At Your Service By Lexi Blake ♥ Excerpt Reveal

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AtYourService-highresJuliana O’Neil’s promising future was burned away in the heat of battle. She had been an officer with a bright future in the military, but now she is struggling to survive. Her husband gone and her career in shambles, she finds a job at Top as a hostess and tries to put together the pieces of her life. The last thing she needs is any kind of male attention, but she can’t help but be amused at her neighbor and coworker’s lothario antics. Not that she would have anything to do with him, at least not for more than one night.

Javier Leones doesn’t understand monogamy. No woman could ever be enough for his endless libido, but he has to admit Juliana has his attention. For reasons he doesn’t fully understand, he can’t seem to get the gorgeous redhead with the sad eyes out of his head. After one scorching night together, he realizes he’ll never be able to get her out of his system. But with his reputation, he fears she’ll never see him as more than a one-night stand.

When their passions collide, these new lovers will be forced to confront Juliana’s past and come to terms with Javier’s present. Will they find their way or will this reservation be canceled at the last minute?

 

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All alone with the storm. Maybe she should call Kai. And ask him to get out in the middle of this? That seemed pretty selfish especially since she knew exactly how poorly driving in storms could go.

A hard flash of white light made her jump back.

Nope. She wasn’t going there. She was going to stay in the here and now, and that meant finding a flashlight and trying to get some candles lit. Someone was out there working on getting the power back on, and then she would ride out the storm watching rom coms and falling asleep on the couch. It was going to be okay. Deep breath. It was going to be okay.

A few moments later she’d found her one flashlight and had a nice set of candles out, and she was faced with the problem of lighting the suckers. Oh, she had a big box of matches, but she’d never struck a match without her left hand.

A lighter would be easier. She could figure out a lighter maybe. Jules tried holding the box against the table with her stump while she struck the match with her right hand. She fumbled, the action so unnatural it made her slip up and break the match.

And the second one.

And the third one.

Tears pierced her eyes, but she wasn’t going to shed them. She was going to figure this out or she would make due with the flashlight. It was all about adapting. That was what she had to do. Adapt.

She wasn’t going to let this beat her. Normally she was tough. It had happened and she dealt with it, but between the storm and the conversation with Suzanne the day before about her mother and the sweetness of flirting with a handsome man she couldn’t have, she was feeling awfully vulnerable. She wasn’t going to sit here in the dark and cry.

A knock on the door made her gasp and jump.

Fuck. She wasn’t like this. She hated this…this anxiety she got when it rained. It was weakness and she couldn’t abide it.

If you walk away from this you’ll ruin your life, Juliana. Don’t think I’ll watch you do it. You go through with this and you do it on your own. Am I understood?

Sometimes she felt like she was still seven years old, and if she could just get her mom’s attention everything would be okay.

Jules gripped the flashlight and walked across her apartment to the door. It was likely one of the neighbors coming to check on her. Actually, that was an excellent idea. She could go down and see if Mrs. Gleeson needed some company. There were some elderly residents she could check on and a single mom she’d met at the end of the hall. She could see if she could be of any assistance and that would get her through the night.

She opened the door expecting to see anyone but the man she saw standing there.

Javier Leones. He had a flashlight in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. He was wearing jeans and a button down that he’d left undone enough she could see a nice swath of golden brown skin. His hair was deliciously mussed, as though he’d taken a shower and simply rubbed a towel over it to get it dry.

He was big and male and so sexy it hurt to look at him, and Jules realized she could do something else to take her mind off things.

Those plump, sensual lips of his broke into a bright smile. “I thought you might like some company. I know I would. I actually don’t have any candles, so I was sitting in my living room with this sad one flashlight. You look like a woman who likes some candles.”

But she couldn’t light them. She hadn’t figured that part out.

His face fell and he walked into her place, closing and locking the door behind him. “Hey, what’s wrong? It’s okay if you don’t have any candles. It’s cool. Two flashlights are better than one.”

