Friday, November 20, 2015

Release Day Blitz: Making it Right by Margaret Madigan & Merissa McCain

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Making it Right by Margaret Madigan
and Merissa McCain

Genre: Contemporary/MMA Romance
Publication Date: November 20, 2015
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Adrenaline junkie Nina Osborne never misses a hockey game or an MMA fight on TV. After the storage facility she owns is burglarized, one of her favorite MMA fighters, Drew “Juggernaut” Warner, shows up furious and blames her for his stuff being stolen. When Drew returns to apologize and clean up his storage unit, Nina parlays it into a first date and burgeoning relationship, which comes with an introduction to the exhilarating world of live MMA.

Drew has no idea when he brings smart, sassy, and super-sexy Nina into his life that she’ll rock the foundations of his carefully planned-out career. But when she decides that law enforcement isn't doing enough to solve the burglary and takes the investigation into her own hands, protecting her jeopardizes his career. The smart thing to do would be to leave her be. Problem is, while he wasn’t looking Nina took a firm grip on his heart.
Nina’s determined to make things right; however, her investigating leads her into to big trouble, forcing Drew to fight both inside the cage and out if he and Nina are to have any hope of a future together.



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Nick stepped up behind Drew. “I hear you’re incapacitated,” he said, his voice wry.

“Screw you, Parker. You try having Garcia beat the shit out of you and see how incapacitated you are.”

“Next time don’t let him beat the shit out of you.”

Drew flipped him off, but Nina could tell he didn’t mean it by the fact that his hand only got halfway up in the air before it dropped back into his lap.

Nick chuckled. “You probably shouldn’t be out here doing whatever the hell you’re doing.”

Nick looked to Nina for explanation.

She sighed, not wanting to recount the whole damn thing again. “Some assholes robbed the place last night. They broke into Drew’s unit along with a bunch of others. I guess he thought he had to do all the clean up today.”

Nick shook his head, as he grabbed Drew’s arm and slung it over his shoulder, hauling him to a standing position.

“You’re a stubborn asshole,” he said.

“It’s my Mom’s stuff. I had to take care of it.”

“It’ll still be here tomorrow,” Nick said as he stuffed Drew into the passenger seat of his car.

“I don’t know. It’s not really safe. I don’t want to lose anything else.” Drew said.

Nina cringed. She approached Drew’s window while Nick went and locked up Drew’s Jeep.

“I’m so sorry, Drew,” she told him. “I’ll do everything I can to get your things back. Even if I have to look for the burglars myself.”

Drew snorted, “You do that, sweetheart.”

His head flopped back onto the headrest and he closed his eyes. She couldn’t tell if he’d passed out again or just dismissed her.

Nick handed her the Jeep keys and opened his driver’s door. “I’ll have him call you in a few days and we’ll make arrangements to pick up his car. Here are the keys in the meantime, in case you have to move it.”

“Thanks,” she said. “I’ll go ahead and unlock the gate for you. I’m glad you came to pick him up.”

“He’d do the same for me.”

As the gate shut after them, she watched Nick pull out onto the road and drive away.

“Don’t worry Drew, I’ll make it right.”



margaretmadiganMargaret Madigan



I write historical, paranormal, contemporary, and erotic romance, as well as science fiction.

I'm an Oregon Ducks fan.
I'm a donut and pastry addict (pretty much any carbs, really).
I like cats.
I'm terrified of balloons.
When I'm not writing you'll find me in a college classroom teaching English, or working as a literary agent for an amazing agency...and of course, wrangling my family.

merissamccainMerissa McCain



I love to read, I love to write, I love coffee. Almost every author says this about themselves because these things are often so central to what we do, and what keeps us awake to get it done. But reading that description a few dozen times doesn’t give you much insight to who your author is, not really. All the good stuff comes from where they’ve been, where they’re going, where they want to go and how they want to get here.

