Branded a traitor, Sir Giles Moncrieff was disowned by his family and his country. He now makes his fortune out of an exclusive club, where debauched men can live out their sexual fantasies.
Escaping from her brutal owner, Angel Smith finds solace in her skills as a circus acrobat.
Can two tortured souls find happiness together, or will their dark secrets tear them apart?
A brat every twelve months will keep you in line, and this.” Vince fingered a short handled whip.
“I want to go with you.” She backed away from Vince, cannoned into Sir Giles’ hard body and warmth coursed through her.
“Collect what you need, and we will leave immediately.” He rested a hand on her shoulder.
“Go then, you ungrateful slut, but Grenadier stays with me,” Vince growled.
“No. No, he’s mine, Rolf gave him to me. He won’t work with anyone but me.”
“Under the whip he’ll work with anyone I put on his back.”
“Please, Sir Giles, Grenadier belongs to me. I…I can’t leave him behind, Fleabag either.”
“You can take that ugly flea-bitten mutt, but the horse stays here.”
“Grenadier is mine.”
“Prove it?” Vince bared his stained, food clogged teeth.
“I don’t have any papers, but Rolf gave his word, he… I…I can’t leave Grenadier behind. I’m sorry Sir Giles. I will have to stay here.”
Vince’s triumphant laugh was laced with cruelty and Angel trembled, but she could not leave the gelding behind. He had a soft, responsive mouth and such a lovely friendly nature, and she knew without doubt, Vince’s brutal training methods would break him.
“If you buy the horse, and let my dog come with me, I swear, I will work for you for nothing until the debt is paid. I will do anything.” She clutched at the fine cloth of Sir Giles’ sleeve. “Please.”
“All right. I will give you twenty guineas for the horse, but I want a bill of sale.”
“Sixty guineas and you can have him,” Vince shot back.
“Daylight robbery, but agreed. I want a bill of sale right here and now, then I will leave with the horse, the dog and the girl.” Sir Giles stood with his hands on his hips, legs slightly apart. He was arrogant and intimidating, Angel inwardly quaked. This man was not to be trifled with. Her hopes of slipping away with Louie later on were dashed, but nothing could be worse than being raped by Vince. And rape it would be, because she would never voluntarily let him touch her body. There was only one man she hated more than this vile beast. Lord Edwin Benditt.
She felt the color leech from her face, bile surged into her mouth and she clenched her teeth so the bitter liquid would not spill out.
“Are you all right?” Sir Giles’ hand on her shoulder steadied her.
“Yes. Ghosts from the past,” she whispered. Oh God, if only she could forget.
She dashed off to gather her meager possessions, then leading Grenadier she returned to the wagon and waited near the door.
Vince handed over the bill of sale. Sir Giles gave him a promissory note for sixty guineas and stepped down from the wagon.
“You’re welcome to the slut,” Vince snarled. “When my uncle found her she was bleeding like a stuck pig from an abortion.”
Accepting the close cuddle, she fell asleep. Hours later, kisses woke her. Kisses on her neck. Kisses on her lips.
“What’s happening?” She yawned and rubbed one eye.
“I have to go to the office. I didn’t want to just leave and have you worry.” He dressed quickly.
She sat up in bed. “Max, will you do me a favor?”
“Certainly, my Evelyn.”
“No matter what happens in our relationship, don’t ever lay out in the sun.”
A smile warmed his face and more. “I promise not to lie out in the sun.” Of course, he wouldn’t. If he returned to Iceland without his lifemate, he’d be encased in ice. Max paused. A furry feeling tickled his heart, and he sat next to her. “Are you beginning to care for me?”
“Maybe a little.”
“A little, huh?” He chuckled and brushed his lips against hers, sending fire coursing through her entire body. “I was thinking that we might try going on a date again tonight. What do you think?”
“I’d like that, but do you think it’s wise considering the attack last night?”
