CBP-Lea Barrymire Angling For Love Blog Blitz

  

Hello! Welcome to my stop on the Angling For Love Blog Blitz. Below is the Blog Blitz schedule, make sure you visit all the stops for a better chance at winning!  Up for grabs is a $15 gift certificate to Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or ARe, winner's choice.

A.M. Griffin                                   10/2- Wed
For The Love of Reading                  10/2- Wed
The eBook Reviewers                  10/2- Wed
For the Love of Bookends           10/2- Wed
Perusing Princesses                           10/2- Wed
Anya Richards                                   10/2- Wed
Hennessee Andrews                           10/2- Wed
Unearthly Musings                           10/3- Thur
The Jeep Diva                                   10/3- Thur
Jayne Kingston                                   10/3- Thur
All I Want and More                           10/3- Thur
Lusty Penguin Reviews                  10/3- Thur
Cristal Ryder                                   10/3- Thur
For Whom The Books Toll           10/3- Thur
AJ Jarrett                                           10/3- Thur
Illustrious Illusions                           10/4- Fri
Kick Start Your Heart Romance   10/4- Fri
Close Encounters with the Night Kind  10/4- Fri          

Title: Angling for Love                                                            

Release: 10/2/2013

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave

Book Length: Plus Novel

Genre: Erotic Romance

Contemporary Menage

Blurb:

Arin Walters decides that after ending her long-term relationship with her cheating boyfriend, she needs a vacation in the Montana mountains. She packs her fly-fishing gear and heads off for a week of relaxation and emotional healing.

Brent and Jared have been best friends since childhood. The abuse they suffered as children binds them together. They want a woman to share and build a life with but they’ve been burned in the past.

When Arin shows up at their fishing lodge, sparks fly and all three feel the beginning of something they crave—acceptance and love. Now they must hope that the passion between them is enough to help them leave the past behind.       

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Excerpt:

She squeaked when two tanned hands cupped her breasts and squeezed the flesh. Seeing them both touching her set something free inside. She’d known this was going to happen, known she wanted it, but to see it was something different. It was so right. Jared’s rougher hand skated down her stomach as Brent kneaded her breast and teased the nipple. She watched with rapt attention as he bent and swept his tongue over the nub. She moaned as Jared mimicked the move on the other side.

“Keep your eyes open and watch us.” Brent’s command was punctuated by another hot swipe of his tongue.

They each pulled a nipple into their mouth, swirling tongues around the contracted flesh. Her belly shook from the sensation. Hot hands slid down her stomach and pulled her thighs apart. She grabbed handfuls of their hair to give herself something to hold on to. Her body was going to explode in moments, and she needed an anchor.

“Spread your legs for us.”

She complied quickly, shifting her knees so her legs were wide open. She watched Jared shift between her legs and stare up her torso with the sexiest grin she’d ever seen. She had to release her hold on his hair as he slid down her body. He placed warm kisses over her belly, circling her belly button, then hovered over her pussy. She held her breath, waiting. The image was already feeding her need. She could almost feel his tongue on her clit. Never had she wanted someone’s mouth on her cunt so badly. Hot puffs of air teased her and a rush of moisture coated her pussy.

A moan escaped her lips when he looked up at her as he lowered his mouth to her. Fingers spread her lips apart a heartbeat before his tongue snaked out of his mouth and took a slow swipe along her folds.

“You like watching Jared go down on you, don’t you?” She turned her gaze to Brent and found him watching Jared as well. He slowly slid his gaze up her body, like a heated caress. When his eyes met hers, she melted. Need, pure and simple throbbed between them.

When he bent to capture her nipple again, she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer. Sensations so strong had her back bowing and a whimper on her lips. Fingers stroked in and out of her pussy while hot lips tugged on her clit. Wet kisses and sensual licks had her on the edge of a release in moments. Brent’s hand wrapped around her other breast, tugging on the nipple in time to the suckling of the other.