So, here are a few things beyond the generic; things that shape who I am.
I grew up in Africa. We didn’t have electricity beyond a limited gasoline generator most of my childhood and didn’t have a television until I was sixteen. So, I filled all that extra time with reading, and scribbling down my own stories.
I’ve now lived in the USA longer than I’ve lived in Africa, although I tend to move every couple years. I’m a nomad at heart. I travel back and forth to Africa at least once a year, and I’ve felt for a very long time like I straddle worlds. Like I can make myself fit in everywhere, but I don’t fully belong anywhere. Maybe that's why my characters are often trying to decide where they fit in the context of others. Why part of their happily ever after is finding a place that claims them, a place where they fully belong.
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Release Blitz: Off Limits - A Taboo Anthology



“Off Limits - A Taboo Anthology” ~ Nine, titillating tales by today’s hottest authors in one salacious anthology. 
Nine naughty authors, including New York Times, USA Today and Amazon Best Sellers, in one amazing anthology. Off Limits includes two never-before-released novels.
“Off Limits - A Taboo Anthology” includes the following books: 
Sarah M. Cradit, St. Charles at Dusk - Set amidst the lush and vibrant backdrop of New Orleans, this is the story of Oz and Adrienne. Of forbidden love, and startling heartbreak.
Jami Denise, Temptation - Dara Perry is having a very dry spell. Getting stood up on Valentine's Day accentuates how pathetic her life has become. That is, until she spots her very sexy boss sitting across the bar from her, and he promises to turn her bad luck into a very good night.
S.M. Donald, A Taboo Lesson - Chrissy never thought she would get caught snooping through people's computers and seeing their most intimate files, while working as a housekeeper at an expensive hotel. The man who caught her was someone from her past, but hadn't seen in ten years. She never thought that he would punish her so severely and love it.
T.S. Irons, My Wicked Stepsister - I’ve been her protector, her rock, her savior. I also happened to be her stepbrother, and completely infatuated with her. Should I push aside my feelings of desire or cross a line I’m not sure either one of us can come back from? 
Morgan Jane Mitchell, In Too Deep - Taking what she wants from a new man every night lands Loraine in the local sex addict's support group where she sees a familiar face. After learning all her secrets, Loraine’s new boss Rick is determined to fix her with his own brand of therapy.
MJ Lovewyn, Between Lines (New Release) - High School Algebra Teacher, Alex Pink turns his life upside down to reunite with his summer fling only to find the woman of his dreams sitting in the third row of his class. Sometimes the worst line to cross is the one you don’t realize you already have.
Liv Morris, Love Lessons - Desperate to find a teaching job after graduating college, Tali Tillman returns to her high school to teach English Literature. One of her students and star quarterback, Daniel Johnson, begins to fail her class, so Tali's asked to tutor him after-hours. Lines between teacher and student become blurred, but will they be crossed?
Alexia Purdy, Volatile Confessions - When brothers Grant and Thomas Sully return into Hannah’s life, she knows this sinister road is full of hidden motives and forgotten lies. The brothers’ demands risk her losing everything to keep her skeletons locked away, but doing so could mean letting go of all she’s ever wanted.
Ginger Singh, The Billionaire’s Stepdaughter (New Release) - Everett isn't used to not getting what she wants. When what she wants is her mother's husband there is nothing a little tit for tat won't get her.



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Sarah is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Paranormal Southern Gothic series, The House of Crimson & Clover, born of her combined passion for New Orleans, family sagas, and the mysterious complexity of human nature. Her work has been described as rich, emotive, and highly dimensional.

An unabashed geek, Sarah enjoys studying subjects like the Plantagenet and Ptolemaic dynasties, and settling debates on provocative Tolkien topics such as why the Great Eagles are not Gandalf's personal taxi service. Passionate about travel, Sarah has visited over twenty countries collecting sparks of inspiration (though New Orleans is where her heart rests). She's a self-professed expert at crafting original songs to sing to her very patient pets, and a seasoned professional at finding ways to humiliate herself (bonus points if it happens in public). When at home in Oregon, her husband and best friend, James, is very kind about indulging her love of fast German cars and expensive lattes.

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Jami Denise

Jami Denise is an up and coming writer from Southern California.
She writes Contemporary Romance, New Adult, and Erotica.

She has always had a strong desire to write. From a very young age, books became her escape. She loves the freedom to express herself through her stories and share them with others. 

Her books are always on the spicy side with a little bit of sweet to make you swoon. Her feisty kittens always give the bad boys a run for their money. She likes taking risks, pushing her characters into directions that challenge the reader and take them out of their element. You'll usually find the unexpected to happen in her stories. Life isn't always pretty, and she likes to layer her words with true grit. 

