A Firm-Handed Man

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Welcome Felicity Brandon with Taming Lady Lydia!

I can't wait to read   Taming Lady Lydia. A hot new historical by Felicity Brandon.





Buy Links:
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36181611-taming-lady-lydia

Author comments on book: Taming Lady Lydia is the most sensual and potent romance I have ever penned. Lord Markham is the Regency hero I always fantasised about... He’s a strict authoritarian with a loving, tender heart.
Publisher synopsis:
When eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia Franklin becomes the ward of Lord Thomas Markham after her father’s death, she quickly discovers that the wealthy, handsome gentleman believes in strict discipline for wayward young women. Her penchant for naughtiness soon earns her a sound spanking, but despite his willingness to punish her as often and as shamefully as he feels it necessary, Thomas’ firm-handed correction leaves Lydia helplessly aroused.

Though he is charged with ensuring that Lydia’s innocence is preserved, Thomas cannot help but notice her body’s response to his stern chastisement. It isn’t long before she is lying naked across his lap as she is spanked thoroughly and then brought to a blushing climax, and over the coming days he sets about teaching her what it means to surrender herself completely to a dominant man.

Being taken in Thomas’ arms proves more pleasurable than Lydia ever dreamed, and she finds herself imagining a future as his wife rather than his ward, but the dark rumors about his past are hard to ignore. When he asks for her hand she agrees to be his bride, but once the wedding is over will the bond between them hold firm or will it all end in scandal and heartbreak?

Publisher’s Note: Taming Lady Lydia includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Author synopsis:
When her father, Earl Franklin dies unexpectedly, eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia is sent to live with her guardian, the unknown and enigmatic Lord Thomas Markham. Initially eager to leave her new home, Lydia is indignant at her guardian’s firm and protective behaviour, but everything changes that first night when she accidentally discovers something shocking about life at Markham Hall…
Now, in spite of his rules and expectations, the young and indulged Lydia finds herself inexplicably drawn to her guardian. Lord Markham it seems, is a gentleman who will finally provide the firm hand she has always needed, and Lydia begins to crave his discipline, desiring him to take her over his knee and deliver a sound spanking.

With their affections for one another growing, Thomas and Lydia seem set for a bright future if only events would stop conspiring to tarnish their happiness. Can their burgeoning romance survive the scrutiny of Thomas’ mother, the Countess, and the interference of their peers? And can Lydia learn to live by Her Lordship’s governance, and find the happily ever after they so desire?

Teasers:
He looks at me, his face burning with intent. “Know this Lydia,” he says in an even tone. “I have grown immensely fond of you these last days. I will care for you, look after your needs, and be here for you, but whenever you choose to overstep the line, I will punish you.”
***
“I do so enjoy the sound of my name on those lips,” he says, eyeing my mouth intently.
My lips part at the statement, as though his eyes have commanded them to do so.
***
“My Lord, I do not know what you have done to me, but ever since we met, I have been captured.”

Excerpt:


“You can either be a good girl, behave and obey my requests…” He pauses, watching my responses carefully. “Or, my love… you can resist me, try me, and be soundly spanked for your trouble. Do you know which you have chosen tonight?”
I swallow at the question, my hips raising beneath our entwined bodies as though they choose to answer for me. “I have disobeyed you,” I whisper.
He smiles, his brow rising wryly at my comment. “Yes,” he agrees, kissing me chastely on the lips. “And so you will be spanked.”
“I am sorry, Thomas,” I whimper, not really sure if I am truly sorry, or whether I just enjoy playing the heroine to his bondage scene.
He is already moving down my body as he replies. “Thank you, my love,” he replies, and there is genuine warmth in his tone. “But you know the rules. You are to be punished and then you will be pleasured.”

Author Bio:
International bestselling & award winning writer of BDSM, spanking erotic romance.
Voted Favourite Historical Fiction, 2016, Golden Flogger Finalist, 2016, and Spanking Romance Review runner-up, 2016.
Founding Wicked Pen writer.

Author Links:
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Monday, October 23, 2017

Held in Custody sounds hot!

My feature today is Ashe Barker's Held In Custody.




