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Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Possessive Passions Book 4: Captured Possession

"Captured Possession": Blurb

For generations, the men of New Thimphu have kidnapped the woman of their choice, spent the night making love to her, and then demanded she marry them. Doms Ryker Volkov and Coulton Urquahart work together to capture the woman of their dreams, Kenzie Evans. But Kenzie doesn’t believe two Doms and one sub can possibly work, so she says no to their advances.

They punish her for rejecting them then take her to bed, determined to woo her with orgasms. At the end of the night she again refuses, believing that she can't satisfy two Doms for long. This time they leave her naked, chained to the bed. When Kenzie wakes up they’ve both gone to work, but she takes her situation as a challenge and uses the bedding to make herself a poncho and finds Coulton’s hidden computer to entertain herself with. The men again ask her to marry them, but she refuses. How will they convince her they love her?


The building in which she lived had a hot tub in the basement. Kenzie decided a long soak in the tub was just what she needed to think things through. She went into the office and asked the building manager, “Is anyone using the hot tub this evening?”

“Hi, Kenzie. Let me check. Um…No, it’s all yours. Put the Ladies Only sign up when you go in, though, please.”

“No worries.” Kenzie hurried up to her apartment, kicked off her shoes and underwear, then collected clean underwear and a couple towels before going all the way downstairs to the basement. The hot tub was the very last room in the hallway, and had a mirrored wall behind the tub and a mirrored ceiling, perfect for erotic moments. Sadly all she had tonight were her fingers, but the warm water and bubbles would be lovely anyway. And she was spoiled living in a community where she could use a hot tub. There’d been nothing like that at the condominium block she’d lived in before she’d come here.

As instructed, Kenzie hung up the Ladies Only sign, placed her towels and underwear on one of the sinks, and dropped her skirt and shirt onto the floor. She riffled through the cabinet under one of the sinks, found some lavender bubble bath, and tipped half the bottle into the hot tub. Likely it was too much, but she felt the need to be lavish and decadent. Then she sank back in the hot water and relaxed, letting her long hair swirl around her and the bubbles tickle her chin. “Oh yes, this is good.”

She closed her eyes as the heat warmed her bones and muscles, soothing her right through her body and into her soul. The lavender scent filled the room and helped restore her to her usual even-tempered serenity, too.

Kenzie heard a faint click, then the quiet swish of movement over the tiled floor. Before she could come out of her reverie, open her eyes, and focus on reality, a hood covered her eyes, a ball gag filled her mouth, and strong arms were lifting her out of the tub.

She reached out to whoever was holding her, but her wrists were gripped tightly and handcuffed together.

Fuck! Kenzie kicked out with all her strength, but that just resulted in her ankles being cuffed as well. Had she been captured by an octopus shape-shifter? The man—and the person was very strong so it had to be a man—seemed to have arms everywhere, stopping her every action. No, more likely it would be more than one person. Kenzie was a normal-sized female, not a tiny little lightweight, yet she was wrapped in a towel, lifted, and slung over a shoulder in seconds.

Frantically she wiggled, knowing her foam-covered body had to be slippery to grasp. She needed to capitalize on that fact before the towel absorbed all the dampness. But she made no impression on her captor.

Kenzie’s heart was pounding hard, her throat dry, her body shivering in fear as she was carried through the building and outside. Her wet body, with only a towel over it, instantly felt the coldness of being in an open area. Fuck! If she wasn’t raped and murdered likely she’d catch pneumonia and die of that!

Then her rational self took over. It was possible these captors were murderers, but New Thimphu was a secret underground community, and it wasn’t easy to actually enter it. All the entrances from above ground were hidden in the various farm houses owned by community members and dotted over the fields surrounding the long green ridge that covered the heart of the community.

No, what was far more likely was that this was an inside job. That someone specifically wanted her. And the only person who knew she’d been in the hot tub was the building manager. In the old days New Thimphu brothers used to steal their women, but no one wanted to marry her. Unless…

Dammit! Ryker and Coulton had captured her and were taking her somewhere. Coulton had a cottage a mile or more from the heart of the community. Somewhere the two men could play with her and her screams—assuming they took the ball gag out of her mouth and she could scream—would never be heard. Uh-huh. It looked like these Doms hadn’t accepted her “No” as an answer. She was about to get her dungeon trial anyway.

If her mouth hadn’t been stuffed with a ball gag, she would have been grinning. Only a tiny voice in her head nagged at her. Are you sure it’s them? Are you sure you’re really safe?

Oh, yes. She’d been fucking scared witless for a few minutes, but then her brain had gotten back to working. She was certain it was Coulton and Ryker. Her two Doms. Ah, well, it’d be interesting to see what they did. Sooner or later they’d have to take the ball gag off and if she wasn’t happy, she was plenty capable of letting them know. She was also certain they’d abide by her decision if she really was determined to end the relationship. Meanwhile some dungeon play and an orgasm or two suited her fine. She just hoped she wasn’t frozen solid by the time they arrived at Coulton’s cottage.

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/captured-possession


Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Look What's out Today "Untamable", a menage

Blurb: “Untamable”:
Jewel, Donovan, and Oscar live together but the excitement has gone out of their relationship. She makes holiday plans to spice things up. Jewel's thought of everything, but will Donovan and Oscar rise to the challenge?


