Esmerelda’s Secret – an excerpt

Esmerelda’s Secret

(#eroticromance #contemporary #MF)

EsmereldasSecret_smEsmerelda, harboring deadly secrets and passionate desires…

Esmerelda, Massachusetts, a community built on tradition, held secrets and painful memories. John William (J.W.) Dalton and Willow MacKenzie had once been passionate lovers, two halves of one soul, torn apart by greed and misunderstanding. Now, ten years later, J.W. is sheriff and Willow has returned to Esmerelda to finally lay to rest the tormenting ghosts that continue to haunt her. Her love for J.W. has never died. Willow’s return will open old wounds. Can J.W. protect her from the destructive truth that awaits?

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… “Hello, Willow. It’s been a long time. I’m sorry about your mother, but I hope you’re not planning on staying long. We don’t need your kind around here.” His voice caressed and destroyed her in the same breath.

So much for pleasantries. The words had been meant to hurt and to send her into retreat. Hurt, they did. Retreat, never. She would not let him see her pain.

Willow turned away, rummaging through her suitcase, blinking rapidly to hold back the tears. She couldn’t find what she sought, so stopped looking. “What do you want, Sheriff? Are you here to railroad me out of town before I can cause another scandal?” She faced him, in control of herself now. Her hands were balled into fists, her stance rigid, and her head high. “I’m not seventeen, Sheriff, and I don’t scare easily. I’ll leave when I’m damn well ready to leave. Your scare tactics won’t work.”

“Think not?” His voice was deceptively quiet. “You’ve forgotten a lot since you left.”

He stood close enough to taste. His magnetism captured her. Willow had the sinking feeling her yearnings would defeat her.

Willow had been certain the years would blunt her response to J.W. She had underestimated. Exorcising his memory was why she was here, but it wasn’t working so far.

She stood mesmerized, unable to move, as he reached out and traced down the length of her naked arm with one finger. Chilled awareness raced up her spine.

Willow moved to step away, but one hand grasped her forearm, stopping her. His other hand yanked her close. The cheap white towel was no barrier to his fire. His breath whispered across her skin.

In a quick, unexpected motion, he dragged the turban from her head. Her hair fell in damp disarray to her shoulders.

J.W.’s unreadable eyes studied her. What was he looking for?

Willow withstood the look, unflinching. She would not surrender.

He anchored her to him, and the cold metal buttons on his shirt pressed into her. His left hand curled in her hair, and he was relentless as he drew back her head. “Sunlight. I wanted to see if it was still the sunlight I remembered.”

Loving him had never been passive. It was filled with intensity and burning, fierce and passionate.

“How many have there been?” His voice was like gravel under tires on a hot July day. The blue blaze in his half-closed eyes seared her with its intensity.

Willow did not pretend to misunderstand. “None of your business. You gave up that right a long time ago.”

She remained unresisting as his eyes bore into her, yet hoped she revealed none of the primitive lust seething inside. Her fingers itched to rip open his shirt, to expose his naked chest to her eyes, to her mouth.

Her breath hitched. The room closed in.

Without warning, he released her other arm and yanked the towel from her body.

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Odium

(#MM, #eroticromance, #contemporary, #bdsm, #submission)

Odium_smSomething is missing from Chaz’s life and it’s going to kill his career as an artist if he can’t resolve it. What’s missing is passion—real, honest-to-goodness passion—and emotional connection. Without it, there is no art. In desperation to find answers, Chaz takes a job at an all-night diner, hoping something, or someone, will spark that passion.
He’s not wrong, because one night, a mysterious man with a simple tattoo enters the diner. Chaz senses something different about the stranger, and becomes intrigued when the man arrives with a different date every Friday night. And what transpires in that last booth on Fridays at midnight is enough to spark anyone’s libido.

Icarus Smith, a former slave in the BDSM world, is trying to break out of a lifestyle that has become onorous and destructive. And he has taken drastic measures to accomplish this, but it’s not easy turning to affluent clients with dark needs for the only relationships he allows himself. Things, however, are about to change. … When a new employee shows up at the diner, all hell breaks loose for both Chaz and Icarus as they fight against the unrelenting grip of fate.

Two men, vastly different, and yet some spark, some need, some danger draws one to the other. Is it simply desperation, or can this be true love, the one thing that has eluded both men until now?

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Caution: Wet Paint

#erotic romance #menage #bisexual #multicultural

Caution_WetPaint_smLove defies boundaries as three passionate lovers, torn apart by circumstances, are reunited once again.

Artists Arturo Cipriano and Prince Samir Zahi first met four years ago and discovered shared passion, both in art and in bed. Yet it wasn’t until these men found their muse—their perfect woman—in the form of Clara Simms, that their world became complete and their shared flame burned the brightest. But eventually, Samir was recalled to his war-torn country, separated from his lovers and his passions. For three long years, Arturo and Clara had tried to go on without him, but nothing was quite the same.

But now Samir returns, and no reunion has ever been as blistering. This time, will their love triangle last, or will it once again be torn asunder?