  • Stormy Night, 2017
  • Released 14 October 2017
  • Time travel, Historical erotic romance, Viking romance
  • HEA ending
  • words



Taglines

  • In his custody – for her own protection … and his
  • His job is to protect. He intends to do his job, whether she likes it or not
  • In an unfamiliar, hostile world, who can she trust?


Publisher’s Sales Blurb

When he encounters an injured young woman while on a motorcycle ride on the small Scottish island of North Uist, police officer Finn Olsen immediately comes to her aid, but to his surprise her dialect proves all but incomprehensible to him. To make matters worse, she first tries to run and then does her best to stab him with a dagger after he catches her.

Recognizing that the woman is confused and distraught, Finn disarms her, handcuffs her, and brings her back to the local police station, which doubles as his home. Once she is in his custody, however, it quickly becomes clear that his beautiful, feisty prisoner comes from a very different era, and that she has somehow travelled forward in time more than a thousand years.

Finn takes it upon himself to keep the headstrong girl safe in a completely unfamiliar world, even going so far as to bare her bottom for a sound spanking with his belt when she attempts an escape. Despite her situation, she is deeply aroused by his bold dominance, and when he claims her properly she is left utterly spent and satisfied. But as they unravel the mystery of her arrival in the twenty-first century, will their discoveries bring an end to their newfound romance?

Publisher’s Note: Held in Custody includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


Author Synopsis:

The best laid plans…

He had no intention of touching her. His job is to protect the community of North Uist in the Outer Hebrides so Police Sergeant Finn Olsen is not about to let some strange woman run around his island brandishing a knife almost as big as she is. The mysterious female soon finds herself Held In Custody, locked up for her own protection. And his.
She is a prisoner in his care, but the more he learns about his unusual captive, the more Finn begins to suspect all is not what it seems. Eira speaks a language long dead, has no idea about modern plumbing, and seems to think he’s a god!
Punished for attempting to escape and putting herself in danger, Eira soon learns that the stern man who has her in his power intends to keep her safe but he expects obedience. Confused, lost, alone, she has no choice but to trust him as her world is thrown into turmoil. But when faced with a menacing threat from the past can Finn protect her? And can they forge a new future together?

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Excerpt:

He patted his lap and waited for Eira to resign herself to the inevitable. It did not take long. Eira edged forward from the head of the bed and eventually threw herself face down across his knee.
Finn lifted the towel to reveal the curved perfection of her bottom. He had, of course, had occasion to admire her body in the shower, though between the T-shirt and his own annoyance that opportunity had been limited. He took his time to savour her now. 
Eira flinched when he laid his palm on the soft, tender skin of her buttock. He squeezed, then reached for the belt which he had laid beside him on the bed. Finn took the precaution of hooking his leg over both of hers to ensure she remained in place, and with his spare hand he held her wrists in the small of her back. He usually derived considerable pleasure from taking his belt to a willing woman and he was only marginally less enthusiastic about administering a decent disciplinary spanking. Now that he had Eira laid across his lap, waiting, he was ready to admit that this was where he had wanted to see her right from the moment he had set eyes on the woman on the road. Even so, he thought it best to get this done with quickly. It was late, they both needed to get some sleep.
Eira yelped when the first stroke landed. She wriggled and squirmed on Finn's lap but he held her fast. After a few moments she settled and he delivered the second stroke. This time she whimpered but did not struggle. The third and fourth strokes were met with first screams, then sobbing. By the fifth she lay limp, weeping, her bottom sporting five vivid crimson stripes.
Finn laid the belt aside and traced each red wheal with his fingertips. He was gentle, but she hissed with pain even so.
"I am sorry, " she gulped. "I will obey."
"I know," murmured Finn. "I know you will. And now, you know what will happen if you don't."
"I am sorry, also, for the knife."
"That's done with, I told you. It doesn't matter."
"I am sorry, even so."
Finn eased her to her feet, then held her elbows until he was sure she was steady. "All is forgiven. You have been punished and we will not talk of it again, the knife or you disobeying me." He pulled her to him in a hug then smiled up at her. "You must be tired. It is very late. I made a bed for you."
"I know, in the prison."
"No, not there. In another room. You can use it until you have somewhere else to stay." He stood up and held out his hand. Eira took it, and he led her from the room.
"This is for me?" She gazed at the small but perfectly serviceable spare bedroom.
"Yes. You can sleep here. I'll bring your clothes when they're dry but until then you'll have to borrow more of mine."
"May I stay with you?"
"What?"
"May I sleep in your bed? With you?"