About Lea Barrymire

Lea lives in Western New York with her hubby, three children, and miscellaneous critters. Before the rugrats, she lived a life of adventure, following her husband all over Europe with the US military. She’s slept in a car outside Paris, drove six hours just to see tulips in the Netherlands, and knocked ash from her shoes at Pompeii. Now she spends her time in life’s adventures at soccer games, PTA meetings and school plays.

Lea has loved reading from a very young age, spending many sleepless nights devouring books. Science fiction and paranormal were her favorite genres to read as a teenager, and that love bled into her adult life. She started writing during a bout of insomnia, to fill time, and found it filled a creative void. Now she communes regularly with the characters in her head and tries not to laugh out loud when they say something funny.

When Lea isn’t reading, writing or corralling kids, she enjoys watching movies and sciencey shows, or just kicking back and listening to some music.

Find Lea on her Website – Facebook – Twitter - Blog      

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Author Wednesdays-Piper Trace with Giveaway

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It's Author Wednesday time again, and I have Piper Trace, aka Naughty Hotness of the Cabal of Hotness girls. Welcome to For Whom The Books Toll and thank you for stopping by. Piper is doing an awesome giveaway, she's offering one e-book copy of EVERY book on her back list, Fueling Her Fire, Bossing the Boss, Fondled & Gobbled: Someone Had To Do It, and Fondled & Gobbled: Messier Than Ever, to a random commenter. Just answer Piper's question in the comments. Good luck.
            Here's the question:
 Given my descriptions of Evie, Ford and Charley below, who would you rather spend time with? Clean time, dirty time, girl time, ménage time...whatever! You can pick more than one. ;)  Deadline to comment is midnight, Friday Oct 4.Here's our interview:
Thanks so much for having me! I really LOVE to interact with readers so these "appearances" are a treat for me!
 
On average, how long does it take you to write a book? 
Umm, three years? That's not actually true, but my numbers have been skewed by the massive MMF ménage that has, in fact, taken me three years to write! But it's finally in edits, so there my be a light at the end of that ménage someday before it hits four years. Come When Called is the book. Check it out when you finally see it! We may split it into two books because it's so long.
 
Do you have any writing rituals? 
No rituals, so to speak. I'm always playing around with how much outlining, plotting and character sketches I do before I write a book. I'm getting pretty thorough with the outlining and notes before I begin writing. And of course I thoroughly pin pix of hot male inspiration on Pinterest! If you want to see what I'm working on now, my Pinterest boards will give you some hints. 
Oh, I guess I do have one "ritual", if you can call it that. I write in my car a lot. Even when I have an empty house to myself, I'll still drive my car somewhere, roll the windows down and write. I have lots of theories why I do this, but I'm honestly not exactly sure why my muse likes to be in the car. But one of my male heroes in Come When Called is named Ford, and it occurred to me one day that I've spent three years writing about Ford in a Chevy. :) 
 
Do you prefer to write in silence or with music? 
Silence. I think one of the reasons it takes me so long to write a book is that I really need absolute silence, and I don't get that too often with two young children and a full-time job!
 
What’s your biggest writing achievement? Why? 
My ménage book, Come When Called--which is still not out yet. I wrote a ménage erotic romance book in third person limited POV. I had no idea how difficult this would be until it was too late, which is one of the reasons it's taken me so long to write! There's a lot going on physically in a ménage, and this book that I wrote is very heavy on the deep-thinking and emotions of those involved in the ménage as well. Those things are hard to successfully communicate when we only get to "hear" the thoughts of ONE of the participants. Oh the mental gymnastics it took for me to write that book...
 
What can readers expect next from you? 
Come When Called! MMF, bdsm-lite, ménage, super long novel. 
 
If you could bring one of your characters to life, which one would it be and why? 
Evie! The heroine in Come When Called, because she's tough, smart, interesting and brave. I think she'd be fun to be friends with. No, I changed my mind. Ford, because he's so mysterious and dominating and sexy. No, Charley because he's so hot and fun and lights up a room with his sexual sunshine!  Okay, I can't decide. 
Sexual sunshine?? Believe it or not, I think you'll totally understand that if you read Come When Called. It's a good description of Charley's particular charisma. 
 
