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indulging in her secret fantasies ‘Loving Logan’ #BDSM #SciFi #Romance @BreannaHayse @SDSXXTours

Loving Logan
by Breanna Hayse
Genre: SciFi Romance
Publisher: Twisted Hearts Productions
Publication Date: May 27, 2016
The Perfect Companion- The Perfect Man- The Perfect Lover-
The Perfect Dom…
Robotics engineer Dr. Kymberli Dalton is fed up with men. Period. After being betrayed by her most recent lover, she designs a robotic ‘toy’ based on the song; ‘Coin-Operated Boy’. This dreamy sex machine will be everything she wants: Lifelike, Overindulgent, Generous, Affectionate, and Nurturing. Most importantly, LOGAN will be hers and hers alone, able to fill every void in her life – and satisfy her hungry body.
Little does she know that the LOGAN A.I. program has its own agenda; it wants to become real and alive, and to serve her every need… which includes indulging in her secret fantasies.
Unfortunately, this ‘Pinocchio’ doesn’t have a magic Blue Fairy to turn him into a real boy, but he does have technology that allows him to step into her life as her perfect companion… with a strong dominant streak. True to the robotic law, LOGAN guards and protects her – whether Kymberli likes it or not – and that includes putting her over his strong, solid knee for bare-bottomed spankings… followed by unencumbered, breathtaking loving.
Logan’s protective love not only teaches him how to feel, but allows Kymmi to reconnect with her lost childhood and discover the joy of being a loved little girl…
Even though their secret is hidden in plain sight, the couple is soon faced with the biggest challenge they will ever have to confront. Will this unnatural love be allowed to continue? And if so, at what sacrifice?
Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual content involving machinery, anal play, spanking, dubious consent, bondage, minor BDSM themes, strong language, and graphic violence.
BDSM/AP lifestyler Breanna Hayse strives to give her readers truth and reality of the BDSM/Age-Play/Total Power and Erotic Exchange lifestyle.
Who am I?
I’m a native Californian gone ‘wild’, and had the opportunity to travel the globe and discover the world through the eyes of both a Marine Intelligence specialist and a BDSM lifestyler. I left the service to go into hospice nursing and grief counseling, eventually working as a marriage and family therapist for those involved in alternative lifestyle development. This experience has allowed me to gain unique inspiration for my books and offer realistic plots and relatable characters.
In 2004, my husband, John, and I joined forces to work with both submissives and dominants- teaching, training, listening and loving. Our goal was to take the mystery and fear out of the lifestyle and mentor people in safe, consensual and healthy relationships.
My first book, The Game Plan, was published in 2012 and opened the door to the now-booming world of Age-Play literature. Since that time, I’ve devoted my ‘spare’ time to writing, researching, community involvement, and private and group pro bono counseling in deviant behavior, alternative lifestyle, and addiction recovery.
I was formally ‘dungeon trained’ as a Domme before discovering my submissive side when I joined the service. My scenarios are pulled primarily from either personal experience or observation, including spending time in BDSM clubs as the safety/medical officer. My multi-faceted background allows me to glean from many avenues and give a unique and intelligent literary experience through elements of fantasy and fiction. I also discuss the questions and psychology of the lifestyle in a manner that is fun and informative, and based on ‘the real deal.’
I live with my husband, musician, and fellow-author, John Hayse, and two border collies in southern California. We practice a 24/7 D&S relationship with speckles of AP (and many trips to Build-A-Bear), and happily spend every moment together that we can. My hobbies include my puppies, hiding my vanilla salt-water taffy where John can’t find it, exotic art, collecting inspirational trinkets, and developing my own paddle line. You can also see me as a featured author/instructor in professional conference settings and as a Sexpert for kinkyliterature.com.
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Baylor’s inner child emerges ‘Little Hearts’ #Series #Contemporary #Romance #ageplay @BreannaHayse @SDSXXTours