PG excerpt: “Untamable”:
Jewel never thought she'd have to say it, but frankly, her ménage relationship with Donovan and Oscar had become boring, predictable, and stale. The three of them acted more like old married fifty-somethings than three trendy, young, ménage-sharing twenty-somethings.
They should be eager to jump into bed together or fuck up against the wall, filled with raw passion for each other. Instead, Oscar was so tired after work he fell asleep on the sofa in front of the television, while Donovan sat at the table surrounded by a mountain of paperwork he'd brought home from the office. At night, in their apartment, instead of screams of passion, there were soft snores from Oscar, and groans of frustration from Donovan as he hunted for missing pieces of data.
"We're all still young. We should be in bed having sex," she said aloud in the living room.
Neither man paid any attention to her.
She had the feeling that even if she stripped off, Oscar wouldn't wake up, and Donovan wouldn't notice unless she started dancing on the table between him and his spreadsheets.
"You're not listening, are you? I may as well be invisible!"
No response.
The way Jewel saw it, she had two options -- find herself a new relationship or kick the men into action and reignite some passion in their existing threesome. Jewel slitted her eyes and gazed critically at the men. Donovan had short, blond hair, deep blue eyes, was a fraction over six feet tall, and looked like a muscular Viking. Under that boring, plain, navy blue sweater, he had the most intricate tribal tattoo across his right upper arm. He also had a large cock that he knew how to use to hit her just right to bring her to a screaming orgasm. Not that they'd done that too often lately.
Oscar slumped on the sofa, his red head thrown back against the top of it. He had the very fair skin and pale blue-gray eyes common to redheads. He also had a lean, lithe, runner's build, making him appear taller than his six-foot-even height. His cock was a mighty fine piece of equipment, too. Oscar and Donovan were both bisexual, comfortable with fucking each other, or fucking her, or fucking as a threesome.
It wouldn't even be so bad if the men were fucking like bunnies. At least I could watch them. But lately, no one here is getting any!

Buy link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=79_93&products_id=3951


Monday, July 15, 2013

Digital First Giveaway

Be sure to drop by The Book Reading Gals and enter the competition to win a copy of my newest book, “Captured Possession” which will release 31 July. The competition is on now so don’t miss out.



Monday, July 8, 2013

The Equal Rights Blog Hop: Winners

The winners have been announced at http://queertownabbey.com/join-the-equal-rights-blog-hop-july-4th-through-7th/

The winner for my blog is:


Wulf has won her choice of one of my backlist e-books.
Thank you everyone for hopping along with us all.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

The Equal Rights Blog Hop

What does being a member of the GLBT community mean to me?

I believe in freedom. The freedom to be whoever you want to be. The freedom to love and marry. The freedom to walk to the store at midnight without fear of being raped or bashed. The freedom to believe or not believe in whichever deity you choose.
I write stories in which people find love. It might be two men, two women, two men and a woman, or one man and one woman. The point is, that they are consenting adults and they love each other.
Every person needs to accept responsibility for their actions. A woman sitting on a beach in a bikini did not “make” a man rape her. He chose to act that way. Two men kissing did not “make” another man bash them. The attacker chose to respond as he did. Everyone in society has to be educated to understand that acting violently is a choice. A choice that is inappropriate and will not be accepted.
It is time for the world to accept that people are all different and should be free to express their differences in public, and that violence is not, and never will be, an acceptable response to such freedoms.

I have a new male/male short romance just released for the Fourth of July. “Fireworks at the Lake”.

“Fireworks at the Lake” blurb:
Andrew didn’t want to spend the Fourth of July long weekend with the people from the office so he goes to the lake instead.
There he sees Luke, a blond Viking who arouses every craving for love and lust inside him. But can he overcome his low self-esteem from when Rory rejected his love and open his heart to another man?

Buy Link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=79_191&products_id=3935

This post is part of the QueerTown Abbey equal rights blog hop.

To enter the Grand Prize Draw be sure to answer this question back on the Queer Town Abbey site. What do I believe in?

Keep hopping to win.


Tuesday, July 2, 2013

OUT TODAY!! Fireworks at the Lake

“Fireworks at the Lake” blurb:
Andrew didn’t want to spend the Fourth of July long weekend with the people from the office so he goes to the lake instead.
There he sees Luke, a blond Viking who arouses every craving for love and lust inside him. But can he overcome his low self-esteem from when Rory rejected his love and open his heart to another man?

When they reached the headland, there were a few groups of people right on the shoreline, including a party surrounding a large bonfire. Luke backtracked a little and parked beside a small grassy bowl of land that backed against the rocky headland. They had an excellent view across the lake to the fireworks and best of all, no one else was there at all. Of course, other people might arrive before midnight, but right now it was theirs and theirs alone.
Andrew's heart beat faster and his dick hardened. Actually his dick had been hard most of the time since he'd first seen Luke, but it was really hard now. Hard with hope and expectation. Surely Luke wouldn't have come here just to watch the fireworks. His Viking had to feel as he did, that they needed to touch and kiss each other.
Luke popped the trunk and pulled out a thick blanket, which he laid on the grass so their backs were to the rocky windbreak. Then he lay down full length and opened his arms."Let me kiss you."
Andrew felt a huge weight fall from his shoulders. Luke did want him. He wasn't mistaking the signs. It wasn't just his own hopes and desires. Luke reciprocated them. So what if it was only tonight? At least they would have this one night together.
Andrew dropped to his knees and ran his hands over Luke's pelvis. When he touched the other man's dick he knew he was right. It was an enormous, thick length. Andrew couldn't resist teasing a little, stroking it through Luke's baggy shorts, before slipping his hand under the waist elastic and over Luke's flat belly to touch heaven. Heaven was hot and hard with a head damp from pre-come. Andrew couldn't have asked for anything better.
He tugged Luke's shorts down his legs and off over his sandaled feet, glad they were baggy enough he didn't have to stop and take off the other man's footwear. Andrew dropped between Luke spread legs, licking the head of Luke's cock then sucking the tip into his mouth.

Buy link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=79_191&products_id=3935