Other than writing, what are some of your passions in life?
 I like to read horror and anything paranormal. Plus I do a lot of woodworking, repurposing, building stuff and sewing. I dig power tools. 
 
If you could have any superpower what would you choose? 
To be able to accomplish things quickly!
 
Now, for the fun Questions:
Coffee or Tea? 
Coffee, and lots of it. Dunkin' Donuts is my favorite.

Salty or Sweet? 
Salty

Chocolate or vanilla?
 Chocolate

Shoes or barefoot? 
High heels!

Favorite color? 
Blue

Early bird or night owl? 
NIGHT OWL. I've stayed up all night writing and then gone to work in the morning. More than once. It's not fun when you're not twenty-two anymore.
 

Here's a fantastic excerpt from Come When Called, enjoy!!!
“You kissed me,” Ford said simply.
“What? You mean earlier? Before…” She wasn’t sure what to call it. Before we made love? Had sex?
“Before we fucked,” he finished for her, without a hesitation given to his choice of vocabulary. “Yes, before that. You kissed me.”
“Uh, technically, I think you kissed me. I just kissed back.”
“Okay, so you kissed back.” He paused and Evie wasn’t sure there was more to the statement, but finally he asked, “Did you like kissing back?”
She pulled away to study him. Was this a trick question? She had nothing to lose by answering honestly.
“Yes, I liked kissing you very much.” Deciding to take a chance, she added, “I’d like it better if I could call you Ford.”
He looked bemused. “Why?”
“Because when I have to call you Mr. Lachance, and I kiss you, I feel like I’m kissing my boss.”
“You are kissing your boss.”
“I know, but I’m also kissing dead-sexy and charming Ford, and that’s who I really want to kiss.”
He pursed his lips, and she could see he was trying to hide his pleasure at her admission. “Ford,” he tested. “I’m not sure if it will work for me. Let me hear it.”
“Ford.” She smiled. It made her almost feel like they were friends.
“Hmm, I still can’t decide. Use it in a sentence please.”
“Okay,” she said. “Ford fucked me hard while he held me down across his desk.”
“Oh.” His eyes lit in a way that reminded her of that excited boy again. Pure and unadulterated elation. “That was a good sentence,” he breathed.
“I quite enjoyed it myself—the sentence, that is.”
“The sentence—of course,” he agreed, his face solemn. “Who would enjoy being held down and fucked?” He shrugged his shoulders.
She held up a finger. “By Ford—don’t forget that part!”
“Yes, exactly. Who would enjoy such a thing?”
She knew they were both teasing, but she felt compelled to make him understand. She wanted to find that sixteen-year-old boy in him and tell him he’s not alone and he’s not a freak. Tell him that normal, healthy, successful people have the same urges for sexual dominance as he does. And conversely, the urge to be dominated completely, like her. No matter what his father beat into him.
Taking his hand, she stroked along his long fingers while she kept her eyes down. “I would,” she said simply, her tone sincere.
He didn’t answer right away, but reached out with his other hand and raised her chin. She saw confusion in his eyes—confusion and what looked like the stirrings of hope. Funny, because that’s how she always felt around him.
“What?” he whispered.
The vulnerable look in his eyes gave her the courage to say it confidently, with no waver of embarrassment in her voice. “I enjoyed it—really, honestly loved it—Ford, when you held me down and fucked me.”
“The fucking part or the holding you down part?”
“Both. Together.”
He frowned for a heartbeat in what looked like disbelief, and then pulled her close without another hesitation and kissed her, long and deep. His lips soft, his tongue gentle, probing, almost shy. And he kept his eyes closed tightly, cupping her head in his big hands. When he finally stopped, he rested his forehead against hers, keeping his eyes screwed shut.
Finally he blinked twice, his eyes growing distant again, and thanked her for her time while helping her to her feet. His polite mask had slammed firmly back into place and the moment was gone.
She touched her lips as she left the room, knowing the last kiss had been different, and that knowledge sent butterflies of both joy and unease swirling through her belly.


