Four forbidden novellas. One billionaire secret island. Masks required.
“You are cordially invited to Mystique Island.”
Forbidden Daddy The masquerade ball is where I find the most familiar eyes. They remind me of the sexiest daddy I’ve ever known My ex’s dad.
Forbidden Feast It’s a Thanksgiving feast fit for a king, and I’m the main course. There’s only one man I want, and he’s going to lick his plate clean. Pretty please with a cherry on top. My cherry. He’s my boss. My master.
Forbidden Santa It’s a Christmas ball fit for a queen, and I’m going to be a special package. A billionaire’s dream girl, delivered to his villa. Bound in a tight red bow, ready to be unwrapped He’s checking his list and licking me twice. This good girl will taste very nice.
Forbidden Three I’m the nanny to the world’s sexiest billionaire, and he’s my truest fantasy. But there’s something different about him when I find him on the island. The rough hands, cologne, and the ocean-blue eyes…It’s like I’m seeing double. When I find out it’s his twin, my fantasy is twice as fulfilling.
This is the complete Blakely After Dark series. Four novellas. All naughty quick reads for mature audiences only. Happily ever afters are guaranteed!
All I’ve ever wanted to do for years is write my own books. I spent an ungodly amount of time ghostwriting a few bestsellers for other authors before realizing it was time to start taking credit for my own work.
My personal struggles in life, love, and money have driven me to start doing what I love most: Writing full time.
I started writing when I was a teenager. I fell in love with a boy who didn’t quite love me back–admittedly, I was terribly insecure and slightly overweight–and the entire experience drove me to start practicing my craft. Writing helped me to escape, to reimagine a world where happy endings actually existed. If I couldn’t have the love of my life, I’d just create Mr. Right in my romance novels… with maybe a few embellishments.
I’ve found my calling. Having the experience of doing what I love most as a full time job has given me happiness and confidence galore. And, soon after I found those, I was able to find companionship. Shout out to my guy and my kitty!
I so hope you enjoy my books! I wish you the very best in this crazy thing called life.
The latest We Love Kink Anthology is live !! including some great authors with numerous bestsellers including Roz Lee, Kate Richards, Marie Tuhart, Aidy Aaward and Deanndra Hall !!
Blurb
Barbed Wire by Roz Lee
It’s Friday night and hardworking cowboys and ranchers from all around Ft. Worth come to The Lone Star for a cold brew and someone warm to dance with. Lucky for them, one table is always reserved for Penny and her friends who come there to unwind and maybe to get wound up by a good-looking guy with a big smile and bigger rodeo buckle.
Just looking at me, no one would ever guess my secret. I keep it to myself, my silent, lonely longing for more than I think I’ll ever find. That doesn’t keep me from dreaming though, that’s why I come to The Lone Star every time Barbed Wire plays here. The real-life cowboys turned musicians star in my wildest fantasies. I long to be wrapped up in them. All of them. Penny
Taken by the Best Man by Marie Tuhart
Doctor, Sabrina hasn’t found a man who can handle her 24/7 job but she still has needs. What better way to satisfy them than to hook up with the best man at a wedding?
Best man, Ryan Caine never expected to find a woman at the wedding he’d want to hook up with, and when Sabrina agrees to go to his room with him, he finds he doesn’t want to let her go, but after their weekend together she disappears. What’s a man to do?
Naked Breakfast by Kate Richards
You are Invited
To an evening of erotic spanking. Your host will provide all the necessary implements and atmosphere for an enjoyable evening of spanking, swatting, walloping, and possibly a little whipping and caning. Along with any other fantasy that has come to his attention in the past ten years. Shower and don the ensemble hung on the closet door. If successful, the organizers hope to make this an annual affair. Be in the playroom by six p.m. to avoid dire punishment.
Curvy Complication by Aidy Award
Amanda is curvy girl who is working her butt off doing two jobs. She makes fantastic treats at a bakery during the day, and is the new waitress at the kink club Devils and Angels and night. But, ever since her father cut her off she’s been trying to prove she can make it without him, and failing miserably.
Declan is the star center for the Denver Desperados, living life large and kinking it up with subs he doesn’t care for even a little bit.
When these two high-school sweethearts reunite, Amanda is sure a one-night stand will make it seem less like Declan was the one who got away. She doesn’t expect to see him at Devils and Angels the next night, or that he wants her to become his submissive.
Despite her claims she doesn’t have time for a relationship, Declan is determined to dominate her and complicate her life. If he’s lucky, maybe he can even win back her heart.