Moving a Little Heart
Little Hearts Book 1
by Breanna Hayse
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Baylor Parish needs a fresh start. After a disastrous,
loveless marriage and an emotionally neglected childhood, she packs her things
and moves to a new house out in the desert to get away from it all and enjoy
her freedom.
Unfortunately, the occupants of the house next door have other ideas.
As soon as Hayden Paterson spots her moving in, he takes over. Next, she meets
his stepbrother Jake, a cop who takes her safety far more seriously than Baylor
does herself. The last thing Baylor wants is to get into another relationship,
but the Paterson brothers rescue people for a living, and from the moment they
clap eyes on her, they label the 23-year-old a ‘damsel in distress.’ Not only
do they do everything in their power to protect, nurture and guide her, but
they also enlist the help of their longtime friends and roommates; Terry and
Matt.
Hayden and Jake come together to woo her to become a part of their unique
family. To them, she is an adult little girl in need of the love, caring,
nurturing – and yes, discipline – that only two “Daddies” can provide. To the
independent Baylor, the assumption that she is in dire need of “Daddycare”
seems not only strange, but completely opposed to the self-sufficiency she
thought she wanted.
As well as her new Daddy Hayden and Daddy Jake, Baylor also finds herself in
the care of “Uncle” Terry, a retired medic. He’s the burly, protective “house
mom” and “doctor”, who is not only thrilled to have a little girl to care for,
but likes to take control of Baylor’s health in ways that she preferred he did
not. Then there is Matt, the resident “hippie”, who quickly becomes Baylor’s
adoring “big brother” and helps her devise ways to get into mischief… which
frequently lands her over the lap of one of her new daddies.
Basking in the loving embrace of these four men, Baylor’s inner child emerges,
and under their sometimes stern, but always loving, care, she not only
discovers her ability to play and laugh, she also begins to trust and feel
loved. She also learns that a bottom bared for punishment can experience
intense pleasure when used in “special” ways by one – or both – of her two men.
Despite her happiness, Baylor continues to struggle with allowing herself to
fully submit. Is this lifestyle, the one of a Little girl with two Daddies, an
Uncle and a Big Brother, right for her? Will she be able to leave behind her
loveless, uncaring past and allow her heart to be moved to permanently reside
within the arms and home of these very special men?
This #1 Best Seller is geared towards those readers who enjoy realistic
age-play/BDSM, menage and a loving, healthy family life of a house full of
alpha males. If discipline/sensual spanking, anal, and medical play aren’t your
‘cup of tea,’ then you haven’t read a book like this!
**Read FREE with Kindle Unlimited!**
Loving a Little
Heart
Little Hearts Book 2
She’s got two gorgeous men, and a serious craving for
chocolate…
In this, the sequel to Breanna Hayse’s best-selling ‘Moving A Little Heart’,
Baylor’s back—with double the trouble. Feisty but vulnerable Baylor Parish is
pregnant with twins, which means her two daddies; stepbrothers Hayden and Jake;
her Uncle Terry, and her big brother Matt are even more loving and protective
of their girl than usual.
About to realize their lifelong dreams of fatherhood, Jake and Hayden decide to
make their family official before the babies are born, and soon a double
wedding is on the horizon for the Paterson household. A unique, polyamorous
dynamic, however, calls for a very unique wedding—something Baylor is only too
glad to embrace. After all, she was married before, and that traditional
ceremony ended up having disastrous consequences.
Pregnancy is a time for growth in more ways than one, and Baylor is worried
that her dynamics with Hayden and Jake will change now that they’re going to
become parents. Can she be a mother and still explore her Little side with her
two daddies? How will her changing body and high risk pregnancy affect their
BDSM routine? And what will happen when a blast from her terrible past turns up
on her doorstep?
Baylor discovers that two partners, two babies, an Uncle and a big brother
simply result in twice as much everything; double the fun, double the worry,
double the time over a strong lap, and twice as much love…
This story contains explicit content including spanking of adult women, ménage,
and ageplay. If you enjoy this material, then grab a box of chocolate and let’s
have some fun!
**Read FREE with Kindle Unlimited!**
BDSM/AP lifestyler Breanna Hayse strives to give her readers
truth and reality of the BDSM/Age-Play/Total Power and Erotic Exchange
lifestyle.

Who am I?

I’m a native Californian gone ‘wild’, and had the
opportunity to travel the globe and discover the world through the eyes of both
a Marine Intelligence specialist and a BDSM lifestyler. I left the service to
go into hospice nursing and grief counseling, eventually working as a marriage
and family therapist for those involved in alternative lifestyle development.
This experience has allowed me to gain unique inspiration for my books and
offer realistic plots and relatable characters.
In 2004, my husband, John, and I joined forces to work with both submissives
and dominants- teaching, training, listening and loving. Our goal was to take
the mystery and fear out of the lifestyle and mentor people in safe, consensual
and healthy relationships.
My first book, The Game Plan, was published in 2012 and opened the door to the
now-booming world of Age-Play literature. Since that time, I’ve devoted my
‘spare’ time to writing, researching, community involvement, and private and
group pro bono counseling in deviant behavior, alternative lifestyle, and
addiction recovery.
I was formally ‘dungeon trained’ as a Domme before discovering my submissive
side when I joined the service. My scenarios are pulled primarily from either
personal experience or observation, including spending time in BDSM clubs as
the safety/medical officer. My multi-faceted background allows me to glean from
many avenues and give a unique and intelligent literary experience through
elements of fantasy and fiction. I also discuss the questions and psychology of
the lifestyle in a manner that is fun and informative, and based on ‘the real
deal.’
I live with my husband, musician, and fellow-author, John Hayse, and two border
collies in southern California. We practice a 24/7 D&S relationship with
speckles of AP (and many trips to Build-A-Bear), and happily spend every moment
together that we can. My hobbies include my puppies, hiding my vanilla
salt-water taffy where John can’t find it, exotic art, collecting inspirational
trinkets, and developing my own paddle line. You can also see me as a featured
author/instructor in professional conference settings and as a Sexpert for
kinkyliterature.com.
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to submit to his desire ‘Flog Me, Sir’ #BDSM #EroticRomance @AuthorLynnBurke