She is a self professed cat lady, addicted to coffee and Monster, cupcake lip balm, and loves all things old,grungy,and fast. She's well versed in sarcasm, and the F-word is her favorite adjective. 

When she doesn't have her nose in a book, or fingers on a keyboard, she's spending time with family and friends, watching old movies, and waiting for the next felon to come sweep her off her feet.

She loves interacting with her readers and meeting new friends.
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S.M. Donald
S. M. Donald is just an average girl. She could be your next door neighbor or a librarian. You'd never know in real life that she's got some pretty wicked fantasies!
T.S. Irons
Bestselling author T.S. Irons likes all things smutty! She loves lingerie, sexy movies and hot reads.
She lives in Pensylvania with her sexy husband and their crazy dog. Her published works include the Taboo Triology: Step-Dom, Sibling Rivalry, and My Wicked Stepsister.
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Morgan Jane Mitchell
Bestselling erotic romance and paranormal author, Morgan Jane Mitchell spent years blogging politics and health trends before she rediscovered her love of writing fiction. Trading politicians for bloodsuckers of another kind, she's now the author of bestselling post-apocalyptic fantasy novel, Sanguis City. Her action packed series of vampires, witches, demons and zombies is paranormal romance, dystopia, urban fantasy and erotica in one bite. When Morgan Jane is not creating the city of blood or conjuring up other supernatural tales, she's dreaming up erotic and dark romances. Morgan Jane lives in the beautiful bluegrass area of central Kentucky with her husband, 3 sons, 3 cats and a greyhound shepherd mix dog named Miss Penni Lane. She also writes erotic romance as MJ Lovewyn.
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Liv Morris
USA Today bestselling author, Liv Morris, was raised in the Ozark Mountains of Missouri. She now resides on the rock known as St. Croix, USVI with her first and hopefully last husband. After relocating twelve times during his corporate career, she qualifies as a professional mover. Learning to bloom where she's planted, Liv brings her moving and life experience to her writing. 
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Alexia Purdy
 
Alexia currently lives in Las Vegas, Nevada - Sin City! She loves to spend every free moment writing or playing with her four rambunctious kids. Writing has always been her dream and she has been writing ever since she can remember. She is the award-winning author of the Reign of Blood series and A Dark Faerie Tale Series.
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Ginger Singh

Ginger Singh enjoys writing erotica that is strange, and different, and sometimes humorous. She has a good sense of humor and a desire to push the envelope. You never know what she might come out with next.
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Book Blitz: Sinful by Jennifer Dawson


Sinful
Jennifer Dawson
(Undone #2)
Publication date: November 17th 2015
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

I’ve wanted my brother’s best friend, Leo Santoro, for too many years to count.

No matter what I do, he won’t confront the attraction that burns between us.

It’s time to put him behind me once and for all.

I have no choice but to call his bluff.

And then I will walk away.

The last woman I should want is my best friend’s baby sister, Jillian Banks.

No matter what I do, she won’t ignore the attraction that burns between us.

It’s time she learns the real me.

The only promise I can make is that her fantasies are no match for reality.

And then I’ll watch her walk away.
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I make a very good show of hiding it, but the second Jillian walks through the door it’s like some sort of internal sonar is flipped on, sending out waves through the air.
It’s been that way since the moment I laid eyes on her all those years ago. I still remember with vivid clarity the first time I saw her, before I knew she was my best friend’s baby sister. Therefore permanently off limits.
I’d stood on stage, the bright Chicago sun glaring against my dark uniform as I graduated from the academy, my family beaming at me from the audience. My youngest of three sisters, Talia, waved frantically and I winked, attempting to remain serious and cop-like. Jillian was two rows back, her hair a dark cascade over her shoulders, a wide smile on her very fuckable lips as she laughed at something the person next to her said. She’d worn a sleeveless powder-blue dress that cut in a V down the slope of her breasts and clung to her tall, curvy frame. Everything about her was lush, strong and gorgeous.
My first thought was that she looked like the kind of girl I’d like to hurt.
In a good way, that would drive her crazy and make her come all over the place, but still a fucked-up thought by most people’s standards. I take my sex hard, rough and a bit cruel. I like to control and bend a woman to my will. I like her wanton and begging. Mad with uncontrollable, all-consuming lust, and there is just something about Jillian that calls to that dominant, slightly sadistic part of me like she’s crack.
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Jennifer Dawson grew up in the suburbs of Chicago and graduated from DePaul University with a degree in psychology. She met her husband at the public library while they were studying. To this day she still maintains she was NOT checking him out. Now, over twenty years later they’re married living in a suburb right outside of Chicago with two awesome kids and a crazy dog. Despite going through a light FM, poem writing phase in high school, Jennifer never grew up wanting to be a writer (she had more practical aspirations of being an international super spy). Then one day, suffering from boredom and disgruntled with a book she’d been reading, she decided to put pen to paper. The rest, as they say, is history. These days Jennifer can be found sitting behind her computer writing her next novel, chasing after her kids, keeping an ever watchful eye on her ever growing to-do list, and NOT checking out her husband.