More about Ashe Barker

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research. 
Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea. 
Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel.  
At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too. 
Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.
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Sunday, October 22, 2017

Summer Graystone is on my blog with her sizzling book Gaining Maisy

Here are all the details you need for Summer Graystone's, Gaining Maisy.





Blurb:
Personal trainer, Carter Lewis knows his way around the gym--and around a woman's body. No stranger to the wild world of domination, Carter can spot a woman with a deep need for total submission from a mile a way. And the beautiful, but broken Maisy is just begging for it. Now, it's Carter's turn to teach Maisy just how gorgeous and sexy she really is--if she'll just accept her curves and size for what they truly are: Sexy as hell.

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Snippet: 

Every thought left Maisy’s mind as Carter wrapped his hands around her waist to slip them into her gym shorts, cupping her ass around her panties. It seemed like he was massaging where he had just spanked and Maisy felt her bones turn to goo as his hands swept up and down her ass. Then his thumb brushed the bottom end of her pussy from the back, and Maisy moaned loudly as she clutched his chest and plastered her body against his. A move that allowed her to feel every inch of the erection resting between Carter’s legs. Maisy rubbed her thighs against it, hoping to punish him a little like he was doing to her. But apart from a slight increase in breath and a jerk of his engorged cock, Carter barely acknowledged the contact.
Then with his hand still in her ass crack, his thumb just barely edging her pussy from the back, he leaned in close to her. “If you can complete fifty sit-ups without stopping, I’ll put my tongue where my thumb is.”
Adrenaline spiked through Maisy, and at that moment she would have done a hundred sit-ups just so she could feel his tongue soothe the ache between her legs. Forgotten was the fact that, up to that point, the best she had ever been able to get to was about thirty. She quickly got on the floor, raising her knees up till she was in the position to start. Then just before she started, Carter dropped down to his knees and slid in between her legs. Normally, he would hold her by her ankles to keep her steady while her back went up and down. But today, his hands slid up her legs, caressed her thighs, then she felt the pad of his thumb circle around her aching pussy, the friction causing another wave of arousal to course through her whole body. “Remember, my tongue here if you get to fifty.”


About the Author:
Hey! So my name is Summer, and I’m a contemporary romance author, who attends photography classes during the day, and writes naughty romance by night. When I’m not in school I also work as a portrait photographer at a small local studio near the beaches of California. My favorite thing to do is to write sexy stories that will melt your panties off, and emotional stories that will make you cry, and rejoice when the hero gets the girl in the end. 

I love to hear from my readers! Email me at summergraystone@outlook.com and let's chat!

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“Gaining Maisy by Summer Graystone was a sweet and sexy romance novel that pulled me in from the first page. I’m a sucker for stories where the heroine is starting over and happens to meet a loving dom (like Carter—yum!!), and I thought Maisy and Carter had great chemistry and were perfect for one another. This is a fantastic read that you won’t want to put down!” ~ USA Today Bestselling Author Sue Lyndon

Saturday, October 21, 2017

It's been a long time but I'm back for Saturday Spankings!





It's been simply ages since I've participated in Saturday Spankings. I can't wait to read everyone's snippets. I hope you enjoy mine, it's from my new book A Firm-Handed Man.





Blurb:


After a night out with friends, twenty-five-year-old Mikala Black makes an extremely foolish decision that puts her in danger and ultimately results in her being left stranded by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. When her plight is finally noticed by the driver of a passing car, her rescuer turns out to be Andrew Weatherly, an old high school classmate.

Andrew is no longer the boy she remembers as her chemistry lab partner, however. He is a tall, handsome, confident man now, and it sets Mikala's heart racing when he scolds her for her reckless behavior. Despite her best efforts to respond to his lecture with nothing but indignation, Andrew's declaration that she is in need of a long, hard spanking leaves her intensely aroused.

