Club trouble won’t keep Rock from bringing his son and Allie home.
Rock’s the VP of Phantom Riders MC. Dangerous. Unpredictable. Ruthless. A killer who’ll stop at nothing to keep what’s his. And he wants Allie and their son.
Allie had given Rock her virginity, and then ran away when she got pregnant. Seven years later he shows up at her door, demanding his son, and claiming her.
Lightning flashed throughout the room, causing me to wince at its closeness. The thunder that followed caused the windows to rattle. “You have no right−”
“You keep saying that, babe.” He ran his lips up and down the side of my neck, causing goose bumps to cover my flesh.
His hand moved to the hem of my dress. I panicked. “Rock−no!” He pulled the wet material until it was bunched at my thighs, and easily prevented my hand from removing his when I’d foolishly tried. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked in a low tone.
His low rumble against me stimulated certain needs in my body. My hand remained over his as he continued slowly until he’d reached the elastic to my panties. I held my breath, listening to his heavy breathing in my ear. His fingers teased the crease where the elastic rested, before flicking over the small triangle of silk covering my sex. I released a moan of pleasure, my knees buckling.
“You like that.” He stated it as a fact, running his finger over the material. I knew I was wet, and not from the rain. “You always did.” His tongue, teeth, and lips were moving over my skin as he said the words in a tone designed to ramp up the heat. I arched my neck to the side so he had better access. He made a rough sound, taking the edge of my halter top in his teeth and pulling it down my shoulder.
The louder the storm turned outside, the more intense the storm inside me became.
“I’m going to have you, baby,” he said gruffly. At the same time he roughly grabbed my panties and ripped them from my body.
Fancy a blast from the past? Then dip in to five short
stories from the Lucy Felthouse archive. A handful of her earliest published
tales have been polished up and presented to you in one seriously hot
collection. Enjoy a sexy soldier, a buxom babe, erotic daydreams, filthy phone
sex and a language barrier, and see where it all began for this prolific author
of erotica and erotic romance.
I couldn’t believe my luck when I heard what my next
editorial assignment was. In fact I discreetly pinched myself to make sure I
wasn’t dreaming.
My editor wanted me to write an article on Single Living
Accommodation in the British Army. The British Army. Big deal, I hear you
thinking. Perhaps I’d better explain. I have a real thing about men in uniform,
I always have had. Stick me in front of a hot guy in uniform and I’m putty in
their hands. So you see, I was rather excited at the prospect of being around
all those sexy men. And even better, I was going to be paid for it. Talk about
perks of the job.
The article was planned into an upcoming edition of the
glossy women’s magazine I work for. The ‘careers special’ was designed to give
the readers an insight into different industries and jobs within them.
I only had a few days to prepare for my assignment, so I did
my homework and made lots of notes. I always like to be well prepared, to avoid
the chance of messing something up and getting a bollocking from the editor.
Soon enough, the day arrived and I dragged myself out of bed
at 6 a.m.—a chore in itself as I’m not a morning person—got my things together
and took a taxi to the train station. I had strict instructions on where I had
to change trains, where I should go and who I should look for when arriving at
my destination. Corporal Matt Stokes would be there waiting for me. Given he’d
be in uniform, I wasn’t too worried about recognising him.
When I boarded the first train and got settled into my seat,
I grabbed my bag and pulled out a magazine. After reading the same page three
times and realising I still had no idea what it was about, I gave up. I allowed
my mind to wander. Would Corporal Stokes be attractive? Would he be tall and
slim; small and well-built? Aloof, cheeky; who knew? All I knew for sure was
that there was a good chance I’d think he was sexy simply because of what he
was wearing. In my opinion, the uniform screams masculinity and sex. It hides
what is beneath, leaving that to your imagination, but gives the impression of
the wearer being rough and ready—just how I like my men.
After a speedy change of trains, I relaxed and let my
thoughts wander for some time, until I heard the announcement that my station
was the next one. I got myself ready, checked I had all my stuff together and
perched on the edge of my seat. I was also aware that my daydreams had left me
feeling more than a little horny, and as a consequence, my underwear was damp.
I smiled to myself. I hadn’t even set eyes on a squaddie yet and my mind was in
the gutter. Heaven knows what I’d be like when I was surrounded by hard male
bodies, and the smell of sweat and spunk.