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Flog Me, Sir

Bonds of Worship 2

By Lynn Burke

Release Date: October 15, 2019

Keywords: BDSM, Erotic Romance, Billionaire, Bondage, Spanking, Flogging, Series, HEA

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Blurb:

He offers freedom.

She fears addiction.

Can Garret coax Lissa to submit to his desire to pleasure her through pain, or will it be her needs that bring him to his knees?

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EXCERPT:
My guest room door clicked open before I could move, and I snapped my mouth shut from asking what the hell, when Lissa came in, a bucket of cleaning supplies in hand. Similar black and white clothing like the evening before covered her from neck to ugly black shoes.

She kept her head down, dirty-blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, her face free of makeup.

I tracked her as she moved toward the bathroom, unaware I still lay in bed.

Mrs. Hummel ruled the Laurent estate, ruled the live-in staff who kept the mansion running like a spotless timepiece—which also never missed a beat. She knew I hadn’t yet been downstairs. She also knew my lazy ass liked to linger in bed long after everyone else sat for breakfast.

A corner of my lip curled as I realized what Tillie girl was playing at. I eased back against the headboard and grinned.

“Good morning.”

Lissa shrieked and spun, her gaze landing on my barely sheet-covered, sprawled body. “Oh! Oh, God…I’m so sorry!” She scrambled toward the door.

“No, it’s alright. You don’t have to run off,” I shot out with a chuckle, not ready to let her escape.

Lissa paused, grasping the door handle, her gaze averted. “I didn’t know you were here,” she said in a rush. “Mrs. Hummel had said to get started on your room. I’d assumed she’d seen you, and—”

“It’s alright,” I repeated, cutting her off.

She glanced over at me again, her face red, but she jerked her focus away just as fast.

The sheet covered one of my legs, my groin, and lower abs, but nothing else.

“I’m afraid that Mrs. Hummel made a mistake,” she said, still clutching the door handle.

“Tillie girl doesn’t make mistakes.” As I stated the truth, I zoned in on Lissa’s stance—slightly stooped shoulders, bowed head, and lowered gaze.

“Lissa.”

She turned her widened hazel eyes on my face as though understanding my command to look at me by simply stating her name. I studied her until she shifted, and I loved that she didn’t look away. Her pulse jumped in her neck, her lips slightly parted as though trying to control her breathing.

“Do you wash the bathroom floors on your hands and knees?” I finally asked.

Her brow furrowed. “That’s the only way to properly clean a floor.”

I grinned and nestled into the bed as though getting comfortable and ready to enjoy the show. “Then by all means,” I said, motioning toward the bathroom, “continue.”

She glanced toward the open door and back to me. “You want to watch—” Her mouth snapped shut, her face burning a sudden luscious shade of red that spread down her neck beneath the starched, white button-down hiding her small breasts.

“Cat got your tongue?” I couldn’t help but tease as she stared at me as though trying to figure me out.

“You’re joking with me,” she finally said, her brow furrowing deeper.

I took my time raking my gaze down over her straightened form, enjoying the hell out of her display of spunk. I wanted to see more of it—and I wanted to mark her pale skin until she melted beneath my hands and begged to follow me around like a needy little pussy cat.

My dick wanted the same thing.

“I’m not,” I murmured, my smile gone, my focus returning to her face.

Her breath caught as her attention dropped to the sheet tenting over my groin. She yanked open my guest room door, disappearing in a clatter of cleaning supplies jostling in the bucket she clutched.

I chuckled and palmed my dick again, deciding to make a mess on the sheets she would be back to strip off the bed later.

© Lynn Burke 2018
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Jordan knows everyone wants to use him for his family name and wealth.

Natalie is forced to take on the heavy responsibility of a troublesome sibling.

Can Natalie prove to Jordan that the only thing she wants from him is his love and dominance? Or will a misunderstanding cause Jordan to lose the submissive of his dreams?

