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Ash decides he needs to be the Dom he is… #EroticRomance #BDSM @SuzyShearer @evernightpub

ASH
The Silk Rope Masters – Book Two
by Suzy Shearer
Heat Rating : Level 4 – Word Count: 75,060 – http://www.evernightpublishing.com/Ash-by-suzy-shearerhttps://www.amzn.com/B08F7JS1SBhttps://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1036559

They ooze power, control, natural dominance – and sex. They are The Silk Rope Masters.​
None have ever found love but watch out! When they fall, they’ll fall fast and hard!

Sophie Laurent, 51, is filling in for her chef brother at Silk Rope when she comes face-to-face with Master Ash. A natural born Dom, Ash (Reyansh) Siddiqi, 53, is club co-owner. A confirmed bachelor, never been in love, never been in a relationship. He takes his pleasures without romantic involvement, and always only at the club.

But when Sophie stepped into the club chef’s shoes Ash was caught and he fell hard and fast. He was besotted and acting like a teenager instead of the strong dominant man he was.

Unfortunately for Ash it was obvious Sophie disliked him. His heart broke as he tried to accept her rejection of him.

Ash decides he needs to be the Dom he is – strong and confident, then all he has to do is come up with a way to change her mind before her brother returns and she’s out of his life forever.

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, voyeurism, flogging, public exhibitionThis is an erotic romance. There are explicit sexual descriptions and explicit language used throughout. It will offend some readers.

ADULT EXCERPT

Two Sundays after banning Ash from the kitchen, it was very quiet at work. The weather had probably kept a lot of members away. She and Calder had everything cleaned by nine.

“Calder, you may as well go home. There isn’t much left, only a few plates to wash. I doubt anyone else will come down for food.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. I’ll get out of here by ten-fifteen.”

“Okay then. I’ll see you on Thursday. ’Night.”

“Goodnight.”

Sophie tidied the kitchen and waited until ten before packing up. As she was about to leave, she pulled the pins from her hair and tossed her glasses in her bag. Then she decided it was a good opportunity to watch one of the scenes.

She wandered along the ground floor then climbed up the stairs and walked along the corridor, surprised when she saw Emily and Jake. They hadn’t been in since last week due to some family function they went to out of state and Sophie didn’t think they’d be here. She sat down to watch. Emily was face-down on a bench, her ass high in the air, her wrists and ankles cuffed. She wore a corset but no panties and Jake was using a flogger on her. Sophie knew it was a flogger because Emily had explained to her about various implements people use. Emily’s butt cheeks were angry-looking, streaked, and red, but obviously she was enjoying it, judging by the sexy-sounding moans coming from her. It shocked Sophie to discover how aroused it had her by simply watching.

Every now and again, Jake would whisper something to Emily and her little mewls would get louder. She couldn’t help but see he was erect despite the leathers covering his groin, and it only added to her own excitement. When he began fingering Emily’s asshole and pussy, Sophie had to push her legs together.

Jake must have used his hand in her pussy because the next thing, Emily was shouting as she came. Sophie thought Jake would let her up but instead, he picked up the flogger with one hand and kept his other between her legs. He was flogging her and obviously fucking her with his hand because she was twisting her head back and forth, mewling loudly as he kept it up.

Sophie thought if anyone were to come up to her now, they’d know exactly how much the scene was affecting her. Her breath came in little gasps and her heart thudded against her ribcage as if searching for a way to escape. Sophie peeped quickly around, not wanting anyone to see her this turned on.

She groaned—Ash. He was talking to another member down one end of the corridor but his gaze was on her.

Merde! I can’t be here! If he comes to me…

© Suzy Shearer 2020

BIO

Renaissance woman, best-selling and Award winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it’s important for readers to connect.

Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn’t mean they aren’t intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. They may be older but not always wiser. Remember sexy isn’t just for the under 30s.