Perhaps I’d become immune to the charm of the uniform after
seeing it constantly for a couple of days? Only time would tell. Five minutes
to be precise; which was the time it took for the train to pull in at the
platform and for me to get off and look around for my lift. As I’d expected, he
wasn’t difficult to spot. As soon as I laid eyes on the six foot plus frame of
Corporal Stokes, I knew I would never get bored of that uniform as long as I
lived. Especially on him.
*****
Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance
novels Stately Pleasures (named in
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Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes
Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award,
and an Amazon bestseller) and The
Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas,
she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about
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Follow intern Blaine Sproles as he navigates his fellowship in the emergency department of a busy hospital.
After a particularly gruesome trauma, Blaine and attending physician, Doctor Kin Jerome, find themselves in a post-adrenaline fueled tryst. A surprise encounter that leaves Blaine questioning not only his impetuous behaviour but also his sexual orientation.
Though the more experienced Dr. Jerome sloughs it off as nothing more than adrenaline lust, a spontaneous burst of hormones after a traumatic experience, Blaine is not convinced and can’t stop thinking about it or the handsome older physician. Working so closely, the normally heterosexual men explore an intimate relationship built on mutual respect, caring and smoldering attraction.
But it’s uncharted territory for both men. Can it truly last? Or will it fizzle out just as quickly as it began, proving, the original hypothesis, that adrenaline lust is nothing more than a flash of hormonal desire without the need of emotional attachment or longevity?
Disclaimer: this story is erotica, gay-for-you, happy for now
My next big release is right around the corner! On 12/30 No Mercy will beout, it's available for pre-order now. I recently did an interview and one of the questions was, what was one of my favorite scenes in the book. The first thing that came to mind was the hospital scene between Rock and Allie. Rock is a ruthless, hard-core biker and alpha all the way, but when he's faced with Allie almost dying it guts him. This big tough man reveals a side of him that just broke my heart. The emotions are raw and real and give you a chance to see that no matter how tough a man is, or how invincible he thinks he is, there is always something that can bring him to his knees.
With her own world facing catastrophic environmental collapse, Briella’s only option is to seek refuge on the planet Roun, but the cost of her choice will be her freedom. Upon reaching her new home, she is met by Gastion, the stern, handsome man to whom she now belongs, and he wastes no time in making his expectations clear. Briella will obey him in all things and make her beautiful body available to him in every way, or her bare bottom will pay the price.
Gastion quickly demonstrates that his warnings are not to be taken lightly, and when he discovers that Briella has smuggled prohibited contraband from her home planet she is punished thoroughly. But while he is more than ready to be strict with her, Gastion soon proves that a skillful master can bring his slave pleasure beyond anything she could have imagined, and Briella finds herself surrendering willingly even as he claims her in ever more shameful ways.
Their passion blossoms into romance, but there are strict rules governing interactions between masters and slaves, and it isn’t long before Gastion and Briella’s relationship attracts scrutiny from the governing authorities. Can their love survive the wrath of the planet’s powerful king?
Publisher’s Note: Master of Her World includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
I enjoy hearing from readers and I wanted to share the email I'd received the other day. I did get permission from the writer first. Notes like this mean a lot to me. The book she's talking about is Carnal Hunger.
Hello Tory,
Just wanted to send a quick note and thank you for Iris and Vince - I loved the read and it is likely my favourite of yours to date!
There are interesting support characters, and a well-rounded storyline with a forceful yet tender hero and a confident sassy heroine.
Fleeing from a relationship gone horribly wrong, Jocelyn
Frazier makes the choice to start a new life. If only her car had gotten the
memo. Stranded in the parking lot of what seemed to be a night club, she walks
into a world she never knew existed. A new job with room and board are the
answer to her prayers, but can she really outrun the ghosts of her past or will
they come back to claim her?
Broken trust…
Master Caine has just come out of a five-year Master/sub
arrangement after a bitter breakup. He spies the new barmaid instantly,
dismissing her as just another pretty face. When circumstances put them in
close proximity, his resolve to stay at a distance is put to the test. He finds
himself enamored by the curvaceous blonde. Soon the teacher becomes the student
and he learns that the gift of trust might just be the greatest surrender of
all.