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and the soldier who will serve them both… #Menage #Historical #Romance @YesItsNicolaC

Hey folks! Today I’m happy to introduce you to Nicola Cameron and her story Behind the Iron Cross!

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Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of “y’all,” much to her Chicago family’s dismay.

Despite a healthy interest in romance since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture…).

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Website ## Blog ## Twitter ## Facebook ## Goodreads ## Instagram

~ * ~ ABOUT THE BOOK ~ * ~

Hello, and thanks so much for having me on today! While Behind the Iron Cross is my tenth romance novel to be published, it was actually the first one I ever wrote. I started it in 2012, picking at it in fits and starts while working on my other books, and finally finished it in 2018. In hindsight this is a good thing because I needed some serious novel writing chops, far more than I had in 2012, to pull this story off properly. The experience I’ve gained in the last six years is what made this book possible, and I’m very happy that it’s now available to readers.

Also, it means that my editor will stop nagging me to finish it. (Love you, Theresa!)

Historical Romance, Erotic Romance, MMF Ménage Romance ## Word Count: 105,000 ## Heat Level: 4 ## Published by Belaurient Press ## Formats: ebook, print ## Price: $3.99 (sale price until 12/1: $0.99) ## Pages: 316 ## Print Trim Size: 5.25” x 8” ## ISBN: 978-0-46311-821-4 ## ASIN: B07JKL7BF5 ## Be warned: M/M sex, M/M/F sex, bondage, spanking, multiple partners

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In the hedonistic wonderland of Cabaret-era Berlin…

…where money can buy you anything you desire…

…and love comes with a pink rose and a practiced smile…

The year is 1923, the Great War is over, and Berlin has become the manic playground of Europe’s elite. Against a glittering background of nightclubs and hot jazz, a sensual American heiress, a wounded playboy, and a desperate German army officer forge a decadent pact of pleasure. But their nights of uninhibited passion soon lead to a forbidden emotional connection, one that will threaten their future … and their lives.

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Kat followed her men, feeling incredibly relaxed and happy. All of her worries about Schoengraff, the wedding, and her future at Tracy Electric felt like they had been trapped behind a thick, clear wall. She knew they were still there, of course, but they didn’t plague her at all.

And seeing both Friedrich and Sam’s trousers bulging from the kissing and canoodling in the hubble-bubble den was doing wonderful things to her own desire. As soon as the car started moving Sam fell on the colonel like a hungry beast, mashing their mouths together and driving his tongue between Friedrich’s lips. His hand snaked down, cupping the German’s undoubtedly aching cock and squeezing it.

It seemed only right to join in. She leaned closer to Friedrich, pressing her breast against his arm as she nibbled and sucked on his earlobe, whispering filthy things into his ear. He gave Sam a last kiss and turned to her, groaning as she undid a button on his shirt and slid her fingers inside to caress the skin there.

Sam moved back in, biting at Friedrich’s neck then soothing the sting with a lick. A fleeting thought crossed Kat’s mind, a wish to have both of her beautiful men naked and in bed with her. All three of them creating a tangle of bodies and limbs, so close that no one could tell where one ended and another began, and to hell if it shocked all of Bridgeport and its stuffy, stodgy society.

At some point the car stopped and the door opened, Horst looming in the opening. The next thing Kat knew they were up in the suite. How, she had no idea, but she was absolutely delighted by it. She led her men into her bedroom, kicking off her shoes as she went.

Laughing, Friedrich fell on Sam, pushing him into the bed and kissing him greedily, opening his mouth to the American’s. “You feel so good,” he said softly, dropping soft kisses over the other man’s chin, cheeks, nose. “Why do you feel so damned good?”

“I don’t know, but I’m glad I do,” Sam murmured. “You feel even better, angel.”

“Mmm.” Friedrich writhed, rubbing against Sam’s lean body. “Too many clothes.”

“I can help with that,” Kat said. She started unbuttoning his shirt, laughing as her fingers fumbled on the tiny mother of pearl discs.

Friedrich stared up at her, naked adoration on his face. He lifted a hand, brushing her cheek with a tender finger that sent shivers down her spine. “You’re so beautiful, Kätzchen. So strong, like a goddess.”

Kätzchen—kitten. Tonight, she would accept that once-hated nickname, especially since he finished up by calling her a goddess. “Clothes, colonel. Let’s get you out of them.”

She quickly stripped him, leaving him naked and gorgeous on the fine sheets while Sam fumbled with his own clothes. Friedrich looked down at his magnificent cock, already hard and pearling a drop of pleasure at the tip, and laughed at it. Sam joined in, and Kat followed. Everything felt wonderful.