Thanks for having me on your blog! This was lots of fun! 
 

Blurb:

Lauren is wound as tight as a spring—stingy with her praise, her emotions and her heart. The youngest VP of sales in the firm’s history, she’s far too busy to attend the office party, which means when her sleeve is caught in the shredder, she’s trapped, vulnerable, in the deserted offices. 

Her best salesman, the handsome and charismatic Rob, has a secret—he’s a dominant and hasn’t been able to find the right submissive to satisfy his insatiable needs. When he rounds the corner of the file room and finds his stuck-up and domineering boss bound and helpless in a provocative position, he can’t help his body’s natural and intense reaction. 

Lauren is always in charge. She could never be a submissive. And yet Rob’s words and touch make her yearn to submit. And Rob wants nothing more than to show Lauren exactly who’s boss.

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Blurb:                                                                                                                 

Lonely and frustrated with her love life, Kip’s decided to spend Christmas alone in her family’s cabin in the mountains, rediscovering herself and not thinking about men…until a last-minute firewood delivery brings her face-to-face with the grown-up version of the sexy football star who broke her heart eight years ago.

Kip’s never stopped thinking about Dylan, but the memories are both searingly hot and brutally painful. When they find themselves snowed in together on Christmas Eve, neither can deny the passion that still smolders between them. If they can overcome the past, they can let the flames ignite at last.

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Blurb:

The perfect man—with the imperfect cock and oral skills. The Dom who isn’t a dom, and the man who proves it to him. The alien with dessert-flavored semen and three cocks. The older man (a kajillionaire with a penthouse in Seattle…) who has limitless ability to come all night with his naïve little virgin. A woman on a diet who craves a feast of meat and finds herself five Broadshaft Brothers who can deliver.

If you’re looking for the perfect romance with the perfect hero and heroine, this isn’t it! This is a series of spoofs, parodies, just-for-fun lighthearted take-offs. It’s for all us longtime, hard-core romance readers who can laugh at the clichés, purple prose and “suspend your disbelief” plot devices that haunt our beloved favorite genre.

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Blurb:                                                                                                             

His plan was to find a mate to give him offspring, not to bear the children himself! Can a centuries-old city vampire and a honky-tonk country honey accept each other’s unusual sexual needs? The perfect dream lover is definitely too good to be true, especially when you’ve been drinking in an Irish pub. What’s a male erotic dancer actually thinking during that lap dance?

If you’re looking for the perfect romance with the perfect hero and heroine, this isn’t it! This is a series of spoofs, parodies, just-for-fun lighthearted take-offs. It’s for all us longtime, hard-core romance readers who can laugh at the clichés, purple prose and “suspend your disbelief” plot devices that haunt our beloved favorite genre.

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                                           Author Bio:
I’m Piper Trace, and we’re gonna have fun together. I write erotic romances of all sorts…contemporary, menage, BDSM, paranormal, M/F, M/M, F/F. There is so much sexy in this world, why not celebrate all kinds?

I wasn’t born “Piper”, but I needed an evil, naughty identity for my evil, naughty side…because I’m a mom and a corporate lawyer, and not everyone is as open-minded as we are, right? So I picked Piper Trace. Easy to spell, easy to remember… Hopefully, hard to forget. 

Why Piper?

I wanted the name to say “girl-next-door”, but the one who dresses with her shades open. Piper’s your best friend who tells you dirty stories, always encourages you to “go for it” and insists your skirt isnot too short unless your pussy lips are showing…and even then, it depends on the event. I know my etiquette.

How did I get started writing?