Mikala has dreamed for years of finding a man who will not be afraid to take her in hand, and she cannot help wondering if Andrew would follow through on his threat. She soon learns the hard way that he will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her soundly when she pushes him too far with her defiant attitude.

Over the coming weeks, a romance blossoms between them, and though Mikala often finds herself with a bright-red, sore bottom, being kept in line by a firm-handed man is everything she hoped it would be. But when the demands of Andrew's job put a strain on their relationship, will Mikala's over-the-top reaction end up tearing apart everything they've built together?


The snippet I have chosen today is from a scene where Andrew is driving Mikki home after he finds her stranded by the side of the road. She is explaining to him how she managed to be there in the middle of the night without her bag or shoes. 



“You’re not my father, or my boyfriend.”
“I know; if I was, you wouldn’t be sitting comfortably right now. You probably wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for the rest of the week.”
Mikki’s jaw dropped and for a moment she didn’t answer. She wasn’t going to show him how much he’d rattled her. “As if I’d let that happen,” she scoffed finally. Inside, her heart was racing in a not unpleasant way.

“It wouldn’t be up to you,” he said.


Excerpt:


“Well,” he said slowly. “I don’t really know what happened but I do feel like I’ve come in at the end of a movie. Want to fill me in?”
Mikala nodded. She couldn’t blame him for being curious but where did she even start? As she tried to put her thoughts together she realized how ridiculous it was going to come across, mainly because the whole situation was ridiculously insane. It was probably best to be a little vague. “I was out with my friends. I’ve been a bit lonely and they were trying to cheer me up. It wasn’t a big deal, really.”
“So you’re single?”
Yes, single, no partner, no family, all by myself. As pathetic as I look tonight, he probably guessed that already. Drew probably had a stunning wife and two perfect kids at home waiting for him. “Um, yeah, I am, obviously,” She couldn’t stop the snort that escaped her at the irony of the situation. Great, way to look even more attractive.
“Nothing wrong with that, I was just curious is all. I mean, I’m single as well,” he said with a friendly smile. “I get loneliness.”
“Oh, so you’re single, Drew, that’s great.” Really? Did she really just say that? Change the subject. “What was I saying?”
“You were telling me how you ended up where I found you in the middle of nowhere, at night.”
“Right, that. Okay, well, I went out with my friends but I wasn’t having the greatest of times. They were dancing but I wasn’t comfortable because my feet hurt.”
“Uh huh, so it wasn’t so much that you were sick but sick of being there.”
“Well, kind of, I guess. I was at the bar and this guy who I thought was nice bought me a few drinks.” She looked across to Drew’s face and his lips were set in a thin line. “He was really nice, at least that’s what I thought at the time.”
“Oh, I’m sure.”
“Anyway, I said I was going to get a cab home because I didn’t want to ruin my friends’ evening and he offered to drive me.”
“You just met this guy and you had both been drinking, yet you got into a car with him?”
“Of course not!” she said. “He wasn’t drinking, he was the designated driver.”
Andrew shook his head. “So much better. And your friends just let you walk out of the bar by yourself, with a stranger?”
“You’re missing the point, he was nice. Well, he actually wasn’t nice but he seemed nice, which was what I was saying.” Why wasn’t he getting it? She’d had a lapse of judgment.
“So how did this nice man end up dropping you off in the middle of nowhere?” He glanced across at her. “He didn’t hurt you, Mikki, did he?”
“No, he didn’t hurt me. He did drive the wrong way though and he did think he was going to—um, well, he misunderstood the situation. Thankfully I was able to persuade him to stop the car and I ran. Well, I ran for about a second and a half, I didn’t have shoes because I took them off when I got into the car. Not that the shoes I had would have been any help in the running department.”
“That’s how you managed to leave your bag and shoes in the car?”
She rolled her eyes dramatically. “I didn’t have time to do a stock take. I just wanted to get out of there before he changed his mind about letting me go and took off again with me in the car. It was self-preservation.”
“Oh, Mikki, that was such a dangerous and silly thing to do. In fact, silly isn’t a strong enough word. It was ridiculous. What if he had decided to just take what he wanted? You may not have been able to get him to stop the car and even when he decided it was time to stop, he may not have let you escape.”
“But none of that happened and he did stop. I was a bit surprised too, but when I got really angry he backed down.”
“You were very lucky but I hope you learned a lesson. You know I am really surprised that a twenty-five-year-old woman didn’t have more sense.”

