich chocolate, and her lids drifted shut.
Once they came to know one
another, their coming together could be slowed and savored, but for now, he
needed to visibly establish his claim. His frantic cock shuddered in agreement
as he demolished the tough denim of her jeans, taking care not to score her
soft skin with a claw.
With her nude beneath him, his
gaze drawn to the soft, pale fur at her apex, he willed his other-self back,
and his claws retracted. Lord knew what she’d seen when she’d stared up at him.
Probably a wild-eyed beast intent on its succulent prey, and he
blessed the Mother and the mating heat that River hadn’t screamed in fear. Only
an alpha could partially shift, and it was unlikely she’d seen one in such a
state before.
His own apparel fell away as he
quickly stripped and then blanketed his mate’s writhing form. Velvety
flesh met his own in a haze of heat and sensation.
“Please.” Her plea was strangled
and all the more evocative because of it.
“I’ll take care of you,” he promised.
“Always.”
 
 
About the author;
 
Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. She
worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic
romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica. 
Allyson will write until
whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.
 
Twitter:  Allyson Young
@allysonyoung45

 

An Excerpt of Ghosts of Kingston Cottage

Happy Sunday! For your reading pleasure, an excerpt of Ghosts of Kingston Cottage (Revenant Investigations book one).

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Arriving at the docks around a quarter to seven, Arabella wasn’t surprised to find Nick and Lena already loading the tech equipment onboard the Mad Hatter’s Mistress. She also wasn’t surprised to see the boat’s captain, Dustin Hatter, looking at her from the top of the boat ramp as if she were late to some gala event.

She hurried up the ramp. “Captain, thanks for doing this on such short notice.”

He raised a gray eyebrow before bringing her in for a hug. “Lass, it’s no problem. You know I love you kids.”

That’s how the fifty-three-year-old seaman referred to her and the rest of the Revenant crew—his ‘kids.’ He’d known all of them since they were babies. He was still good friends with her father, who worked on the boats as an engineer. He used to say ‘kids’ to annoy them, but now it was a heartfelt endearment.

He took her bag, helping her aboard. “So, where’s the skeptic?”

“Don’t know. Folger promised he’d be here on time, though. He still has a few minutes.”

“We’ll see about that, lass,” Dustin said, then he took her duffle bag below deck.

The Mad Hatter’s Mistress was a large boat—Dustin hauled fish and other seafood during their seasons. The twenty-five minute journey to Kingston Island would be a breeze, even with all of Nick’s delicate technical equipment on board.

In season, Dustin had three crew members. None were taking the journey today.

Out of the corner of her eye, as she looked out to the ocean towards the lighthouse, she saw Nick come back out to the deck.

“Hey, early bird,” she teased, giving him a hug when he reached her.

Nick had hated mornings since they were in high school. The only time he had voluntarily woken before ten was for Saturday morning cartoons. His blond hair had the bedhead look, as if he had just run his hand through it a couple of times after showering and that was it.

“I wanted to make sure everything was ready by seven, and Dustin said he’d be here early so that I could load all the equipment. Lena here—” he gestured behind him as she came out of the wheelhouse “—joined me about a half hour ago.”

Lena, her brown hair in a short ponytail, gave her a hug. “Morning, hon.”

“Morning.”

“Looks like our skeptic is here.” Nick pointed at the end of the dock, where a man walked toward the boat, shading his eyes to read the names of the vessels.

Arabella was not expecting the reporter to be so…well…cute. Tall, dark brown hair, lean build. The closer he got, the more her hormones liked him. Geez.

“Ooo,” Lena teased, “he has the rugged-sexy thing going on. Your favorite.”

Arabella rolled her eyes. “Shut up.”

Lucas Brown stepped up the ramp. He did have the rugged-sexy thing going on, with his short hair and scruffy jawline, as if he had missed shaving for a few days. Damn it.

“You must be our skeptic.” She gave him her best welcoming smile and held out her hand. “I’m Arabella Pierce.”

He adjusted the straps of his two duffle bags before smiling back and shaking her hand. That smile caught her off guard, but she managed to hide her surprise. God, that smile could melt a woman.

“Lucas Brown, nice to meet you,” he said.

“And you. This is Lena Tompson, lead investigator and our empath. And this is Nick Mitchell, tech superman. No gift of the dead.”

He shook hands with the group.

Nick gestured to Lucas’s luggage. “Let me take your bags. I’ll put them down in the crew quarters.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem,” Nick replied.

While they didn’t know Lucas yet, his…vibe, so to speak, was a pleasant one. Arabella’s gift with the dead had taught her to rely on her senses. The other skeptics who came along on hunts felt off-putting—Lucas did not. That didn’t mean he was trustworthy. It just meant he had manners. After all, her senses had been wrong before.

Being rude wouldn’t help the situation, so Arabella swallowed her unease and decided to continue to be as nice as possible.

“Come on,” Lena said to Nick after he had Lucas’s bags in hand, “let’s get everything secured for the trip. Almost time to head out.”

“We didn’t know you were coming until yesterday,” Arabella said as her friends walked away, “so we weren’t certain what to expect from you. I will admit, you’re one of the few skeptics we’ve worked with who seems to be polite.”

“Folger explained your experiences with other skeptics. I want you to know I’m not that kind of guy,” he said. “I come in, ask questions, and watch. I will not ridicule or make a joke of your work. I promise. But if I find that there’s a chance of fraud, I will report it to my readers.”

Arabella stared at him, meeting his green eyes. Not what I was expecting. “That’s to be expected, but you won’t find fraud here. As you know, Lena—”

“Time to go, boys and girls,” Dustin announced. “Grab the ramp and the ropes, lass.”

“You grab the ramp, Mr. Skeptic,” she said. “I’ll get the ropes.”

After they were underway, Arabella took Lucas below deck to join Nick and Lena. He had caught her off guard with his sincerity, but Arabella had a suspicion that he was trying to break down her defenses. While proving a ghost was haunting the cottage was part of his investigation, it wasn’t the actual reason he was with them. He was there to investigate her, the medium on the hunt. And that made her wonder how Lucas had managed to convince Folger to let him come along.

The investigative crew gathered at the boat’s only table for a briefing. The table was large and could seat ten people. Lucas sat right across from Arabella, piercing her with those bright green eyes. Her mouth went dry—she cleared it, and focused on the case.