UNCHAINED by Deanndra Hall
Cash Johnson should know better. He’s not a child; hell, he’s not even young anymore. The submissives brought to the club for his expertise by their Dominants should be enough. His burgeoning business takes up the rest of his time.
But it’s unusual for a Dominant to miss an appointment, and when his friend Byron does, a wellness check reveals the unthinkable: The EMT is dead at his own hand. The worst part? Byron leaves behind a submissive, one he found in the trunk of a car years earlier when he responded to a fatal crash. There’s nowhere for her to go. She knows nothing about her past except the horrors. She has no one and nothing, not even a last name. All she has is what she knows.
LaShae.
Cash doesn’t want or need her, but something tells him she needs him. She’s damaged, but he sees the strength in those eyes. He doesn’t take on personal submissives, and he doesn’t fall in love. He’s not sure he can help her.
Doesn’t matter—LaShae is a game-changer. One look into that face and he’s not sure he can help himself.
When I was twenty-nine, I fell in love with a girl.
We loved fast. We loved hard.
But our love was tainted.
My name is Trinity Adams.
When I was twenty-seven, I fell in love with a boy.
We loved fast. We loved hard.
It’s too bad my blood was tainted.
Warning:
Not your traditional HEA. May contain emotional triggers for some.
There will be things that you won’t like and some you will, but I hope
that you have fun finding out!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Wife,
mother, proud Canadian. Shoe addict, red wine connoisseur, lover of
laughter and the friendships that cause it. I’m a sucker for those epic
romances that steal my breath and leave me always wanting more.
Take Me Fast (Bridgewater Ménage: Bridgewater County Book 3) by Vanessa Vale
Date of Publication: July 6, 2017
Blurb
They claimed her once. After seven years in the military, they’re home. Now, they’ll claim her again.
Rory and Cooper haven’t forgotten Ivy. She is the one for them, the one who became theirs one starry night before shipping off to boot camp. They didn’t expect seven years to pass before they saw her again. She’s changed, has secrets. But they don’t care. They’ll do everything they can to make her theirs. Because in Bridgewater, one cowboy is never enough.
Warning: Panty melting! Take Me Fast is book 3 in the wildly dirty series where two obsessed alpha cowboys track down the woman they claimed one starry night. This standalone HEA is all about her – no M/M.
Vanessa Vale is the USA Today bestselling author of over thirty books, sexy romance novels, including her popular Bridgewater historical romance series and hot contemporary romances featuring unapologetic bad boys who don’t just fall in love, they fall hard. When she’s not writing, Vanessa savors the insanity of raising two boys, is figuring out how many meals she can make with a pressure cooker, and teaches a pretty mean karate class. While she’s not as skilled at social media as her kids, she loves to interact with readers.
Being the Vice President of the Sin City Outlaws Motorcycle Club comes with its perks.
Respect, power, and easy women whenever I want. I have control in everything I do.
Because of that, I wasn’t expecting my president to put me on babysitting duty, and on a female cop of all fucking people. I kill law enforcement, not protect them.
Alessandra pretends to be the good-guy hiding behind that shiny badge. But I see the darkness dancing in her eyes, and it draws me to her in the worst way. I want to devour that act of innocence, pull her over the line of justice, and into my bed.
I just wasn’t expecting the handful of secrets I got behind that badge of honor I ripped from her chest. Because now, we’re retaliating against a common enemy together.
About the Author
M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She’s a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn’t live with the “what if” anymore and finally took a chance on her character’s story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.
Release Date: March 30, 2017 Cover Artist: Designs by Dana
He has never met a woman he wanted to keep, until she walks into his life.
Tucker Brady doesn’t expect to find the woman of his dreams while eating lunch at the local Dairy Dip. It takes only a quick look at Hadley Walsh, and he is like a man possessed. He has one goal: sliding between her legs and staying there.
Getting His woman is the only thing that matters.
Now that Tucker has her by his side, his life is nearly perfect. His days are filled with laughter, and his nights are full of hot sex. There’s only one little problem; his mother and Hadley hate each other. Playing referee between the two women is driving him fucking nuts!
How can Tucker fix this without having to choose between the woman in his bed and the woman who gave him life?
USA Today Bestselling author, Emily Minton is a Kentucky native. She is proud to call the Bluegrass State her home. She claims she bleeds blue–Wildcat Blue! She has been married to her husband, David, for over twenty years. They share two wonderful children.