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Thursday, October 19, 2017

Addison Cain is on my blog with Stolen!

Stolen is the first in a series by Addison Cain. (Alpha's Control-Book 1)




Links:
B&N: Banned from Barnes & Nobel
Kobo: Coming Soon

Blurb:
He stole her off the streets in broad daylight—the first Omega discovered in Bernard Dome in generations. He took her with violence while none intervened. He broke her, swearing he’d put her back together.
Brenya Perin was ordered to submit.
Bernard Dome is the jewel of Europe, a bastion of art and culture, pleasure and decadence. But life in the city depends on the occupation chosen for you at birth. There is no subversion, no question of who rules. There is no freedom.
Peace has a price, a price the Commodore of Bernard Dome is willing to pay… so long as the Omega remains his.
***
Shepherd’s influence is on the rise. His machinations are subtle, his hands full tending to his recovering mate. Her safety is his priority, and something he’s willing to risk war to assure. Bernard Dome has what he wants, and they will all be damned if they deny him.
Publisher’s Note: The Alpha’s Control series, is a dark Omegaverse tale with explicit sexual themes and complete power exchange. If such material offends you, please do not purchase. 

 Excerpt:

Bit by bit, her body conformed to the Alpha’s unspoken will. Her lips would sigh while her brain would scream.

He’d take a nipple to be suckled, her spine would arch… the small Beta voice inside her powerless to make her listen.

Someone else inhabited her body when Jacques played his games.

She was possessed.

And that was why she’d cried over breakfast. That was why she’d flown into violence when he thought to take her away from herself again.

Because he had a new weapon. A thing he’d slipped inside her and called her prize.

What did he call it? The name had sounded scientific, important, nothing like what it should have been called. He’d called it a pliarator. She knew better. It was a mind obliterator.

It slipped in easily enough the day before, so smoothly she wasn’t sure what had replaced his fingers, and then it had latched on. Discomfort grew in the form of a muscular ache, distracting, embarrassing, and enticing, Jacques manipulating how the thing sat in her pelvis while she tried to sit up and see what he’d done.

There had been no warning before the buzzing clicked and a soft nodule landed on her clitoris. The vibration had set her to yelp, urged her to press her legs closed against it, and encouraged a pool of slick to gather under her body.

He’d allowed her rebellion because it had made no difference. Even with her legs together, even rolled over on her belly as if she might squirm away, it could not be unseated. Deep inside her body it changed shape again. It stretched her, Brenya keening in pain.

Except, she wasn’t sure if it had been pain at all.

A warm hand on her back, the other still fixed to the device inside the squirming Omega, Jacques smiled. “When an Alpha male chooses to mount an untried Beta female there is a certain protocol that must take place before he can possess her. Had you been optioned for the breeding banks, you would have undergone this practice years ago—just as Annette delighted in these moments with Ancil. Sharing this with you was her idea, and seeing you this way, I can see it was an excellent one. Relax and enjoy.”

Mouth agape, sucking in deep pants of air, Brenya stared forward at the distant wall and saw nothing. She could do nothing. Was reduced to nothing.

All by a single pulsating machine.

A machine designed for one purpose: to prepare a Beta female's sex organs to accept the far larger, far more powerful Alpha cock.

The way it squirmed and milked the slick from her tunnel curled her toes. The horrid thing had a life of its own, though she might claw the sheets and fight against its intrusion.

Jacques may have pumped it in and out of her, he may have forced it deeper into her cunt when she tried to push it out, but the robot sensed her struggles and redoubled its attack.

The first orgasm had hurt; the machine had torn the pleasure right out of each nerve. 

Immediately it altered its shape, sprang into action when her passage clenched as if to grasp an Alpha knot. Shape bloating, manipulating nerves with shocks, with rotary aggression, it had expanded near the base… and made her groan until drool hung from her lips.