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Release Blitz: Easton's Everything by Amy Gregory



EASTON’S EVERYTHING
 by Amy Gregory

In this addition to Amy Gregory's FINDING PERFECT series, Easton Montgomery meets his match in Jessica Pierce. Fans of Fix You by Mari Carr and Carly Phillip’s Karma, will love this funny and romantic addition to the Finding Perfect series.

Easton Montgomery demands control and order. He’s purposely kept to himself, no strings and no nonsense. Preferring to be in charge of his destiny, keeping his life neat and tidy, all wrapped up. Life is perfect, until the bow comes undone and his world completely unravels.
Jessica Pierce left Denver years ago with nothing more than her clothes and a need for a brand new beginning. After planting roots where her car broke down, life was good for a while. Then the ranch owner who helped her rebuild her life threw her a curve ball. Now she’s the new girl in Renlend, Kansas on the Montgomery’s ranch, and their son Easton is a constant source of frustration and distraction. Getting her hands around the veterinarian’s neck and squeezing, looks better by the day.
After a week of stepping around each other, dodging barbed comments, and Jessica’s smart mouth, Easton realizes she’s got more fire than any other woman he’s met. Suddenly Easton wonders if this curvy, blonde spitfire might just be the challenge he’s been waiting for.

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Easton closed in on her, effectively trapping her between the truck and the open door. He’d meant to intimidate her into speaking, instead he was encircled by the scents of her shampoo and soap, both floral and light. Very feminine, despite the hard work of being a farm hand. Her eyes dilated rapidly before she glanced toward the dessert and away from him.

“Can you please back the hell up?”

“I want to know what you’re not telling me.”

“If you’re so damned concerned, why don’t you ask your father? Better yet, go ask your mother. It’s not my place to say a fucking word, Easton Montgomery. Now stop putting me in the middle, get the hell out of my personal space and quit acting like some macho tough ass who thinks I’m some little lady he can boss around. Never gonna happen.”

“What’s never gonna happen?” He tipped his head. She sucked in a quick rush of air, loud enough for him to read her mind. English was his first language obviously. Sign language, though he was learning, he was far from fluent. But body language—he was a self-professed expert. She hadn’t meant for the last three words to slip from her mouth.

Easton leaned in, “For the record, you’re as gorgeous as you think you are.” She attempted to spin away, but the confined space kept her facing him.

“Unlike you…I don’t think I’m gorgeous, Mr. God’s Gift to Women.”

“Are you saying, you think I’m an egotistical, arrogant ass with a black book for late night booty calls?”

Jessica grinned, her mouth tipped up in a pursed, cute little bow, her hands went to her shapely hips. “I didn’t say it. You did.”

“What are you, ten?”

“I thought I’d better dumb down my vocabulary and sentiments for you to comprehend.”

Easton folded his arms across his chest before he laid them on her. For the first time he found himself surrounded by people and not caring he had an audience. He wanted nothing more than to shut her contrite pink lips up by hauling her up against him and taking control of the situation before she got too out of hand.

“What’s Mom doing?” He tried to pull his thoughts away from the erotic pictures building in his head.

“She’s sitting at the kitchen table writing recipes down for me. Ones she says are in her head. There, are you satisfied, yet?”

The little head jerk she gave to accentuate her point nearly did him in. Easton smirked, holding onto every fiber of not only his temper, but his desire. “Not nearly, darling.”