He swept up her hand and kissed it. “Actually I do think it’s best that I get you off this island for a little while.”
“Sounds like fun and also mysterious. Where are we going?”
“I love surprises, don’t you? I’ll pick you up at work.”
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Susan Hanniford Crowley
Afghanistan took her husband, so Abby will do anything to save their child.
Haunted by the death of her soldier husband in Afghanistan and the malice of her in-laws, Abby Palmer is on the run with her baby. She doesn’t believe in happily ever-afters.
Ethan Alexander’s fiancée defrauded him out of millions then dumped him. He is in no mood to be kind to anyone.
He meets up with Abby and against his better judgement helps her.
Will the cynical tycoon and the young war widow let their wounded hearts stand in the way of future happiness?
Mid-morning, rugged up against the chill, Abby and Rosie set off for the fifteen minute walk to the cemetery. A cold wind gusted along the street, and the sky hung heavy with dark clouds, but the rain held off. The wheels of the baby stroller squeaked slightly on the cobblestoned footpath.
It was an old graveyard set in the grounds of a ruined church that had been bombed during the Second World War. Only a couple of walls still stood, blackened and scarred, yet a stained glass window, overlooking where the altar would have been, was intact. It depicted an angel with wings spread protectively around a child playing on the edge of a cliff.
She pushed open the lichen-covered gate and made her way to Robbie’s grave. The white wooden cross stood amidst ancient headstones. Grass had grown over the mound of soil.
The inscription read: Robert Palmer aged 24. A fallen soldier.
“Oh Robbie.” Leaving Rosie strapped in the stroller, she picked up the small bunch of Daphne and inhaled the beautiful perfume. She placed it next to Hazel’s tribute from yesterday, a couple of purple flowers hidden between a mass of green leaves.
“Why did you have to die and leave us alone?” she murmured. “I can’t stay with your parents; they’re plotting to get rid of me so they can have Rosie to themselves. I have to get away.” She knelt on the ground and rested her hand on the cross. “I know using your headstone as a way of getting money is despicable, but I can’t think of anything else.” She blinked back tears. “I love you Robbie, I always will, and I don’t want to leave you, but for Rosie’s sake I must. Your parents wouldn’t even let me have your medals; that’s how much they hate me.”
Silence hung heavy over the graveyard, intermittently broken by Rosie’s gurgling and a blackbird singing from the bare branch of a huge tree. In the distance traffic hummed.
“Goodbye my darling. I don’t know when or if I will come here again, but know this. I will never forget you, and I swear to take care of Rosie, and tell her all about her brave daddy.” Sobs shook her body, and it wasn’t only the cold that chilled her, but what the Palmers planned to do so they could keep Rosie. Escape was the only option, but fear of what the future held rested like lead in her stomach.
Back at the Palmer’s cottage, Abby stuffed as much as she could into Rosie’s pink nappy bag. Disposable nappies, a few jars of baby food, and a couple of changes of clothes for the baby. She hurried over to her underwear drawer and her heart turned to stone. She always kept her panties folded in half and neatly stacked, but they had been moved. Who would do such a thing? Hazel? Not likely, but Bob, she had seen him skulking around outside her room on a couple of occasions.
Bile rose up in her throat. Was he one of those sexual deviates? On several occasions she had caught him staring at her breasts. She had to get away from this evil. If only she could get a flight for tomorrow.
She grabbed a handful of underwear, a long sleeved top and a couple of T-shirts and stuffed them in the bag then hid it in the wardrobe, ready to go if she was lucky enough to get a flight for tomorrow.
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Brenda, a classical musician, is looking for a roommate to help alleviate the costs of living in expensive Southern California. She is also attempting to fend off the attention of her amorous, bullying conductor, deal with her meddling family, and understand her feelings for Greg, the building’s sexy young owner.
Rosy, a nurse, recently arrived from Australia, hates the Vietnam War, in particular what it has done to her patients. She agrees to room with Brenda to save money.