He set the flashlight and wine bottle down and moved into her space, his hands coming up to cup her shoulders. “Jules, what’s wrong?”

She had to be stronger than this. She shook her head. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

His jaw tightened. “Don’t. Please don’t. I live with a stubborn asshole who won’t let me help him in any way. I get that we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, but I thought we were friends. You help me out all the time. You’re kind to me. Fucking let me be kind to you. I spend every day trying to help someone who won’t let me. Please let me feel like I’m worth something.”

If he’d said anything else, joked about the weather or told her to suck it up, she could have, but he’d opened a door. He’d been vulnerable and honest, and she found she couldn’t pay that back with stubbornness.

“I have candles and I can’t figure out how to light them.” Tears rolled down her face. She was vulnerable. All the time. Even when she pretended like she wasn’t.

“You can’t…” he began and then he looked down. Instead of stepping back and giving her space, he drew his hand down her arm, warming her skin where he touched her. It was dark but the moon was full and gave enough light to see the outline of his face. There was no look of horror there. He caressed her arm until he got to the place where she’d been split apart and sewn back together unwhole. He brought it up and wrapped it against his palm, his fingers closing around it until the whole thing was surrounded with his warmth. “You haven’t figured out how to do it yet. Probably hasn’t come up or you would know what to do. How long since you lost your hand?”

“A year and a half,” she said. He was touching her there. No one had touched her there except her doctors and therapists.

Come to think of it, no one had touched her at all since before the accident. Had it really been so long since she’d felt warm flesh against her own? He was so close, close enough that all she would have to do was go up on her toes to brush her lips against his.

Would that be wrong? As long as she remembered who she was dealing with, why couldn’t she take a few moments of respite for herself? If he wanted her.

 

 

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lexi-blakeNY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.

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His Master By Bink Cummings ♥ Release Blitz

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Title: His Master
Author: Bink Cummings
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: June 1, 2017

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Six years ago, I was accepted into an exclusive BDSM commune that caters to the gay elite, and molded into the submissive of every dom’s dream. Under the ever watchful eye of Master Croy, my savior, I spend my days fulfilling my masters’ every fantasy. It has become my solace. The only place I’ve felt at home. They respect me for who I am. Made me into the man I’ve become…It is my hope that I never have to leave… 
Until now… 
Because of him. 
The master who makes me feel. 
The gray haired God who sees me as more than a slick hole and pretty face. 
I’ve never felt this way before. 
Things are changing. 
I’m changing…But I don’t know what it means. 
My home is here. I can’t leave. 
But what about him? Master Kellan. I think he wants me. 
And,
Can I tell you a secret? 
I think I want him, too.

Warning: Contains shameless, make your toes curl, sexual M/M content. Adult F’in language. A smidgen of mushy love. Taboo elements including those of consensual BDSM relationships. And whatever else that makes it unsuitable for anyone under the age of 18. 
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Author Bink Cummings was born and raised part of a biker family. Upon the incessant coercion from her sacred sisters, she has begun her newest journey in life–writing. When she’s not shacked up in her home writing at all hours of the night, Bink enjoys riding motorcycles, taking care of her family, reading, and cooking huge meals–Especially her infamous chocolate chip cookies.


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Claimed By Two Masters By Claire Thompson ♥ Release Blitz

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By Claire Thompson

 

One submissive. Two Masters. Three hearts. 
Shea O’Connor has a secret. Beneath the façade of a proper, vanilla young lady lurks a dirty girl who dreams of whips, chains and a Master to claim her. When she finally gets up the courage to explore her darkest fantasies at a local BDSM club, her world explodes with possibilities, including submission to not one but two sexy Masters. 

 
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Steve Hartman and Zach Wilder are more than just best friends; they are sensual sadists, sharing a dungeon where they train women in the art and passion of erotic submission. As they initiate Shea into the world of BDSM, peeling away layer after layer of shyness, modesty and resistance, Shea is not the only person experiencing soul-level transformation. Steve and Zach’s cardinal rule of keeping their hearts out of their training is sorely tested. 