It’s always been my dream to be a writer. I took creative writing courses in college and all of my stories were about sex. On my last paper my professor commented, “Well written, and about your favorite subject, of course.” Of course! I turned 21 while taking the class and one of the other students told me, “I can see you now, sitting at a bar…” (read in slurred drunken speech) “Hey you! In the tight jeans. C’mere…let me tell you a story…” So I guess I’ve been trying to seduce people with my writing for a long time.

I was destined to write erotic romance. It’s what I love to do! I also love to create things, cook, repurpose clothing and furniture, and read (of course). And I love to make people feel energized, sexy and sexual…I hope my books and my website do that for you!

I want this website and my books to make YOU feel sexy!

I want everyone to embrace their “sexy”. I want women to be as proud of their boobs as they are their brains. Ladies, take back your sexy! Own it! You don’t have to be perfect. It’s not anyone else’s opinion that makes you sexy, it’s your opinion of yourself. YOU decide, not him (or her!). You don’t need anyone’s permission or agreement to be sexy. Just BE. You don’t have to be young or muscular or skinny or have big boobs. You can be religious, you can be conservative, you can be shy, a grandma or have five kids. And you can still be sexy. You just have to love your body and love sex. And I don’t even mean just the physical appearance of your body. I mean love all of it…love what your mouth can do, your lips, your tongue…love the amazing pleasure your breasts and skin and pussy can give you or another person. (Go ahead, say “pussy” until you’re comfortable with it. Own that word. It’s ours, ladies.) Love how wet your brain can get you when you read my books, or some of the posts on my website, or just think up hot things yourself…  That’s all it takes to own your sexy.

So read my books and my website and let’s find your sexy together and GET SOME!      

Where can you find Piper:
Blog
Facebook
Goodreads
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Thanks again Piper for stopping by today!!! I hope everyone will come back next Wednesday when another Cabal of Hotness member, A.M. Griffin.

The Sheik Retold by Victoria Vane & E.M. Hull Virtual Tour

Welcome to For Whom The Books Toll! Today I'm hosting Victoria Vane's Virtual Blog Tour for her new book, The Sheik Retold. How about that awesome cover, isn't it yummy? Victoria will be awarding one copy of A Wild Night's Bride and one copy of A Breach of Promise to randomly drawn commenters at each stop.


Blurb:

Pride and passion vie for supremacy in this steamy retelling of E.M. Hull's romance classic.

A haughty young heiress for whom the world is a playground…

A savage son of the Sahara who knows no law but his own…

When pride and passion vie for supremacy... 

Blistering desert days are nothing compared to sizzling Sahara nights…

"There will be inquiries." I choked out. "I am not such a nonentity that nothing will be done when I am missed. You will pay for what you have done."

"Pay?" His amused look sent a cold feeling of dread through me. "I have already paid… in gold that matches your hair, my gazelle. Besides," he continued, "the French Government has no jurisdiction over me. There is no authority here above my own." 

My trepidation was growing every passing minute. "Why have you done this? Why brought me here?" 

"Why?" He repeated with a slow and heated appraisal that made me acutely, almost painfully, conscious of my sex. "Bon Dieu! Are you not woman enough to know?"

Excerpt:

     He chuckled lowly, a smug and self-satisfied sound. "Say it now, ma chère," he softly demanded. "Tell me you want this above all things. Tell me you want me."

     I did. Desperately, but it was only the fleeting lust of the flesh that I craved—not him. Never him. "You have forced this upon me," I hissed in a rage of frustration. "This means nothing—proves nothing."

     "As you will….I can be a patient man— when I choose to be." 

     His weight shifted away from me, and then it was gone from the bed. He removed the blindfold and then gave a single tug on the silk cord binding me to the bed. My arms instantly released from above my head, and then just as suddenly, he freed my legs.

     I instantly scrambled to my knees, dragging the silken coverings up around me as if their thin shelter were a protection. "Are you finished with me now?" I asked breathlessly.