Shelley was born and raised in Kentucky and doesn’t see herself leaving the bluegrass state anytime soon. Shelley and her husband have been together for sixteen years, and they share three beautiful daughters and one handsome son.
I’m not sure what it is about him, but for some reason since we
met, he’s consumed my thoughts. He takes the pain away—he makes me feel sane—he
makes me feel like there is a light at the end of the dark tunnel I’ve been
living in for so long.
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From
International Bestselling Author, LK Collins, comes One Final Breath an
emotional and unforgettable read about losing the one you love and learning how
to go on without them.
LK Collins is the naughty alter ego for the husband-and-wife duo behind
multiple bestselling and international bestselling novels. This real-life
couple is downright dirty in the bedroom, which bleeds through the pages of
their steaming hot stories. While LK writes the books, Mr. Collins, the
tattooed god himself, is the mastermind behind so much of the page-turning
sexiness.
If you are looking for a scorching read with chemistry so intense it jumps off
the pages, then an LK novel is for you. From standalones to series, their
stories will have you blushing and panting, ready to reread them the moment
you’ve finished. The heroes are alpha, demanding, filthy-talking men that will
do anything for their girl…or to get them.
✮✮✮A delicious world of erotica, BDSM with alpha-subs and their Dommes, and a gripping love story…Welcome to The Bee’s Honey! The first book in New York Times bestselling author Kristen Ashley’s Honey Series, THE DEEP END is a seductive and rich love story now available! ✮✮✮
Fall into THE DEEP END and grab your copy today!
About THE DEEP END (Erotic Romance Releasing March 7, 2017):
Enter a decadent sensual world where gorgeous alpha males are committed to fulfilling a woman’s every desire…
Olivier isn’t sure what he’s gotten himself into when he joins the Honey Club, only that a dark part of him hungers for the lifestyle offered by this exclusive club. Here, no boundary will be left untested…and one’s deepest fantasies will become an exquisite reality.
When Amélie invites Olivier to surrender, she gives the alpha submissive what he craves. Soon they both find themselves falling harder than they ever anticipated—but as their connection deepens, the truth about Olivier’s past could destroy everything…
Gripping and seductive, The Deep End is the first book in a sensational new series from bestselling author Kristen Ashley.
As he slowly closed the door behind him and moved his eyes to look through the room, taking it in, she watched them get wide.
They dropped to her and his amusement was clear. Not only radiating from his gaze but twitching his lips.
Another unusual—and unacceptable—reaction.
He thought this was funny.
She hoped like fuck she had the opportunity to prove him wrong.
She crossed her arms on her chest and slightly put out a foot, like she was about to start tapping her toe. In the wrap dress she wore, she knew this opened the overlap, not exposing anything, but the promise for him was impossible to resist.
His attention dropped to her legs.
“In the playrooms,” she began with a snap, and his gaze cut to hers, “I want eye contact. Unless otherwise instructed, you should not only feel free to look me directly in the eyes, if I’m in your line of sight or I’m not giving you something that your body’s natural reaction would make it difficult to meet my gaze, I require it.”
She stood there staring as he did nothing but dip his chin in acknowledgment.
Cheeky.
Exceptionally cheeky.
Fabulous.
“Unless I’ve asked for their silence or for them to ask for leave to speak, I also require my toys to respond when they’re spoken to. Even if it’s only a ‘yes, Mistress,’ or ‘no, Mistress.’”
His stance relaxed, like he was settling in at the beginning of a show he found vaguely intriguing, and his deep rumble of a voice bounced like boulders through the room. “Yes, Mistress.”
Christ, even his voice declared his challenge.
“Excellent,” she allowed. “Your name?”
“Olivier,” he answered.
French.
Also unusual, at least in this country. And interesting.
She liked it a great deal.
She studied him.
He let her, holding her eyes.
“I’m Mistress Amélie,” she eventually informed him.
“I know. You got a lotta fans out there…Mistress.”
The hesitation over him saying “Mistress” gave less of the impression he was testing her and more of the strange impression the word was unpracticed when, with any experienced sub, it would slip right off their tongue.
She made no comment to that.
“There are things we should go over,” she remarked.
“Right,” he stated, his big body adjusting again, now like he was settling in further, intent on giving her the same attention he would a flight attendant who gave the safety address.
That being no more than a courtesy.
She fought the shiver his actions created but allowed the irritation.