Master Caine observed with interest the new waitress that
worked with Roxy at the bar. She was shy and not at all used to life in the
club. Her black corset and short micro skirt were tasteful. He would give Roxy
that. The girl’s expressions as she took in some of the costumes of the patrons
were comical.
A couple had come through, the leather clad Domme leading a
man dressed in nothing more than a dog collar and a strategically placed
genital cage, and he thought she was going to choke on her own tongue. From
time to time on his rounds as dungeon monitor, Caine caught her observing the
patrons in the spanking room, a curious look on her face as if she were trying
to comprehend why a person would do such a thing.
“She’s delightful,” Gage stated, noting the direction his
attention traveled. “The people love her and she’s gotten more tips than all
the other servers combined.” The hum of the club had picked up over the last
couple of nights and he’d been relieved at the influx of people.
Caine shrugged. “Another pretty face.” She seemed like any
typical Texas girl. Blond hair, curves that filled out her jeans nicely, and a
pleasant disposition that defied logic. But in the corset and microskirt—his
cock stood up and took notice.
“True.” Gage eyed his friend askance.
“Did her background check come back okay?”
“It did. She’ll be here about a week, from what Linnet
said.”
Gage paused, then added, “She’s been abused.”
“How do you know?” But he’d seen the telltale bruising on
her face. It wasn’t hard to guess what had happened. No doubt she was on the
run from an ex. All the more reason to steer clear.
So why did he continually seek her out every time he found
himself in the main room of the club? It had been three days and each evening
he found himself staring at her like a proverbial lost puppy.
“Linnet told me. Be careful, Hoss.”
“What do you mean be careful?”
“I know that look.”
“I have no intention,” he started to say, and then realized
it was a lie. He’d been relieved when he caught her watching his performance
during the public exhibition tonight and wondered what her ass would look like
stretched across his bench, the rosy pink kiss of his paddle coloring her
cheeks.
“I don’t know that she...”
“You wouldn’t know unless you ask. Just keep in mind she’ll
be heading to Houston for that modeling audition as soon as she can get enough
money to get her car fixed.”
“She’s a model?” His cock hardened at the thought. He was
definitely attracted to her. There was no doubt. And she was a polar opposite
of Riley.
“Just be careful, she’s fragile.”
“I’m not looking.”
“I didn’t say you were, but if you do don’t hurt her. She’s
been through enough.”
***
The corset was tight around her ribs and she took a deep
breath, trying to reign in the excitement of the night. Her tables had been
more than generous and, during a lull, she caught sight of something happening
in the stage area.
The first performance had been none other than Master Caine
and a volunteer from the audience. He had paddled the squirming sub to a rosy
pink puddle of feminine appreciation.
Her first reaction completely surprised her and she almost
dropped a tray of drinks as her heels wobbled. She wanted to be that woman.
Her.
The more she read his books in the gift shop, the more she
wanted to be a part of his world.
“Do you want to watch?”
She turned to find the tall Dom standing next to her. “What
are they doing?” she asked.
“Her Dom is issuing a public punishment.”
“And she likes that?”
“Why don’t you come and find out?” His lips twisted upward
into an inviting smile and she wanted more than anything to take him up on it.
Roxy ambled up and greeted them. “I think your shift is over
for tonight, girlie girl. Why don’t you go exploring with Master Caine?”
“I don’t want to leave you. My tables…”
“Are just fine. Go. Enjoy.” She winked and gave her a light
shove and, in trying to right her footing, Jocelyn found herself encased in
Master Caine’s arms.
Her skin felt hot in the places he touched her and she tried
to shake off the sensation, wondering if she had lost her mind.
Erzabet Bishop is an award-winning and bestselling author
who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow
(Three Times More Lucky Box Set), Malediction (A Wicked Halloween Box Set), Map
of Bones (A Wicked Affair Box Set), Sanguine Shadows (Vampire Bites Box Set),
The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Taming
the Beast, Mistletoe Kisses, Surrender, Under Cover of Darkness (2017), Three
for Two (2017), Hedging Her Bets, Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set),
Kitten Around (upcoming), Torment (Feb 2017), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board,
Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming),The Devil’s Due (upcoming), Charity
Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red
Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Sweet Seductions, The Erotic Pagans
Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being
a contributor to many anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry
children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake,
make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.