An ocean of slick poured like a river, Jacques no longer pinning her down, but petting and watching where her ass had raised up from the bed and her stuffed cunt was on display as if begging for more.

He adjusted the settings. She convulsed, insides wrenching around the mechanical intrusion as it started its expansion process over again.

Rolling her to her back, he drew her knees to her ears, put his weight on her, and moved his body as if it was his member inside her doing the damage and not some cold machine.

He’d dared to kiss her, to comment on her lust-drugged, blown pupils.

The male had called her beautiful as she lay stupefied and twitching.

When she tried to say his name, tried to beg him to stop, he’d smiled, his head slowly descending between her grotesquely spread thighs. Jacques had lapped at the slick seeping out around the machine as if her sex was the sweetest cream.

“I’ve never seen a Beta respond to a Pliarator as you do. What exceptional creatures Omegas are.” Husky, he’d growled, still savoring her juices. “Imagine it’s my cock inside you. When the next knot comes, I want you to feel my seed pulsating in your belly.”

As if on cue, the machine began to expand at its base, to fill her up and stretch her even more than the first time. He watched it work her, Jacques seeing to his own satisfaction with rapid jerks of his hand up and down the veined protuberance jutting forth between his legs.

His cock. 

She could smell it in her haze, grunted at it like an animal.

The way he abused his organ, how swollen and purple it grew in his fist, the way he practically gnawed her erect clitoris, they both had to be in euphoric pain.

Ready to spurt, he’d reared back on his knees, drew his lips back from his teeth, the muscles standing up in his neck.

The worst had yet to come.

He spoke a command. The machine responded. It opened up, the false knot inside her growing until a hole was made inside her body just the right size to be exploited. 

Falling forward to land on his hand, his musculature tight and twitching, Jacques lined up his fat cockhead with her machine spread opening, smeared her tortured cunt with a dribble of his come, and jerked himself in two more rough tugs until pearlescent spray shot forcefully into the space the machine had made inside her.

His usherings were too much for that little pocket, and his seed surged outside her sex, down her crack, in waves of wet heat, over and over until he pulled from her slit to aim instead for her trembling belly.

He overshot, coating her heaving tits, globs landing as far as her parted lips.

When he had crawled over her body, bobbing his pulsating knot in her face, he’d told her to lick him clean… and she had obeyed.

Without question.

Laving him from bulbous base to mushroom tip, collecting the salty taste, slurping, swallowing. With even more vigor than he’d displayed between her legs, Brenya submitted.

In that moment, she did not possess the mental faculty to understand that the Alpha had manipulated his promise.

Jacques had not fucked her. His machine had.

She’d been vanquished like a prisoner, subjugated like a slave, and used like a whore—sore, tired, mindless, and still under the control of his whirring device.

That had been last night, all night.

Even upon waking, her senses had not fully returned, and here he was, forcing her back on the bed to do it to her all over again.

Betas were never reassigned.

He pushed his toy deeper, speaking warmly. “In a week or two, you’ll be ready for me, mon chou.”


A bit about Addison...


USA Today Bestselling author, Addison Cain, is best known for her dark romances, the internationally bestselling Alpha’s Control Series, and the twisted alien worlds of the Irdesi Empire. Her antiheroes are not always redeemable, her lead females fierce, and nothing is ever as it seems.

Deep and sometimes heart wrenching, Addison is driven to push her plots beyond the pale. Her books are not for the faint of heart, but they are just right for those who enjoy unapologetic bad boys, aggressive alphas, and a hint of violence in a kiss. 

Visit her website:

addisonlcain.com

Don’t miss these exciting titles by Addison Cain!

The Alpha’s Claim Series:
Born to be Bound: Book One
Born To Be Broken: Book Two
Reborn: Book Three

The Alpha’s Control Series:
Absolute Power: Prelude
Stolen: Book One

The Irdesi Empire Series:
Sigil: Book One
Sovereign: Book Two

Anthologies:
The Dark Forest: A Collection of Erotic Fairytales
Valentine’s Roulette: Unraveled
Hero Undercover: A Night by my Fire
Royally Mine: Consumed

Historical Romance:
A Trick of the Light
Dark Side of the Sun

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