A Buddhist and artist, Suzy lives in the Lake Macquarie region of NSW, Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company. When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting – an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. She is also a quilter, toy maker, sculptor and potter. Suzy’s Art

LINKS – WHERE TO FIND SUZY

Website :  http://www.suzyshearer.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/SuzySBlog:  http://suzyshearer.blogspot.com.auGoodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/SuzyShearerInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/suzshearerTwitter : https://twitter.com/SuzyShearerPinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/sooziiisLinkedin: http://au.linkedin.com/in/suzyshearerPublisher: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/suzy-shearer/Publisher: http://www.bookstrand.com/suzy-shearerEmail her at: suzyshearer.author@gmail.com

A FEW LINKS WHERE TO BUY

Amazon: https://www.amzn.com/B08F7JS1SBKobo: https://www.kobo.comBarnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.comAngus and Robertson: https://www.angusrobertson.com.au Smashwords:  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1036559

wakes up in a world he doesn’t know ‘Dreamland’ #Erotic #TimeTravel #Romance @BethDCarter @evernightpub

Hey folks! Today I’m happy to introduce you to Beth D. Carter and her story Dreamland!

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I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers. I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love. I love to hear from readers!

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Blog/Website ## Amazon Author Page ## Twitter ## Facebook ## Instagram ## BookBub

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Dicen Burke had it all. As lead singer in the world famous rock band, Dark Army, the world lay at his feet. But the path to super stardom warred with a painful past and during a performance the demons haunting him finally descended. Unable to stop the self-destructive path of alcohol and drugs, when he fell, he fell hard.

He wakes up in a world he doesn’t know. The Twenty-first century rocker is now in the 1920’s, lost and bewildered. He’s taken in by Juliet Fox, a beautiful woman trying to be a positive influence in her brother’s wild lifestyle among the Hollywood Motion Picture elite.

Dicen does his best to adapt, and with Juliet by his side, he discovers a world that offers him a clean slate. But when he’s pulled back to the present, separated by time from the one person that gives him a reason to live, will he find a way to push past his demons as well as find Juliet again?

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“Aren’t speakeasies illegal?” he asked her.

Tonight, she wore an all-white sleeveless dress that fell into a drop waist where pleats fanned out every time she turned. A string of pearls wrapped around her neck once and then fell past her breast. Her dark hair contrasted sharply with the white hairband, where a large white feather stuck up on the side.

“Shh!” she hissed, looking around. “Yes, they are, hence the big six standing guard. If the buttons show up, they give a signal and all the hooch disappears. It’s not illegal to dance.”

“You called me big six once,” he commented. “What does that mean?”

“Tough guy, as in the six-cylinder engine.”

“Makes sense,” he mused.

One man walked up to them, and Juliet handed over some bills. Once the money had changed hands, they were greeted with a grin and the entrance to the speakeasy. Immediately to the left, a long bar rested, with several men in white shirts, white aprons, and black ties working, trying to keep up with the order demands. The area in front of the bar was packed with people, to the point that individual movement was impossible. Dicen kept his hand firmly around Juliet’s as they made their way slowly through the throng. The crowd seemed to sweep them along, and they moved like driftwood upon the ocean, all the while Dicen tried to keep his eyes open for Thayer.

Women were dressed in variations of style, from flapper girl to matron. Most men wore hats, coats, and ties. The crowd thinned toward the back and pushed forward, breaking free of the cattle pen so a dance floor opened up. Several tables with chairs surrounded it, and against the far back wall a quartet, consisting of piano, clarinet, trumpet, and cello, played.

He hadn’t known what to expect when Juliet announced they were going to a speakeasy, but it certainly hadn’t been this. He’d envisioned a dark, dank hole in the wall where people chugged bathtub gin strong enough to strip paint off walls. Instead, he discovered a place where wild and catchy music allowed people to jitterbug around the dance floor. The bright, fun atmosphere invigorated him, and all Dicen wanted to do was hop on stage and bang out a few melodies and share in the revelry.