 


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Each new experience draws Shea deeper into a world of intense D/s that leaves her breathless and longing for more. The trouble is, relationships can get complicated, especially between three. The last thing either guy expected was to fall in love—with the same girl. 

 


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He grasped her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them until they were as hard as marbles. In spite of herself, Shea moaned softly at the pleasurable sensation and the thrill of her situation.
Then he twisted them suddenly, and a burst of pain hurtled through her nerve endings, making her cry out. Instinctively she took a step back, but Steve was behind her, blocking her movement. “Stay in position,” he murmured in her ear, his voice deep and commanding.
Zach continued to twist her nipples, the pain nearly unbearable. Shea began to pant in her effort not to cry. Then Steve reached around her body and pressed his palm against her mons. He cupped the smooth skin, his fingers hooking between her legs and sliding into the slippery wet cleft.
Shea began to tremble, fear, pain and desire warring in the battlefield of her mind. The pain at Zach’s hands and pleasure at Steve’s tossed her like a Ping-Pong ball between them. This was both far better and far more terrible than her most intense masturbatory fantasy. Most importantly—it was real. These men were real, and not just figments of her dirty mind.
Then—all at once—as if they had planned it, both men stepped back, their hands falling away from her breasts and sex. Shea, who hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes, opened them in surprise. Her mouth, too, was hanging agape.
“Very nice,” Zach said, something unreadable in his expression. “You’re very responsive. That’s an excellent trait in a submissive.”
Steve appeared in front of her. He was fixing her with another of those intense gazes that made her look away, but not before she saw him lift his fingers, the fingers that had been buried in her pussy just a moment before, to his nose. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply, a strange smile moving over his lips.
The blood pulsated into her face as she whipped her head away.
“I agree with your assessment, Zach,” she heard Steve say, though she couldn’t bring herself to look at him. “She’s very responsive, but she’s also uncomfortable with her body and her own reactions. Those are issues we would definitely need to work on if we decide to train this sub girl.”
She couldn’t deny the truth of his words. But it was the last phrase that really caught her attention: if we decide to train this sub girl. Until then she had thought it was all up to her. She had believed the interview, if that was what the hell this was, was being conducted so she could gain an understanding of what was being offered. Now she understood this was also a test. They might decide that she was not proper sub material, not worthy of training.
The realization both stunned and galvanized her. If this was an audition, well then, she was going to get the part. 
“Now it’s time to assess your masochistic tendencies and tolerance levels,” Steve said.
Shea lifted her head. She saw that Zach had taken a seat on the couch.
“I already got a little sense of this during the brief spanking at the club,” Steve said. “I’d like to take this opportunity to do a proper workup. Let’s use the St. Andrew’s cross. We’ll start with a nice, sensual flogging.” He held out his hand. 
Shea lowered her arms and placed her hand in his. His hand was cool and firm. Hers, by contrast, was sweaty with nerves. As they walked to the cross, she hoped she wouldn’t make a fool of herself.
Shea stepped up to the cross. It was made of dark, polished wood with leather straps set at strategic intervals. “Lift your arms to the cuffs at the top of the X and stand with your feet shoulder-width apart,” Steve instructed. 
Shea did as she was told, extending her arms fully along the smooth wood. A jolt of excitement coursed through her body as he closed the leather and Velcro cuffs around each wrist. Though bondage had not figured largely in her fantasies, she couldn’t deny the sweet, dark thrill of being held captive in this way, bound and at the mercy of another.
She swiveled her head to follow Steve as he walked away from her and toward a long rack filled with various whips, floggers, paddles and canes. He selected a very large flogger with dozens of long, thick leather tresses. 