     "Finished?" His expression was mixed mockery and mirth. "Par bleu! I have hardly even begun, but for now, I shall leave you in peace." He strode to the curtained doorway only to turn back to me with a sardonic bow. "Bonne nuit et doux rêves, ma chérie."

     He had left me alone. Alone in a state of dazed bewilderment and intense sexual frustration—for I knew damned well what I was feeling— and it made me want to screech and claw and rail.

     The man was a mystery, an unfathomable enigma. My mind could not reconcile his barbaric ways with the evidence of his education and refinement. I had noticed a dozen incongruities in him—his cultured speech, the well-worn books in the tent, the elegant and fastidious order of his appointments. His cruel words and contradictory tender touch crowded my recollection until my head reeled, yet I was too tired to puzzle it out, too spent in mind and body.

     I did not know what would come on the morrow but gave in to my exhaustion and sank into a cocoon of covers. In the course of a single day, my entire being had irrevocably changed. At long last, and with the greatest possible resistance, I was learning obedience and humility—at the hands of this incomprehensible savage.

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Author Bio:

Victoria Vane is an award-winning romance novelist, cowboy addict and history junkie whose collective works of fiction range from wildly comedic romps to emotionally compelling erotic romance. Victoria also writes historical fiction as Emery Lee and is the founder of Goodreads Romantic Historical Fiction Lovers and the Romantic Historical Lovers book review blog. 

Look for Victoria's Contemporary Cowboy Series coming summer 2014 from Sourcebooks

CONTACT:

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The Dom With The Clever Tongue Blog Tour and Giveaway!

                                            


Hello and welcome to my stop on The Dom with the Clever Tongue Blog Tour!!!!  The Badass Brat series written by these three wonderfully talented authors, Sorcha Black, Leia Shaw, and Cari Silverwood have a new addition to the series, The Dom with the Clever Tongue is book four. If you haven't read any of this series, you are really missing out on some fabulous reading!! One lucky winner will be chosen to receive their pick of an ebook from one of Cari's other series. Giveaway ends at midnight on Tues, Oct 8. I talked with Cari Silverwood and this is what she had to say:

Where do you get your inspiration for your characters and stories?

I don’t have a thing with using real people for my characters and I certainly don’t use celebrities for the most part. I think Sam Elliot was used for one of my Doms and that’s about it. My people paint themselves in as I journey further into the story. So I imagine they are assembling themselves from all my subconscious memories of people. I see what is happening in the story and I have them react as seems correct for them. In a way, they write themselves.

On rare occasions, such as Klaus in Take Me, Break Me, I have used some part of real people as a basis for their appearance or whatever.

The stories themselves come from everywhere. Suggestions from others. News events. Movies. Authors I admire. Everyday events. A book that’s about to be written is like a cauldron bubbling over with a stew of a thousand, million ingredients. To do the writing all you have to do is knit a story from what’s in boiling that cauldron. Yes, it’s hot, messy, and painful at times, but so worth it.

What’s your favorite genre to read?

Fantasy. Possibly urban fantasy at the moment. And because I write so much erotic BDSM I find young adult novels are easier for me to get into. But Game of Thrones is up there too.

What’s your writing routine? Do you have a certain place/time/ritual when you do your best work?

I write in an isolated room. I’ve tried doing it with a laptop with the TV on so I can join my husband, but the noise scrambles my brain. As for time, I need at least a two hour chunk to do a good job. It takes me a while to settle into the mindset of penning a story.

Do you have a favorite character from your books? One you enjoyed writing the most or felt the most like you?

I often prefer my latest character. Although Malachi was amazing fun, I think Klaus from my Pierced hearts series is definitely my favorite bad boy at the moment.

Have you always felt like you were a writer before you even published your first book?

I’ve always wanted to write but for a long time thought it wasn’t possible. I’ve been a crazy mad reader most of my life though. Even at high school I would pedal to the library and then ride home with about six books most weeks.

What’s your favorite part about being an author?