Keeping hold of Juliet’s hand, he skirted the dance floor toward the platform stage. Bunting hung from the ceiling and swept outward to hook on various points near the bar, forming a sweeping cave-like setting that helped the music resonate. He didn’t know how to dance like the other people, but he pulled Juliet close and swayed with her to an upbeat, modified version of present-day slow dancing. As a musician, he knew rhythm, so he made sure to keep his hips in tune with the beat. He stared down into Juliet’s smiling face and felt the last wall around his heart shatter.

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Beth D. Carter, thank you for stopping by today!

Love & blessings to all! ❤
Jacey

circumstances that brought us together could also tear us apart… ‘To Be His’ #RomanticSuspense #Contemporary #series #GatewayRanch @crmoss

Thank you for having me on your blog! I’m happy to share with you and your readers my latest release.

First is some information about the series and the book…

About the Series

Nestled within the hills of central Texas is a special ranch. A place that defies the laws of physics—that of time, space, and dimensions. It’s a place where normal morphs with the paranormal and supernatural. A place that seems to know what a person’s true desires and needs are, and then allows the right circumstances to occur to fulfill those wishes.

Welcome to the Gateway Ranch.

Your gateway to all things possible…

About the Book

To Be His by C.R. Moss

I’m Professor Arianna Perez, and I’ve been asked if I’ll ever trust, let alone love, another man again. After dumping an abusive boyfriend, I doubted I would. At least, that’s how I felt until fate had sexy wrangler, Gavin Bishop, reappearing in my life in a way I never expected.

Against my better judgement, I fell hard for the cowboy, believing everything he said, including how he wanted to treat me like a queen and keep me safe. Little did I know, though, that the circumstances that brought us together could also tear us apart…

And possibly claim my life.

Now a peek into the story…

Excerpt for To Be His by C.R. Moss

Smiling, I studied him some more. Every time I looked at his chiseled chest and the strip of hair going in a line from his belly button to a spot hidden by his jeans, my heart fluttered. Sure, I’d seen a lot of him in class, but this was just the two of us.

This was intimate.

I wanted to run my fingers along his skin. Play with the patch of hair. See where my caresses would lead to. I wanted to create with him. I’d felt this way with other boyfriends, even Chad, but never had the urge been so strong. Nor had I been able to gather the courage to do anything about it in the past. Except once. When my relationship with Chad had started imploding, a friend of mine gave me an art kit, one designed to help couples grow closer to each other. I’d shown it to Chad. He’d then called the gift, my idea, and me stupid, telling me I must be an idiot to think he’d be interested in such a “childish, preposterous activity.”

Asking him if he thought my career were those things, as well, spurred on a multi-hour argument that ended with him leaving and not returning for two nights. When he’d finally come home, he’d seemed remorseful and promised to do better by me. He had, too. For a couple of weeks. But we never had used the present.

Now would be a good time to make some new memories surrounding those art supplies.

After all, I seemed to have a very willing participant, who happened to be gorgeous in my opinion, beautifully proportioned in a trim, well-toned way, and desired little ol’ me. Gavin wanted me, had admitted to dreaming and fantasizing about me. Despite my concerns about our ages and how we used to know each other, I realized I felt the same about him.

I hungered for him.

“God, I want to paint you,” the awed words fell from my mouth before I could stop them.

“Thought that’s what we’re doing,” Gavin responded.

Clearing my throat, I jerked my attention from him, went to my paints, and faked looking for one. “Well, yes, but…” Spit it out, girl. Be brave. Have some fun. Gathering my resolve, I continued, “I want to get out a gift a friend of mine had given me a while back. It contains non-toxic paints. This way I can paint you. Use you as both palette and canvas. And, if you’re up for it, you can paint me.”

An impish grin stretched his face. “Sounds interesting. What do we need to do?”

Buy To Be His by C.R. Moss here…

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About the author…

Author Bio

An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers a choice of sweet, savory or spicy reads, usually within a sub-genre or two — paranormal, sci-fi/fantasy, time travel, or western flare. She also has a passion for penning dark fiction. Writing as Casey Moss, she delves into the darker aspects of life in her work, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the lighthearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…

Author Links

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