“This one is suede,” he said as he ran the tresses through his fingers in a seductive way. “It doesn’t sting as much some of the others. I think you’ll like it.”
He stepped beside her, and she turned to look at him, trying to focus on his face instead of the huge flogger in his hands. 
“For this exercise, I want you to close your eyes and relax. I want you to focus on the sensations of the leather against your skin. I know your safeword is zirconium. I don’t expect you to use it, but I want you to know that I’m aware of it. This is really just an exercise. As I did with the spanking the other night, I’m going to start lightly and then slowly increase the intensity of my stroke. All I want you to do is accept the lash. Embrace whatever you’re feeling. Don’t try to censor yourself or stay quiet or tough your way through something that doesn’t feel right.”
He touched her shoulder. “You’re doing really well so far.” 
“Thank you, Sir Stephen,” she whispered, her heart hurtling against her ribcage.
He stepped behind her. Using both his hands, he massaged her shoulders, kneading away some of the bunched tension in her muscles. Then he leaned closer, his mouth near her ear. “Close your eyes. I’m going to whip you now, Shea.”
She made an involuntary sound, something between a moan and a squeak. She closed her eyes.
The tresses landed lightly against her ass. They were soft, the stroke just a caress—it felt good. The second stroke landed a little harder, a slap of silky leather against her skin. He did this several times in a row and Shea relaxed, un-curling her fingers and taking deep breaths to slow her rapidly beating heart.
The flogging began to intensify, the leather striking with a distinctive whacking sound that was at once arousing and unnerving. She was being whipped! It was like those online videos on the training site, except those weren’t real, were they? This was real. Authentic. Maybe the most authentic thing she had ever done in her life. 
He began to flog her up and down her back, stroking between her shoulder blades, thwacking her lower back, whipping in a stinging caress along her sides. Then came a thundering crash of leather against both ass cheeks.
Shea emitted a startled cry, her body tensing for another blow. It came quickly, a dozen stinging leather snakes striking her skin and leaving lines of fire in their wake. Sweat broke out on her upper lip and beneath her arms. Her heart was beating in triple time, her breathing ragged and uneven.
She felt a presence in front of her. Opening her eyes, she saw Zach standing there, his expression kind. He stroked her cheek, pushing the hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ears. “Slow your breathing,” he counseled. “I want you to embrace the pain instead of fighting it. Take it inside of you. Make it a part of you.”
Steve struck again, a stinging fury of tresses over the backs of her thighs. What the hell did that mean to embrace the pain, to make it a part of you? A human’s natural instinct was to avoid pain. And yet, on some level, on the level that bypassed her intellect and training, Shea intrinsically understood what Zach meant.
She managed to whisper breathlessly, “Yes, Master Zach.”
The flogger moved up and down her back, the focus primarily on her ass. Each stroke was hard now, stinging against increasingly tender flesh. It hurt. Oh, oh, oh, it hurt. She wanted to be good and strong and brave, but it was too much. It was just too much. 
“I can’t,” she cried suddenly. “It’s too much.” 
“It’s just enough,” Steve said from behind her. “Five more, Shea. Take five more for me. I know you can do it.”
Just five more.
Yes. She could do it.
The flogger exploded against her ass in a shower of pain. One.
She began to dance involuntarily, twisting her body in a vain effort to avoid the lash. Two.
Her safeword formed on her lips, but she pressed them together. She would not give up. Three.
“Ah!” she cried out as the flogger struck between her shoulder blades. Four.
The last stroke curled around her side, the tips cruelly striking her right breast. Five.
She was trembling from head to foot, tears rolling down her cheeks, her chest heaving. But something else was happening too—a kind of wild, crazy, careening joy was lifting her nearly off her feet. 
This was it. This was what had been missing all her life. This moment, the stinging, perfect stroke of the leather, the cuffs embracing her wrists, keeping her centered, the heady scent of her own arousal mingled with bay rum, lime and male musk. 
She was connected—she was alive—she was no longer alone.