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White Lightning

WhiteLightning_sm…I was captivated by the potent white lightning romance… In Kentucky, where loyalty means everything, secrets and disloyalty can kill…

#MMromance #contemporary #erotic

In Kentucky, where loyalty means everything, secrets and disloyalty can kill, Linc, the son of a mountain moonshiner, and Whit, the son of the local banker, had dreams of a future together far from the Kentucky hills. But one dangerously foolish act culminated in Linc’s need to make a painful decision in order to protect his secret lover. Whit left, and the years have made Linc a hard, dangerous, and lonely man.

When Whit left for college, they’d made a promise to each other. Whit would have stood by Linc no matter what, but Linc shut him out. Years later, a successful New York entrepreneur, love still eluded Whit. Those very hills and the memory of his Kentucky lover called him back to find closure, one way or the other. Whit couldn’t have picked a worse time to return to Kentucky as a murderous war was about to erupt. Moonshine and bad choices tore Whit and Linc apart a long time ago. Can Linc protect Whit, the man he still loved, from being drawn into the power struggle between moonshiners and drug lords, or would they both die when the smoke cleared, never having a chance to reclaim the love they thought lost?

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A View To Possession – Excerpt

SYNOPSIS:

Submissives Aurora and Tad mourn the loss of their beloved mistress.AViewtoPossession_sm Two years after her death, although they have each other and the club that Aurora was left by Mistress Martine, it doesn’t seem to be enough.  Something is missing.  Enter Master Constantine Jardine.

Excerpt:

Con Jardine leaned back against the bar and studied the occupants of the room. For eight weeks he’d been coming here. By now he was familiar enough with the layout and routine of the place. For two years, ever since Martine’s death, he’d kept an eye on the Noir Dance from a distance. She’d been a good friend and he’d made her a promise.

He’d watched the nightclub prosper, seen that Mistress Martine’s two beloved subs did not find themselves in deep water that they couldn’t swim out of. Martine had indicated she wasn’t sure Aurora was up to the demands she had thrust onto her shoulders and was worried about their security and happiness.

 

After finally extricating himself from his own demanding obligations back in New York, and uncollaring the sub who’d been with him for the last three years while he’d been on assignment in New York, he’d made arrangements to travel back to Reno to check firsthand on the pair. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t have brought Ella with him, it’s just that she preferred to stay in New York and not return with him to Nevada. They had parted on amicable terms. He had enjoyed her while they were together, but he wasn’t heartbroken by her decision to remain behind.

Reports from his acquaintances were that this pair was doing fine, but he wanted to see for himself. He felt a responsibility to Martine to personally make sure everything was going well, even though the reports he’d received on the club indicated they were.

At first he’d waited. He needed some space after the last lengthy relationship, time to breathe and get his own affairs in order. Yet something had drawn him to the club, some urgency he hadn’t quite understood. He was glad he had come because on the surface everything proceeded as though Martine still ran the place. But every night, as he watched the pair do their nightly appearance at midnight, that was when he was afforded an opportunity to really study them. And things were not right with them. He sensed the undercurrents of unease.

Over the years, having possessed his own share of slaves and submissives, he knew how to read people. Here were two people playacting, going through the motions, but still grieving for the loss of their domme. Aurora wore the role of mistress well, but behind the mask of domme was a sad, grieving sub who had made a promise to her mistress and was determined to carry it out no matter that her heart and soul lay bruised and unappreciated.

Tad was an intriguing young man, following Aurora around like a little puppy dog, acceding to her wishes, her commands. Con could see he cared for Aurora, but the respectful demeanor of a sub for his domme was not evident. And his gaze often roved over the bar, as though seeking something, someone to fill the void. Martine had said they both required a firm hand and that’s why she had come to Con. She’d worried about them right up until the end. She had contacted Con in desperation.

He could feel the crackle of the letters in his vest pocket. Her last words to them—if they should be needed. After two months of studying them, both here in the club, and as they went about their daily lives, he knew it was time. They were like lost sheep who pretended to know their way. Intelligent and careful, or they would have been gobbled up by the worst element by now, but still lost and in pain. He respected that demeanor of strength. Neither were willing to give up their freedom, or offer themselves to just anyone.

He was the one who could make it right for them. He had exerted patience over the last eight weeks, allowing them to see him, to become accustomed to his presence, to watch him, gauge his suitability. He had never been the kind of dom to force himself on a sub, pushing his control on them. He wanted them to come to him willingly and tonight was the night to make his intentions known with this couple. He would not let Martine down, and he would show this pair they had a new home, a new guide.

The music changed and he glanced down at his watch. It was time for them to make their entrance. He glanced up as the double shiny silver doors at the end of the room opened and the crowd parted and hushed as though on command.

The majority of this goth audience played at bondage, tinkered with it, but were not dedicated to the lifestyle. They were intrigued by the idea of it. Maybe that’s why no one could see through the pair as they performed for the gathering. The dance floor cleared and the pulse of the deep music acted like a trance on the predominately young, wealthy audience. They waited in heightened anticipation, those with partners suddenly locked and touching intimately, the tantalizing anticipation deepening their desires. The perfume of sex and excitement permeating the air, now tinged with the thick, smoky incense filling the room.

And then they appeared.

 

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