Making the story come alive and seeing something that I’ve created from scratch become a WHOLE book. It’s freaky amazing. Also reading reviews and getting feedback from fans is something I feel can top most other experiences. It’s the ultimate validation knowing your story has played some sort of symphony in someone else’s mind – even when it seems different to what you intended. The way stories grow into something you never intended them to be is also incredibly fulfilling. People find stuff that I didn’t know was there…

What’s your least favorite part?

Not being able to figure out the perfect easy way to reach my market audience. I know there are many more people who would enjoy my books. If there was just a big hook that I could use to grab readers – ecstasy. Someone out there must have one of those?

Tell us a bit about your plans for future books.

Possibly the sequel to Rough Surrender. Or the first full-novel, Cataclysm Blues book. Or the third book in my Pierced Hearts series, “Make Me Yours, Forevermore”. I know what I’m supposed to do. But I have to choose what seems to work for me, business-wise, and soul-wise. I will write what calls to me.

Blurb:                                                                                                                         

Reece and Scarlet have everything a loving couple could want, except a hot kinky sex life. Malachi, an experienced Dom, steps in to help them sort that out. But not only is he a terrible memory from Reece’s past, he’s a smartass and damaged goods, too.
As they all learn to trust each other, Malachi becomes more than just their kink coach. It’s a full-on brat smackdown, and no heart gets out unscathed.

Warning: this book contains unrepentant brats, surprise orgasms, a Domme with training wheels, and a Dom whose tongue is registered as a weapon of mass seduction.
BDSM elements, M/F/f, F/f

Excerpt:

Early afternoon on a Sunday, the tattoo shop was closed, as expected, but a figure moved behind the slightly tinted glass. When she went up close and peered inside, she recognized Malachi behind the counter. She knocked on the window.

A moment later, he opened the door and welcomed her inside with a smile. “Can’t say I thought you were the type for a tattoo, princess, but I’d love to give you one.”

She was too in awe with the shop to answer him. Red walls with beautiful framed art hung in a line across one side. Black-and-white tile floors gave it a funky appeal. The large fish tank lining the other wall made it feel a little zen.

Pointing toward it, she asked, “Is this to keep people relaxed during the pain?”

“No. I just like fish.”

She gazed at the colorful tropical fish. “Pretty.”

“Thanks.” He grinned. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“I was talking about the fish!”

They both chuckled then stood awkwardly for a moment. “So what kind of tattoo are you looking for?” he finally asked.

“What? No.” She took a few steps back. “No tattoos for me.”

“No? You’d look sexy with one.”

“No. I don’t do...pain very well.”

His brows shot up like he didn’t believe her. “Really?”

Gathering her courage, she straightened her shoulders and said, “I’m here to talk about Scarlet.”

Curiosity showed on his face. “Okay. Have a seat.” He walked toward one of the tattoo stations and gestured to a big leather chair – a cross between a dentist seat and a lounge chair.

She stared at it a moment before hopping on. Being this close to needles and tattoo guns and...other stuff was a little unsettling. She shuddered. “If you start polishing your gun or whatever, I’m outta here.”

He laughed then sat down in a rolling seat a few feet away. “It’s not a gun. We don’t shoot people. It’s called a tattoo machine. And I never tattoo on the first date.” He winked.

“This isn’t a date,” she snapped then shifted on the chair and leaned back. Except the back disappeared, the front popped up, and the whole chair tipped backward. She yelped as she tried to fight gravity and stay upright in the middle. With her legs thrown out to the side, straddling the seat, she finally got herself under control. The chair had reclined itself entirely and morphed into a table.

She looked at Malachi, who seemed to be biting back a smile. His gaze dipped down and he smirked. “Nice underwear.”

With a gasp, she stretched her skirt between her legs. Jerk! He probably pressed some remote control and made the whole thing happen. What underwear had she put on that morning? She squeezed her eyes shut and thought back. Purple lace. She sighed a breath of relief. Last thing she needed was Malachi Johansson seeing the granny panties she wore on period days or when she felt fat.

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