Jess looks forward to a holiday season of saving puppies and
working at the shelter. With her new sister-in-law taking over the Yuletide
Gathering, it’s run for the hills or wind up covered in glitter. What she
doesn’t anticipate is her brother lining up yet another in a long string of
bodyguards. She might be a wolf who can’t shift, but that doesn’t mean she
needs anyone’s protection. When things heat up during the festivities, she
finds herself face to face with the one man who just might hold the key to her
heart.
It was supposed to be a two-week Ops for ridding the world
of hybrid wolves, not a babysitting gig for the spoiled sister of the Westmore
Pack Alpha. But when Thorne sets eyes on the curvy brunette, he finds a fierce
beauty with a soft interior just begging to be tamed, and he’s just the
gargoyle to do it.
Hello everyone and happy holidays! Thank you for joining me on my tour of Mistletoe Kisses, the fifth book in the Westmore Wolves series. All the books can be read as stand alone but if you want to read them in order...
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2. Heart's Protector
3. Burning for You
4. Taming the Beast
5. Mistletoe Kisses
6. Under Cover of Darkness (coming 2017)
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Excerpt:
Thorne sat across the desk from his new employer and tried
unsuccessfully to shake away the incredulous feeling gnawing at his gut. He’d
come to Westmore with the understanding that this would be a two-week Ops
mission to locate and destroy the violent hybrid wolves he’d been hearing
about. They a role to play in his father’s death, he was certain of it, and now
he could finally get the answers he was seeking and kill a few in the process.
But, as he sat across from the Westmore Pack Alpha, he found himself staring at
the man, completely disbelieving his ears.
“That wasn’t the job.”
“I want her protected.” Thorne met Carrick’s eyes, and
Thorne struggled to hold in his frustration. This was why he’d been brought to
the famed Westmore Estate? The Alpha was legendary for taking down his
predecessors with nothing but brains and his own two hands…but to suggest he
babysit a female? He was no one’s nanny.
“You want me to be a bodyguard? For a woman?” Thorne
sputtered and erupted from the chair, stalking to the window. He kept one eye
on the comings and goings outside and another on the man behind the desk.
Thorne had come at night, as requested, to see the estate at its most
vulnerable. What he hadn’t expected was to be insulted.
“Not just a woman. My sister. And the job is a trial period
for two weeks.”
“And after?”
The Alpha thrummed his fingers on the desk. “We’ll talk
about that if you’re still here.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
The door opened and another man entered, closing it behind
him. Thorne eyed the man and waited to be introduced. The pinched look of the
other man’s mouth and worry lines in his face indicated he cared about this
woman. Interesting.
“Where is she?” the Alpha demanded.
“Probably at the shelter again. She’s not in her room and the
guard at the front gate said she took off around eight this morning. Something
about an adoption drive at Barks.”
“Thorne, this is Reid, my second in command.” Carrick ran
his hand through his mane of dark hair and frowned. “Jesus, she knows I want
her to be careful. I keep telling her to quit, but she won’t listen. After what
happened with that fucking dragon…”
The other man, Reid, unconsciously rubbed at his arm.
“You were injured.” Thorne stepped away from the window and
moved deeper into the room. He could sense their unease. Perhaps something more
was happening here than met the eye.
“I was.”
Dragons? Now that was interesting.
“I was told there were hybrid wolves.”
“Originally, that was the contract. Yes.” Carrick rose from
the chair, came around the desk, and leaned against it. “But we’ve come to find
out that the previous alpha may still have some support out there.”
“A dragon?” Thorne raised an eyebrow. Dragon kind and Night
Wing gargoyles were not on friendly terms. Territorial disputes in his homeland
had made them natural enemies. But here? That would remain to be seen. Not that
he would mind tangling with one.
“An old bastard of a firefighter, too. Seemed like he was
setting more blazes at the end rather than putting them down.” Carrick’s lips thinned
and his jaw clenched. “He endangered the life of my mate.”
Thorne considered the Alpha carefully.
“If you’ve rooted him out, then why am I here?”
“He’s not the only one,” Reid bit out. “We know there are
more out there. What remains to be seen are when and where they choose to rear
their ugly heads.”