  “I’m not your darling. I’m not your honey, sweetheart, doll face—your nothing. Not now, not ever. I’m here for your mom, your dad and more importantly, Roscoe. If it wasn’t for the fact that in a very short time, I’ve grown to really like your parents and I need a place for my horse—you’d be eating gravel about now.”

Her skin was tinged with the most beautiful shade of pink. Her blue eyes had darkened and her pulse had spiked. Easton knew she was bluffing with every bold-faced lie she spoke. He lifted his chin, daring her to continue. She opened her mouth, he lifted his brow…waiting. She narrowed her eyes at him and clamped her mouth shut.


Amy Gregory leads an incredibly active lifestyle in Kansas City with her husband and their three fantastic kids who keep them running in three very different directions. When she's not rushing her oldest daughter to tumbling, her youngest daughter to music lessons, or sitting track-side watching her son practice motocross, she's taking the few minutes in between to scribble the next pages in her Racing to Love series.
When asked, "When do you have time to write?" Amy Gregory giggles. "In bits and pieces," she says.
Amy is known for her snarky, off the cuff sense of humor, which you'll find shining through in the characters she's created.

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Book Tour: Crush by Kim Karr




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A STORY OF TAINTED LOVE
The story continues, Will Love Conquer All?


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The danger isn’t over.
It’s only just begun.
Circumstances brought them together and their undeniable connection won’t let them part. But when the past and the present collide, emotions run high—things are said, lines are crossed, and rules are broken. Both focused on crushing the enemy, the retribution is almost too much to bear. Still, there’s no undoing what has already been done, and every action has a consequence.
He loves her and she loves him, but love isn’t a shield.
Sometimes your only choice is the one you’d rather not make. Pushed to the limit, the tainted love of Logan and Elle is in jeopardy. With outside forces driving a wedge between them, they have to dig deep within their souls to release the ghosts of their pasts, and fight even harder for what neither knew they needed—each other.
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Elle Sterling

The coolness of the night air had begun to set in. With the suddenly harsher wind, Lindsay and I both felt the chill and even in our heels, we hastened our pace.

As soon as we walked into the hotel suite, I was assaulted by the tang of a sticky, sweet scent. It was the smell of pot. Never one to try it myself, in my travels I’d come across many people who had. Moldy grass was how I’d always described the smell.

Lindsay shot me a glance and confirmed my suspicion.

Hard rock blared through the open space. The patio doors were open and I saw the back of two heads flopped on the lounge chairs. Even over the music, I heard laughter rumbling into the room. I was glad that at least Logan was upbeat.

Lindsay started for them and looked at me. “Shhh.”

I followed, keeping my mouth shut.

We both approached, eager to see our men, but stopped at the edge of door to watch them. They were playing cards and a baggie of pot was on the floor.

James had changed and was now wearing sleep pants and a T-shirt. He had a cigar gripped between his teeth while he tossed two piles of cards onto the table between them.

Logan was still in his suit pants but had removed everything else. Everything. Outside in his pants only, I wondered how he wasn’t freezing until I looked up and saw the heat lamps were on.

“Baby, you’re going to stink,” Lindsay said loudly, breaking the silence.

Both men jerked their heads back.

The smile that spread across Logan’s face was slow and seductive.

Sexy.

The sight of him dried my throat and made my heart pound. Right then I didn’t care about anything but comforting him through kisses.

Lindsay was still talking, saying something about the rancid smell of the cigar.

Me, I was already leaning over Logan and placing my lips very close to his. “Are you okay?”

“I am now.”

“You sure?”

He nodded and said, “Don’t listen to James. He likes to be a drama queen.”

“I heard that.”

Ignoring James, Logan gave me a single tug and pulled me onto his lap. I found myself provocatively straddling him. His cards fell to the floor, but I heard no one complain. And then his hands anchored my hips as his mouth attacked mine, while my hands gripped his shoulders for support.

“Where are your clothes?” I managed to ask.

The corners of his lips tilted up. “We had a small wrestling match and my shirt took the brunt of the action.”

I laughed.

Boys will be boys.

My dress had ridden up and if anyone was looking, they could see my panties. I just didn’t care enough right then to see what James and Lindsay were doing.