 Editor’s Note: Claimed by Two Masters is a M/F/M ménage. Book Three of BDSM Connections is a full-length, stand-alone story. The series may be read in any order.

 

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Claire has been writing for nearly two decades, and has published over 70 novels. She writes BDSM romance and non-con abduction tales, spanning both m/f and m/m genres. She has received numerous awards for her bestselling work, including the 2010 NLA-Int’l Pauline Réage Award for best BDSM fiction. Her darker works press the envelope of what is erotic and what can be a sometimes dangerous slide into the world of sadomasochism. Ultimately her work deals with the human condition, and our constant search for love and intensity of experience.




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Secrets protectbut they also destroy. 
 
Allie Swift has a secret—one that has kept her from finding a Dom willing to take her where she longs to go, far beyond the slap-and-tickle approach of BDSM-lite, into the deep reaches of true sadomasochism. 



When she meets Liam on a BDSM personals site, she senses he’s different from the Doms she has been with before. His darkly compelling nature speaks directly to her submissive heart.



Liam Byrne had it all—a great career, a hot body, and a submissive fiancée.  That is, until a year ago when a head-on collision with a drunk driver shattered not only his leg, but also his life. Now Liam harbors an ominous secret, one that’s tearing him apart and causing him to hold the world, including Allie Swift, at arm’s length.



As the intensity of their D/s exploration increases, Liam and Allie must confront their fears. Together they must decide if the bond they share is strong enough to survive bringing their secrets to light.



Secrets is the first novel in Claire Thompson’s new edgy BDSM romance series: BDSM Connections. Prepare for a powerful, emotional experience. 18+



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Let the erotic pain lift you into its arms. Surrender to it. Surrender to me.


Rylee Miller, independent, strong and in control, seeks intensity of experience in all things. She craves hardcore sadomasochism and believes erotic suffering is just another challenge to be overcome. 
Taggart Fitzgerald, aka Leather Master, is a world-class whip and leather-gear craftsman. A highly skilled and sexy Dom, he’s also a brooding, intense and self-contained man. He takes what he wants from women, keeping his heart firmly out of the equation.


When they meet on a video shoot for BDSMConnections, their intense, visceral connection stuns them both. The Leather Master is intrigued by Rylee’s staunch assertion she’s not a submissive. Is she lying to him—or just to herself?  Or maybe she has never learned to truly surrender. 


With Taggart’s dominant, sadistic side and Rylee’s sensual, masochist mindset, they should be the perfect pair. But accepting her true nature may not be easy when the Dom she’s falling for is a man so damaged by a past filled with pain that he’s unable to trust in love. Or maybe it’s that he has never learned to surrender to his heart.


Editor’s Note: Surrender to Me, Book Two of BDSM Connections, is a full-length, stand-alone story. The series may be read in any order.


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Call Me Daddy By Jade West ♥ Release Blitz

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Title: Call Me Daddy 
Author : Jade West
Genre: Erotic, Romance,  
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I want him to be my first.
I want him to be the one.
I want him to be my everything.
I didn’t expect to spend my eighteenth birthday stranded in the pouring rain with no way to make it home. 
I didn’t expect to be rescued from the worst night of my life by the most amazing man I’d ever seen.
His name is Nick, and he says he wants to take care of me, says he’ll look after me, says I don’t need to be alone anymore.
He treats me like a princess, like the fragile little girl he saved from the cold. 
But I like him… I like him like that. 
I’ve never liked anyone like that before…
And it’s weird, this thing we have… 
It’s like I can’t decide how we’re supposed to be… what we are… 
Until he says the words…
Call me Daddy.
Warning.
If Daddy smut is your kink, dive right in. If not, this definitely, definitely is not the book for you.
You have been warned. 
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Jade has increasingly less to say about herself as time goes on, other than the fact she is an author, but she’s happy with this fact. 