The men rolled into each other’s arms and started kissing again, hands roaming muscular bodies and caressing, squeezing, stroking as she watched. It was wickedly delicious, the sight of these two beautiful creatures pleasuring each other. She stripped slowly, reveling in the heightened sensation of her skin as it was exposed to the room’s cool air. She dropped her chemise, then her corselet to the carpet, peeling off the fine silk stockings last and draping them around her neck like a stole. They caught on the chain there. Mustn’t snag the stockings. There were things she could do with them, wonderfully dark and heady things.

She unhooked the chain and tossed it and the key onto the bedside table. Crawling onto the bed, she gently pushed Friedrich onto his back and away from Sam, slithering down into his arms. “My turn,” she purred.

His eyes were thin rings of blue around wide black centers, the eyes of a child on Christmas morning who had just seem the mountain of presents awaiting him. “So beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”

She stroked his cheek, feeling the fine prickle of his beard. “So are you, my colonel. The most beautiful man, isn’t he, Sam?”

“Oh, yes,” Sam said thickly, kissing his way down Friedrich’s chest. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

She wanted to kiss Friedrich again, taste his mouth, feel his tongue dancing slickly around hers as they shared breath and heat. A faint voice in the back of her head murmured something in a warning tone, something about discipline and too much indulgence. She didn’t care. She wanted this beautiful man, and she was going to have him.

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Nicola Cameron, thank you for stopping by today!

Love & blessings to all! ❤
Jacey

But how can she resist him? ‘Hawk’ #MCRomance @AuthorLynnBurke @evernightpub

HAWK, FALLEN GLIDERS #2
is now available!

Hawk
Fallen Gliders #2
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Artwork: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art
Projected Release Date: July 26, 2018
Keywords: MC Romance, Contemporary, Erotic, May/December

*Be warned: Spanking, anal sex


As a member of the Fallen Gliders, bad boy biker Hawk Richards tends to use his fists first and has fucked his way through the club whores. Life has been a never ending supply of bikes, women, and beer. When his brother hands in his colors, Hawk is sworn in as the new Sergeant at Arms and struggles to find meaning in the club and his existence. Until her.

Janie is curvy as fuck and the sweetest thing Hawk has ever seen. The young woman with the joy of life in her eyes is everything he’s been missing, everything he’s ever wanted. When the little butterfly falls into his arms, he wonders if someone might finally look beyond his ink and reputation to see the man hiding underneath.

Janie’s life has always been a roller coaster, and even though she’s flying high with Hawk, she knows a crash is inevitable. The last thing she wants is for him to be burdened with picking up the pieces. But how can she resist him? His touch makes her burn, and every minute in his bed intensifies her craving for more.

Can Hawk convince Janie he wants her for the long haul, or will the secret she keeps tear him from her side forever?




EXCERPT:

We’d been in Sturgis for almost a week, and I hadn’t fucked a single woman. My outlook on life sucked the previous couple of months, to the point the thought of having my cock shoved down a willing throat or burying myself balls-deep in some random cunt didn’t even twitch my dick. I felt like a wind-blown leaf with no sense of purpose, no desire for sex or companionship. I’d taken to drinking harder stuff than my usual beer but knew the slump I floundered in wouldn’t end well unless I decided to pick my ass up and figure out my life.
Perhaps today’s the day, I told myself, picking up the shot of whiskey our waitress sat in front of me.
A flash of red-brown hair drew my gaze to the far left before I could pop out the toothpick and down my drink. A little butterfly with gray-green eyes flashing along with her wide smile. Dimple, full lips, high cheekbones—a fucking model in a tight tank and Daisy Dukes.
My cock thickened inside my leather pants, and my head turned as she slowly passed by the picture window, her face animated and lips moving as she chatted with her friends, the joyful gleam in her eyes snaring me tight. She radiated life, an exuberant, light step while I wallowed in my shit life.
Jealousy and yearning for what she experienced clenched my chest, and I found myself rubbing a hand over tattooed pecs I spent hours sculpting on a daily basis.
The little butterfly passed beyond the window, and I sat back, not realizing I’d leaned forward to keep her in sight.
“Finally see something worth fucking?” Jonny asked with an elbow to my ribs.
“Fuck, yeah. Reddish hair—not the dyed kind—and tits out to here,” I said around my toothpick, holding my hand out a few inches away from my chest. “Young and full of life.”
One of Jonny’s eyebrows rose. “What the fuck you sitting here for?”
I hesitated to glance around the group of men—fellow Fallen Gliders from across the States, discussing the lighter aspect of business. A large meeting had taken place the night before, the heads of the chapters sitting down to discuss the future of our club. Just more depressing shit to pile on life.
“Go on,” Jonny encouraged, elbowing me again.
 I hopped off my stool and pushed my way through the crowd for the front door. At six-foot-five, I had no trouble seeing over most of the heads bobbing to my right as I stepped out onto the sidewalk.
The roar of mufflers and cranking music from Christ knew where filled my ears as I breathed in the scents of exhaust, sweat, and cheap perfume in the night air. I took a half-dozen steps to the right, scanning the crowd of people on the sidewalk in front of me before pulling up short. No fucking way I was going to find her unless I acted like an asshole and shoved people out of my way while hurrying the way she’d gone.
Curses flew from my lips while I turned back toward the bar. A voice in my head sang a country hit, reminding me that if we were meant to be, it’d be.
“No fucking luck?” Jonny asked as I slumped back onto the stool.
My scowl sufficed for an answer.
Tipping back my head for the whiskey burn didn’t help my shit mood. Neither did the bloody burger and pile of fries fifteen minutes later. Thoughts of the little butterfly warred with depression in my mind, and I called it an early night, leaving my brothers behind. The quietness of the hotel didn’t offer anything but a hot shower where I could blow the load that had been building in my balls for weeks.
At least I had a semi-purpose … find the vivacious little butterfly and steal some of her joy in life for myself.
© Lynn Burke 2018