“Your safe word is kitten,” she stated.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You’re open to any kind of play,” she went on.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“It’s important and now’s the time to share should there be anything you wish me to shy away from, Olivier. Especially as this is the first time I’ve played with you.”
Something in his eyes flashed. Blue eyes that were the color of nothing and everything. Not sky. Not sea. Not midnight. A pure blue that only existed in the unchartable depths of a rainbow.
She felt that flash snake up between her thighs, taking residence in her womb.
He wanted this conversation done so she would play with him. He wanted the preliminaries over so they’d get to the good stuff.
He wanted her.
She stared into those blue eyes and for a moment felt mesmerized.
For God’s sake, Leigh, she berated herself in an effort to pull it together. Rainbow?
“Olivier,” she prompted.
“I’m open to anything,” he confirmed.
About Kristen Ashley:
Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA and nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorise and she hadn’t taken her first breath!). Her mother said they took Kristen away, put her Mom back in her room, her mother looked out the window, and Gary was on fire (Dr. King had been assassinated four days before). Kristen’s Mom remembered thinking it was the end of the world. Quite the dramatic beginning.
Nothing’s changed.
Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus, she’s blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched).
Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.
And as she keeps growing, it keeps getting better.
Killian Kane. He was the most feared guy in high-school. Guarded. Angry. A fighter. But when I caught him watching me with his captivating green eyes I saw something more. Something protective and kind.
He warned me to stay away from him. I did. Until I didn’t and he kissed me. A knee weakening, body tingling kiss that left me breathless. And scared the hell out of me.
And then… He warned me never to come near him again or next time he wouldn’t let me go.
That was eleven years ago. We aren’t teenagers anymore. He has probably forgotten me. He’s a famous rock star now. I’m a dance instructor with a broken dream and desperate for a job. So, when we cross paths again I don’t expect him to remember me. He does. And his warning eleven years ago? I’m about to find out exactly what that meant.
Nashoda Rose is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Toronto with her assortment of pets. She writes contemporary romance with a splash of darkness, or maybe it’s a tidal wave.
When she isn’t writing, she can be found sitting in a field reading with her dogs at her side while her horses graze nearby. She loves interacting with her readers and chatting about her addiction—books.
My name is Carly Porter… And I’m really good at bad decisions.
How do I know this, exactly? Well, not including the time I accidentally bleached my eyebrows or sprained my ankle changing a lightbulb…
I had sex with my best friend’s brother.
Zeke Elliott has been a thorn in my side for eleven years. A very sexy, very tempting, very freaking annoying one. With big…hands.
And now my clitoris has a crush on the guy.
Seriously. I can’t look at him without my vagina performing accidental kegels. Which would be fine, but he’s Cain’s brother. I hate him. He’s off limits, right?
“Don’t blame me,” he says. “You’re easy to rile. You rise to the bait every time…Like a pretty little piranha.”
“Did you just—” I spin, the wet cloth in my hand, and stare at him.
He’s holding my cake. And he’s bitten into it. The frosting is on his nose.
I respond the only possible way. I throw the cloth I’m holding at his face. It’s a damn good shot, because it opens up mid-air and covers half his face, leaving one of his eyes uncovered.
Brooke coughs and looks away.
“Thanks.” Zeke wipes his face off with the cloth and chucks it back to me. “I needed that. The damn frosting gets everywhere.”
“My frosting,” I shoot at him, turning the tap back on. “My cupcake, my frosting, your karma.”
“You two are exhausting.” Brooke sighs, joining me at the sink. “You either need to be separated on a permanent basis, like three-year-olds, or just have sex.”
My stomach loop-the-loops. “Unless he comes with batteries, I’m not interested.”
“I don’t need batteries,” Zeke offers, his sexy grin now an even sexier smirk. “It’s pretty easy to keep going when you’re being prayed to mid-fuck.”
“Why? Because you’re a god?” Brooke asks dryly. “How original of you. That’s never been used by a guy in the history of ever.”
Well. In all fairness, I might have begged to a deity once or twice when we…Never mind.
Not thinking about that.
“Can we not talk about sex?” I look around the room.
“Why?” Cain grins. “Aren’t you getting any?”
I look him dead in the eye and say, “I don’t need any.”
Zeke snorts. “People always need sex, Carly.”
I turn my attention to him and raise my eyebrow. “No. People need oxygen and water and food. You don’t even need sex to make babies now. Your point is moot.”
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
About Kristen Ashley:
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My name is Carly Porter… And I’m really good at bad decisions.
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