Living in imaginary realities and having a legitimate excuse for it is really all she’s ever wanted. 
Jade is as dirty as you’d expect from her novels, and talking smut makes her smile. 
She lives in the Herefordshire countryside with a couple of hounds and a guy who’s able to cope with her inherent weirdness. 

 

She has a red living room, decorated with far more zebra print than most people could bear and fights a constant battle with her addiction to Coca-Cola.

 

 

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Reckless Abandon By Elle Luckett ♥ Blog Tour

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Nixie Fitzgerald is locked in a prison of her own making.
After her failed marriage, she built too many walls to let her guard down completely. There was no satisfaction in the few relationships she managed to have after the divorce, and going further than the third interaction takes trust – something Nixie will never give to a man freely again. The scars of her past run too deeply.
When Jackson Hancock enters her world in a tempestuous crash of chaos, he shakes the very foundation Nixie has built, and she has no choice but to open her eyes and see the formidable man for what he is. There is no hiding from Jackson or his intense and demanding nature, and she’s no longer sure that she wants to. Everything Nixie thought she knew is challenged, and her well thought out plans for the future are replaced with a rocky path of uncertainty.
Can Jackson finally bring down Nixie’s mental walls of pain and doubt, infiltrate her heart and ask her to give herself over to him in Reckless Abandon, or will Nixie’s past finally catch up with her and destroy everything?
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Elle Luckett was born in Houston, mainly in the mind of L.J. Stock. As the darker side of a generally light personality, she became the voice that would tell lustful stories, something born from a very vivid imagination and an amass of characters with some interesting habits and tastes.

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Charming Olivia By Grace Harper ♥ Blog Tour