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may bring it all together or destroy everything ‘Spice & Vanilla’ #Gay #BDSM @KatherineWyvern @evernightpub

Hey folks! Today I’m happy to introduce you to Katherine Wyvern and her story Spice & Vanilla!

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Katherine is a gipsy soul who lived in Italy, Norway, Germany, France and Spain but mostly in some private universe of her own. She still lives a nomad life between Dordogne and Catalonia, with a tipi as a home and her boots and a horse as only means of transport.

She’s worked as a printer, a welder and a gardener, and been writing since she can remember, mostly poetry, fantasy and erotica, sometimes mixed together in weird ways.

Nowadays, when not busy with walking, horse-whispering or dream-weaving, she is usually painting, embroidering or working her backbone off in the pastures.

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~ * ~ A WORD FROM KATHERINE WYVERN ~ * ~

Hello, and thank you so much for having me here today to talk about my new release, Spice & Vanilla. This is the darker, naughtier sister of my previous release, Woman as a Foreign Language, but it can be read as a complete stand alone.

The BDSM element in Spice and Vanilla came about in part because I had just finished reading Katerina Ross’ beautiful novel Tenderly Wicked, so I was in the mood for something a bit spicier than my previous release, and partly because I had this idea for Raphael, the main character, that he would be “in two minds about anything”. He’s gender-fluid, bisexual, and as it turns out, a switch (he is in fact the sort of character that can piss off absolutely every reader on earth, lol).

I always like sex scenes to carry some of the character building in my stories. I think sex is one of the most visceral things we do in life, and the way we have sex with different people and different sex with the same people at different times can say a lot about us, about our feelings for our partners and where we are in a relationship. You can put so much more than smut in a sex scene (although a good amount of smut is most welcome), and when you stray into BDSM that potential for character exploration rises tenfold, because there are so many more layers to it. Why do we feel the need, in a caring, loving relationship, for giving or receiving pain? Why do power and humiliation become a turn on, even a necessity, at certain times? And can these things add more to our relationships than just a passing kinky thrill? Can they possibly become a way to express feelings we don’t have words for? I do not pretend to have full answers to these questions, but I did enjoy searching for them in the company of such complex characters as Raphael and Hugh.

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Time was, when Di could dance all night. Time was, when she could ride any horse in the stable. Time was when she had a fiancée, a future and a home she loved. Until a silver SUV came out of nowhere and broke her life in half.

Well concealed under a sarcastic, spiny hide, Hugh has a darkly romantic, passionate soul. Torn between love and terror, he’s held the talented, elegant, magnetic Raphael carefully at arm’s length since the day they met.

Male or female, men or women, kinky or sweet, top or bottom? Angel or devil? Raphael’s life is a string of unanswered questions. And Lucie, his long-hidden female self, may bring it all together or destroy everything he has.

Be warned: cross-dressing, gender-queer, explicit M/M and M/F sex, anal sex, spanking, flogging, bondage, forced orgasm, sex toys

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Hugh watched him stroking away with great contentment. He was totally worn out after a crazy day at work, and it was not always easy to find the energy to satisfy such an enthusiastic masochist. There were days when he wished Raphael were a bit less fond of being spanked and whipped, but he always did his best to oblige him. The thought of his Raphael going out there looking for release from God-only-knows-whom, and getting hurt for real by some less scrupulous or talented Dom was just unbearable. Still, tonight he would lie back and relax. Mostly. I will have to help him eventually, he thought with a slightly evil grin, but I can take a breather first.