I should have cared. I should have cared just how inebriated or high Logan was. I should have, but his primal response to my presence did something to me that made me want to be what he needed. Made me want to be wild and free for once in my entire life.
Maybe it was the Lindsay effect.

His kiss traveled from the corner of my mouth, along my jaw, to my throat.

My hands moved higher to toy with his hair behind his neck.
His teeth were sharp as they skidded across my skin, but the soft heat from his tongue soothed the burn.

I turned my head to give him full access, and that was when I saw Lindsay’s head moving towards James’s lap.

Again, I should have cared, but I just didn’t.

I wasn’t sure if Logan noticed, but he turned my chin to look at him. “We should go home,” he slurred. The way his eyes flickered over me so intensely made the idea of waiting for a cab and then riding home in one seem like it would take a lifetime.

With my hands flat on his bare chest, I found myself scooting up his body, stopping only when the soft fabric of my wet panties aligned perfectly with the tented fabric of his slacks. “I want you now,” I whispered.

Logan’s tongue flicked out to wet his lips. “I’m drunk, probably not the best idea.”

I raised myself ever so slightly and lowered my body, making the most exquisite contact with his erection. “I’m not and you seem just fine.”

His hand stroked my hair and pulled out the clip holding it up. “You want this? Here?”

My breath was wild. My nipples taut. My clit was pulsing. I realized I was excited. “Yes, I want you to take me here.”

His gaze slid to the side and so did mine. James was thrusting into Lindsay’s mouth. “James!” Logan shouted.

A grunt was his only reply.

“Hurry up and get the fuck inside, will you.”

Again, a grunt was his response.

Logan’s attention back on me, his hands threaded through my hair and slid over my shoulders and down my arms to capture my hands. He pressed our palms together so that our fingers were linked and drew in a shuddering breath. “You’re so beautiful. You know that?”

“I love you.” I’m not sure why I felt compelled to tell him that, but the way he looked at me when I did made me feel like we’d both found true love in each other, and all the worries that messed with my thoughts evaporated as his gaze flared. All that mattered was him. Comforting him. Getting him through this. Being here—for him.

He brought me to him with a hand to the back of my head, holding me in place while he kissed me breathless, maybe hard enough that he might have bruised my mouth.

Again, I didn’t care.

The kiss went on and on and when he finally pulled away, I hadn’t had nearly enough of him. It was when my eyes fell to the bag of joints on the ground that I realized Logan did not taste of thyme or moldy grass or smell like skunk, and I was a little glad that he hadn’t gotten high. I had a feeling he had struggled with drugs during his life and with my own father being an alcoholic, I was all too familiar with the claim that addictive habits were hereditary.
Another sideways glance on his part had my gaze following. “Finally,” he muttered. The lounge beside us was now empty, as was the living area. James and Lindsay must have gone into the bedroom. Logan must have been waiting for them to leave.
Knowing we were alone, lust won out over good sense and I stood and stripped myself naked.

Logan drew in a shuddering breath and stood as well, shedding his pants and underwear quickly.

I stared at him, naked and beautiful, and licked my lips. That card I’d seen in the store came to mind. Just because my issues might never allow me to be submissive didn’t mean I couldn’t be the dominant type.

He held out his hand for me to take it and instead I pointed to a chair next to the lounger. “Sit down.”

“Don’t you want to go inside?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No, sit down.”

He raised a brow.

I kept my finger pointed.

No one could see us up this high and with the heat lamps on, something about fucking outside felt incredibly erotic.

A slow, seductive smile spread across his lips, and as he sat his eyes looked like dark flames. The hazel was gone, replaced by dilated pupils that bled pure lust.

Since I was already drenched, he easily slid inside me as I sat on his cock.

The sensation of him filling me made me shout out, and Logan wasn’t exactly quiet himself. I heard pleasurable groans escape his throat.

This was what we both needed.

Each other.

I just hoped it would be like this forever.

My hands were not bound but they gripped the chair, my back was to his chest, and my legs were spread wide. I was open to him. Fully and completely open to him. In this position, I was his to do with whatever he pleased.

It was then I realized that in our relationship we didn’t need a dominant or a submissive. We only needed each other.
And as his palm found my breast and his fingers pressed against my clit, I closed my eyes and relished what I had with him.
For us…give and take was all we needed.



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I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing.


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