“Why don’t you go to them?” It seemed a simple question, but
the shuttered looks from the men in front of him stopped the suggestion before
it could go any further.
“The Yule Gathering is coming and I want no complications.
Likely as not, there are more of them out there and I won’t take a chance with
my mate, my sister, or my pack. I spoke with your last employer and he said you
were the best, most unobtrusive operative he had.”
“I am.”
And Thorne could find the creatures the Alpha sought. All he
had to do was give the command.
Thorne wasn’t boasting. It was the truth. People paid for
his work and paid him well.
“Good,” Reid snorted. “If you’re tailing Jess, you’re going
to need it.”
“Is she your mate, this…Jess?”
“No.” A shade of pink crept up the sides of the other man’s
face. “More like…a sister, if you want to know the truth.”
The Alpha sighed. “And she’s stubborn.”
“Yeah…”
The two men glanced at each other, a pregnant pause filling
the room. Any information withheld could jeopardize Thorne meeting whatever
goal they had in mind.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
“Her last bodyguard didn’t make it longer than a day.”
Carrick closed his eyes, a twitch of humor playing at his lips.
This ought to be good.
“May I ask why?”
“He, ugh…went up in flames.” Reid coughed, but underneath
the sound Thorne was certain he heard a note of laughter.
Flames?
“What did she do, torch him?”
“Not exactly.” Carrick cleared his throat and turned his
face away in what Thorne was sure was an effort to compose himself.
Were they hinting he couldn’t handle a woman? It didn’t
sound like she needed protection in the least.
Thorne’s lips curved up in a humorless smile. “If she’s such
a force of nature, then why the protection? I thought your females were
fierce.”
Reid met Carrick’s gaze and the Alpha cleared his throat
until his second glanced away, his eyes finding Thorne’s.
“Tell him.”
“She can’t shift.” The Alpha sighed.
Reid crossed his arms over his chest. “Won’t shift. There’s
a difference. She can but she doesn’t want to.”
“I don’t accept that.” Carrick pushed off from the desk and
went to the window.
“Well, you’d better start. You and I both know that bastard
damaged her. She may be strong for a female, but her wolf is broken,” Reid
replied, his tone filled with frustration.
Thorne’s stomach lurched at the thought. To hear that her
beast had been harmed was unacceptable. War with men he understood well, but
not females. Women being abused made his skin crawl. He’d seen much in his line
of work, but that was one thing he would not tolerate. It took a good bit of
doing to squelch an animal. He should know.
“What happened?”
“You’ve heard what took place here? What the previous alpha
did? The atrocities and the genetic experiments?” Reid asked with a bitter
twist of his lips.
“I have. The overthrow of the previous regime was
unavoidable. Your prowess in battle is legendary.” He nodded to Carrick in a
show of respect. He’d found the main source but some of the tendrils remained.
And he fucking wanted to tear out the rest of them by the roots. That was why
he came here.
Reid shook his head. “That’s not what I mean. He took
them…the girls. The women. He…”
“Stop.” Carrick’s voice was strained and his stance was
tense. “We don’t need to hash out any of the details.”
He didn’t.
About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is an
award-winning and bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is
the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow (Three Times More Lucky Box Set),
Malediction (A Wicked Halloween Box Set), Map of Bones (A Wicked Affair Box
Set), Sanguine Shadows (Vampire Bites Box Set), The Science of Lust, Wicked for
You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Taming the Beast, Mistletoe Kisses,
Surrender, Under Cover of Darkness (2017), Three for Two (2017), Hedging Her
Bets, Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Kitten Around (upcoming),
Torment (Feb 2017), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell,
Mallory’s Mark (upcoming),The Devil’s Due (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted
Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas,
The Black Magic Café, Sweet Seductions, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane
Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor
to many anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and
can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty
crochet projects and watch monster movies.
Welcome to Sexy Just Got Kinky, the third instalment of the Brit Babes’ Sexy Just series. Tantalise your dark side with kinks to make you think. From lovers behind bars to lone ladies behind the lens—fisticuffs and feathers, lilos and lube, scissors and sticks, whips, canes and bondage, there’s sure to be a kink within these pages to whet your appetite, tickle your fancies and heat up cold nights.