Raphael stroked in perfect tempo. He was one of the most technically exact musicians Hugh had ever played with, after all. Too exact, in fact.

It would do him so much good to let go a bit, to just go with the flow, be wild and imprecise and purely passionate. Then he would not need so much of this.

Tick—tock—tick—tock—tick—tock, went the metronome, and Raphael stroked and stroked. It was a good while before Hugh could tell, from a small furrow between those blond eyebrows, that the unchanging, slow rhythm was beginning to frustrate him. He smiled a bit wider and said nothing, devouring his beautiful quarry with his eyes. He watched, entranced the fluid play of flesh and skin as Raphael’s long pale cock, a nice ruddy purple by now, sank and reemerged into and from his fist, the velvet-like foreskin lapping beautifully over the shinier, silky glans, the testicles bouncing softly to the rhythm as the scrotum was pulled up and released. It was hard to resist the temptation to throw the whole scene to the devil and just take that cock in his mouth and suck it empty.

This is without exception the best use a metronome was ever put to.

Raphael’s body was developing a number of small, charming tics and twitches. He briefly lifted his left knee from the mattress then relaxed again. His right wrist was pulling on the strap from time to time, and his breath was coming in slightly ragged bursts.

Still it took a long time. Too much control, thought Hugh, smiling. Tsk-tsk.

Tick—tock—tick—tock.

He slowly unfolded his hands and moved to sit between Raphael’s legs. He spit on his middle finger and watched Raphael’s face, half hopeful, half anxious, as he slowly approached his anus. He didn’t hurry. He let Raphael wait for it. He would beg, in time, Hugh knew, but there was no need for that, not yet. He finally pressed his fingertip to the twitching, tight, live rose of flesh and felt it jolt and spasm. He massaged it in circles, with relish, and didn’t even try to penetrate it. Raphael was shaking all over, trying to press down on his finger, but there was just so far he could stretch, tied as he was. His belly muscles went taut. They were contracting in random, jerky convulsions. Hugh had never seen anything so beautiful.

Then Raphael missed a beat. His hand had picked up pace, ignoring all orders. Raphael whimpered, trying to compensate to get back in the right tempo. The double change of pace made him squirm all over. He swallowed twice and missed the beat again. This time Hugh slapped the inside of his thigh, very hard. Raphael could take a long regular series of well-spaced blows with relative ease, but a single hard slap coming down out of the blue like that drew a ragged cry from him.

“You do know what tempo means, I asked?” Hugh said, in a plain chatty voice. He had never had any taste whatsoever for histrionics. He was not, he had never been, a theatrical Dom. He wasn’t in it for setting up a show. He just got the job done.

“Yes. Yes!” said Raphael, a bit frantic. He managed to stick to the rhythm for a minute longer, until Hugh gently stuck his finger just within the ring of his anus. All of Raphael’s body twisted, and he lost all track of the cold, mechanical rhythm of the metronome.

And that is exactly what you need, my love. Too much playing by the rules, too much fucking control. You need to find your own tempo, and just let go.

Five or six fast hard strokes followed. Hugh slapped him twice, on his thigh, and, when he turned suddenly, on his butt. And then Raphael came, on the third slap, as he flopped flat on his back again, crying out in pleasure or pain, or both. It was hard to tell. Semen spurted out in beautiful, long, arched white streamers, splattering over Raphael’s belly, chest, and even his face.

It is difficult to aim while being spanked hard.

Hugh watched him coming, avidly.

He was so naked. So vulnerable, so unguarded. Hugh, who felt, every day, that he might shatter like glass, on Raphael’s unearthly, impossibly graceful, self-possessed beauty, lived for these moments, to watch him released of all self-consciousness and all bonds. Strange, how it took a bunch of leather straps to get him to do that.

“Ah, oh, shit. That hurt,” Raphael whispered after a minute. “Not complaining, mind,” he added, with a small edgy laugh, wiping some drops of sperm from his lips and eyebrow.

“Good,” said Hugh, quite composed, despite the erection straining in his pants. Watching Raphael twitching and jolting while covered in glistening semen was not a sight to leave him unmoved. He reached out for the metronome, stopped it and lowered the weight a tad, then started it again.

This was a faster, business-like tempo.

“There you go, hot lips,” he said to Raphael, who was still breathing hard from his orgasm.