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Charming Olivia is the first of three novels in the Geary Brothers Series
Olivia Gage is a top selling clean romance novelist, but wants to write
erotica. Jack Geary leads the lifestyle that Olivia wants to write about. They
start talking after a sarcastic written conversation over a review of a corset
that he made and a book she wrote.
Over time, they become friends and then he persuades her to spend a week with
him. He reasons with her that if she hasn’t experienced erotica first hand then
how is she going to write about it.
Charming Olivia is the week she spends with him, each night a different
subject, whips & ropes, threesomes, MM sex club and so on. He is determined
to talk her out of her clothes and into his bed. Olivia is determined that he
is not going to lay a finger on her until she confesses the truth.
Over the year that he has been in contact with her, he has told her exactly
what he wants to do to her. She tells him she is married and that is why she
won’t succumb to his charms but she is not telling the full truth. Once Olivia
reveals what the truth is to Jack, she stands no chance.
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Cecily was whisked from me immediately and was out of sight
in seconds. I wandered over to the make-shift bar and took a glass of white
wine. Walking over to the other side of the room, my heels clicking on the
wooden floor I took out my phone. I checked where Cecily had disappeared to and
opened my phone to see if Jack had sent me a message. He had.
Jack: How is the exhibition?
Me: We have just arrived. Cecily has already deserted me so
I’m wandering around the room checking out the other artists’ work. She has
warned me that I’m not allowed to use my phone when I’m here. I need to be wary
because she’s threatened to throw my phone out of the window and I know she
will. What are you doing?
Jack: I’m hard at work, socialising and selling knickers.
Me: Have you sold any yet?
Jack: No, but then I’m checking out the hot women that are
here. One of them has caught my eye, I can only see her back and I’m
telepathically willing her to turn around, but she is not complying. She looks
stunning and I want to grope her bottom.
Me: Why don’t you go and talk to her, wow her with your
witty charm. If she has stunning shoes then just tell her which company you own
and she will be yours for the night.
Jack: Would that work with you? What should I do to wow you?
Me: You know you can’t wow me. I’m not available to be
wowed.
Jack: I wish you were available. I still don’t understand
why you won’t meet me? I’ve offered to help you with your little problem. I
don’t see what the issue is?
My little problem. At times, I wished I hadn’t told him
about it. I was about to answer him when my phone was snatched from my hands. I
looked up to see Cecily’s back disappearing away, my phone in her hand. She was
walking towards the open window at the end of the room and I started to jog
after her. My tight dress and high heels were not aiding my efforts and I heard
someone chuckle as I passed them. Managing to catch up with her I tried to take
my phone back but she held it away from me.
“What did I say Olivia?” She asked with a huge grin on her
face.
“I was talking to Jack, you left me on my own, what was I
supposed to do?” I whined and pouted.
Cecily looked at my phone and grinned evilly at me and
started typing and then handed it back to me.
“That is your punishment for not staying by my side and for
entering me into this exhibition without my permission.” Cecily said and waited
for me to read what she’d sent.
Me: I’ve no real reason to keep turning down meeting you so
I will. Name the time and place and I’ll be there. Oh and check out my dress
this evening.
“Oh my God Cecily, why did you say that? Why did you send
the picture of me?”
“You have a problem and he has offered to fix it. You need
to do this, so I made the first step. You look hot and sending him a picture
will do no harm. You will thank me for it later, I promise. It’s no different
to what you did to get me here this evening.” She said and winked and walked
away.
I checked my phone to see if Jack had replied, he hadn’t. I
chewed on my thumbnail and waited for a long time, which in reality was two and
a half minutes.
Jack: Tomorrow, 9pm, Blue’s Bar on South Street, Edinburgh.
You look stunning.
Shit, double shit, how was I going to get out of this? I
stared at the screen silently cursing Cecily. Looking up to locate my so called
friend, I found her and glared at her from across the room.  Cecily didn’t
notice me throwing daggers at her, she looked perfectly fine on her own and she
didn’t need me here at all, which meant I didn’t need to be punished. I
couldn’t believe that she told him I would come and now he wanted me to meet
him tomorrow. I could drop everything and go tomorrow, but he didn’t know that.
Jack: Cold feet?
Me: I don’t know what came over me. I can’t arrive tomorrow,
I’ve a busy week next week.
Jack: Liar
Damn, that was the problem when you talked to someone every
day, they got to know your schedule.
Jack: What is the worst that can happen? Your husband can do
without you for a week, you have told me that he is not there next week, so get
on a plane and come and see me.
Me: You want me to come for a week?
Jack: When we discussed your little problem you gave me the
scenarios you wanted to see and we agreed it would take a week. We have talked
about this for months, we have even planned out how we’ll do it so why not now?
I’ll show you my lifestyle so that you can sort out that the problem of yours
and then you can go back to your ordinary life. I promise I won’t fuck you
unless you ask me to.
I gasped out loud, I don’t know why I did, his forwardness
shouldn’t shock me after this long but it did. I heard a man laugh from across
the room and I saw Cecily laughing with a client she was standing with. She
didn’t need me here, I wondered if I could slip away without her knowing.
Jack: Well?
Me: I’m not staying with you, I’ll book a hotel and you need
to keep your hands to yourself the entire time.
Jack: Deal. I’ll see your beautiful face tomorrow
sweetheart.
I sighed at my phone and put it away without answering. I
looked around the room to find Cecily to tell her what damage she’d done with
her comment and mentally made a list of what I needed to do to go to Edinburgh
tomorrow.
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Grace Harper is a British author who loves to write about strong women and the
friends and lovers who make them stronger. She adores writing steamy scenes of
first encounters and there is always a little twist along the way.
When Grace is not writing, she can be found mooching about in stationery
stores, dreaming up tattoo designs or teasing her friends until everyone is in
fits of giggles. Grace might have a Maltesers addiction, but is not ready to
stand up and own that just yet.

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Blog Tour – 16th – 23rd August
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Lex’s Melody – Belfast Bound #1


Lex's Melody

 

 

 

Lex’s Melody is Leigh Stone’s first erotic novel, set in the
Northern Ireland city of Belfast. 