“What? Wh—but…”

Hugh gave him a small devilish smile. Raphael was perfectly capable of coming two or three times in one night, but, like most men, he needed a while to recuperate in between. Well, tonight, he wasn’t getting it.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”

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Older men were so the… ‘Nicky’ #MCRomance #EroticRomance #MayDecember @AuthorLynnBurke @evernightpub


Nicky
Fallen Gliders #1

Art Work: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art

Keywords: MC, Erotic, Contemporary, May/December

*Be warned: Spanking, anal sex

Dominic “Nicky” Landon has been a Sargent at Arms for the Fallen Gliders for thirty years. When he finds out his only sister overdoses on drugs dealt by his brothers, he hands in his colors and severs ties to the club and vicious lifestyle forever.

Mel Hughson owns the only bar in hicksville, no-mans-land, New Hampshire. She’s content with her single life, but the cold, spring night Nicky Landon’s Harley rolls into town ignites her desire. The fact he’s got at least twenty years on her doesn’t mean jack to Mel. He’s hot, he’s dangerous, and whether he knows it or not, he belongs to her.

Can Mel tempt Nicky to ignore their age gap and surrender to her, or will the secrets from his perilous past rise up to destroy everything?

 Excerpt:
We knocked the liquor back, and our gazes met as we set the glasses on the bar.

“How old are you?” Nicky asked, his attention snagging on my lips.

“Twenty-eight.”

He scrubbed a hand over the beard lining his jaw while looking away. “So damn young.”

“Not too young.” Gauntlet thrown, I waited for his attention to return to my face. Eyes full of lust, a leashed animal that ought to scare the shit out of me but didn’t.

“I’m no good.”

I cocked my head and slid my gaze down over him, not missing the hard length straining against his leathers. “Look pretty damn good to me.”

His low groan rushed need through me again, and I knew I’d leave a wet spot on the stool once I got up.

“You’re messing with fire, little girl.”

Heat flushed through me. “I enjoy flames now and then.” My breath caught at the hunger on his face, parting my lips.

“Fuck it.” He grasped my chin in his warm palm. “I’ll give you what you want, little girl, but don’t go crying to your mommy in the morning because a big bad wolf left his mark on you.”

Oh, God. I swallowed and squeezed my thighs together. Older men were so the shit.

He captured my lips, but without the brute force I’d expected. Hunger, yes, but the full softness of his lips pressed against mine, taking and tasting, his tongue probing, whiskers brushing my skin. I parted my lips and moaned as he sank his tongue into my mouth, fucking every hidden corner, filling me with the taste of whiskey and pure male. My skin pebbled, pulse thrummed.

“Goddamn.” Nicky stood and yanked me off the stool. Virile, pure hardness and muscle beneath the leather hiding his skin from my grasping hands. His fingers fisted in my long hair, tangling and yanking my head to the side, the other grabbing my ass and hauling me against his huge cock.

He crouched down slightly and pulled me up. My legs wrapped around him as though having a mind of their own—even though I had been thinking about getting him between my legs all night long.

His beard brushed along my neck as he breathed me in and licked from my collarbone to my ear. “You smell like a fucking spring day. Innocent.”

“I’m h-hardly an innocent,” I gasped as he bit my earlobe and ground his cock against my sopping jeans.

“Thank God, because I want to be balls deep inside of you. Now.”

He thrust, and I moaned, my fingers grasping at his t-shirt.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered harshly in my ear.

“No way in hell.”

With a growl, he squeezed my ass to the point of pain. “I haven’t wanted a woman like this in a long fucking time.”

“So take what you want.”

“Goddamn.” He rested his forehead on mine. “Right here?”

I slithered a hand between us to grasp the hardness inside his leathers. “Right now.”

“Fuck.” Like my five-foot-six frame and thirty extra pounds meant nothing, he spun me around. “Hands on the bar.”

I did as told, bending at the waist and putting my ass on display with a little wiggle.

“Don’t move,” he said while peeling off his leather jacket.

My legs trembled, and I turned my head to watch as he moved to the front door and flicked off the lights.

The streetlight half a block away barely cut through the storm, but the flash of lightning lit Nicky up as he stalked back toward me, shedding his t-shirt.

Broad shoulders … another flash filled my eyes with tanned skin stretched tight over massive pecs and abs a twenty-year-old guy would kill for.

I licked my lips, hoping for another flash of light, but Nicky palmed my waist and leaned over my back, his cock pressed against my ass, the heat of his skin searing me through my shirt.

My eyelids fluttered shut as he wrapped his fingers around my hair again and tilted my head back.

“Last chance, Mel.” His rumbling voice and hot breath against my ear brought a moan past my lips.

“Take me,” I managed to whisper and licked my dry lips. “Please.”



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About Lynn Burke:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.