 
Alex Matthews is a tall, handsome dominant. He exists on the thrill that having
a woman submit to him creates. He doesn’t date, he doesn’t commit. He works hard
as an architect by day, and demands control over his submissives in his
downtime. Melody Anderson is a 26-year-old college student who is about to
change all that. 
When her best friend Jonny suggests that she try a dating website, Mel has no
idea where it will lead. Alex finds her profile compelling, and on their first
meeting in the oldest bar in Belfast makes the suggestion that she should
submit to him. Enthralled by where this could lead, Mel agrees, and the pair
find themselves bound together in submission and dominance. 
Alex soon finds that with Mel, his previous vice of submission only, isn’t
enough, and he yearns to make their relationship more, but a dark shadow from
Alex’s past looms menacingly on the horizon. 
Will Alex overcome his fears from the past and find a future with Mel, or will
it all end in tragedy? 
 
Contains graphic sexual scenes including those with BDSM overtones. Also
contains graphic language, and therefore is not suitable for under 18’s.
 
 

 

 
 
 
Melodic Minor – Belfast Bound #2


Melodic Minor

 

 

 
SYNOPSIS: They say the course of true love never runs smooth, and that’s
certainly been the experience for Alex and Mel. Fear drove them away from each
other, and tragedy almost tore them apart forever. 
 
In a continuation of the love affair between Alex and Melody, we join the pair
right where Lex’s Melody left off, and this time we get to hear the tale
through their own words in this first person narrative. 
 
What does fortune now hold for the lovers, can they settle down and have the
future together that they both deserve, or will old fears be renewed and
threaten to pull them apart again? 
 
Only time will tell!
 

 

 
 
 
Pulled Apart – Belfast Bound #3


Pulled Apart

 

 


SYNOPSIS: It’s been a long journey to get here. A long, painful journey, I
have the scars, nightmares, and panic attacks to prove it. I never would have
believed, all those years ago, that Oliver Watson would have been my worst
nightmare. I’m not sorry that he’s dead. I’m just sorry that it wasn’t at my
hand. I hate him. I hate what he did to me. I hate what he has taken from me.
More than anything, I hate him for taking the coward’s way out. He was supposed
to rot in prison for his crimes, not leave me to be the only one to face what
happened. 
 
I’m Juliet Monroe. I’m twenty-five years old and I have been through hell. I’ve
learned so much about myself. The thing that I’ve learned most is just how
strong I can be, but as strong as I am, without my friends, I wouldn’t be here.
I’ve learned that friends can be your lifelines, friends can be your support,
friends can be your saviours, and sometimes, they might just save your
life. 
 
**WARNING** This book is intended for mature audiences (18+) only. The
storyline is a rape survivor’s retelling of their story, and as such may cause
distress. While acts of violence are depicted, it is vital to the main premise
of being able to move on with hope.
 
 
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Magnetic Attraction – Belfast Bound #4

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Magnetic Attraction

 

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Titanic Signing Belfast, 2018 – March 24th.
Held in the iconic Titanic Belfast museum – Saturday March 24th 2018, this international book signing will be an event that will not be forgotten! Afterwards we head on to the Europa Hotel for ‘A Night to Remember’ with a Gala Dinner and partying on into the wee hours.
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I’m Leigh Stone, I live in Northern Ireland, just outside the capital city of Belfast, in a house I share with my teenage daughter, and our personal zoo (1 Labrador mix, 3 cats, and 2 rabbits!).
 
I’m first and foremost a reader, and a fast reader at that, often devouring books in a single sitting over a period of hours. I have always had aspirations to write and become a published author, but as a teenager I was encouraged to look for a different profession, as being an author “wouldn’t pay the bills.”
 
It was that reading that lead a friend of mine to suggest that I had read so many of those books that I could probably write my own! It seemed like a good idea, and I thought that I would give it a try 🙂 a few months later Lex’s Melody was well underway, and the rest as they say is history!
 
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