Can a war protestor and war supporter live peaceably under one roof? And why is Rosy unable to shake her attraction to her gorgeous, unconscious patient, Jack?
Jack’s eyes drooped. Rosy watched as he seemed to be spirited away back to the War.
“I will never forget one little girl, Binh Lue. She lived with her grandparents in a village in the Que Son Mountains. She was about four or five. She was so sad, wouldn’t come to us the way the other kids did. It took me a week of gentle persuasion before she would come and sit on my lap by the fire and listen to the men playing handmade wooden instruments.”
Jack gazed deep into Rosy’s eyes. “You would have loved her. She was tiny with a little button nose and the bluest eyes.”
“Blue? Is that common?”
“Her father was an American soldier and she had been left in the village to try to protect her from Viet Cong. Trouble was, the bastards were everywhere.” Tears welled in his eyes.
“Clark, Steven and I were on patrol in thick jungle around the village perimeter, about half mile out, when we heard a bomb explode. Viet Cong were bombing the village. By the time we got back there every hut was on fire. It was beyond our control, no-one was left alive. It was a fuckin’ slaughter. We headed back into the jungle with plans to radio our unit the following day. Binh had somehow survived and followed us. We didn’t know until we heard a click. She had stepped on a mine.”
“Oh God.” Rosy’s hand flew to her mouth.
“We raced back towards the sound. Clark and Steven got there first and when Binh saw her friends, she started towards them. We screamed at her to stand still but she couldn’t understand us. The mine exploded and we were all blown into the air with the force. There were only fragments of Binh’s body left and I buried the pieces I could find. I started to drag Clark and Steven back to the village but I could only go a few feet each day before I passed out. I hoped if I got us to the village, some of our unit would eventually come to check why they hadn’t heard from us. I don’t know how long it was before some soldiers found us and we got help.”
Jack began sobbing. Rosy sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him into her arms. She ran her hands up and down his back and silently grieved with him. She couldn’t begin to understand the horrors he had borne witness to. No wonder the man was troubled by nightmares.
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Here’s an excerpt from my M/F/M BDSM erotic romance novel, Stately Pleasures. It’s one of my favourite scenes from the book. I mean, sex in a library? How can I not love that?
Ethan stood and walked over to one side of the room, grasping the rolling ladder which reached up to the very top shelves of the library. He manoeuvred it so it was facing the wall, then locked the wheels. He turned and nodded at Jeremy, who took Alice’s arm and led her over to Ethan and the newly secured ladder. Positioning her in front of the ladder, facing its steps, Jeremy pulled the binds they’d used in the dining room – or at least ones that looked the same – from his pocket and handed one to Ethan.
Between them, they encouraged Alice up the first step of the ladder – mercifully, it was more like a flight of mobile stairs, with flat wooden slats instead of rungs, otherwise it would have hurt her bare feet – then secured her wrists to the handrails. Crooking her neck so she could look under her arm, she could see that she was just a little way off the floor, with her arse pointing out into the room in all its fleshy glory.
She wondered if she was positioned this way so her bottom was in a good spanking position, but she racked her brain to remember this particular task and couldn’t recall any kind of corporal punishment. She pressed her lips together hard to suppress a smirk – if she couldn’t remember, then there was a good chance that this was a nice, straightforward task with nothing untoward involved at all. Except being naked and bound to some rolling steps in a library, of course. And hopefully being given a good seeing-to.
Nobody spoke for a few minutes, but Alice was aware of activity behind her – she suspected it was the two men mouthing plans to one another and using their hands to emphasise their meaning. Though she wasn’t sure why they were bothering to keep it from her if they thought she already knew what was going to happen. Perhaps they’d changed the plan.
Seconds later, her ordeal began. Only it wasn’t an ordeal. That made it sound bad, and what Alice was experiencing was the complete opposite. Jeremy and Ethan were touching her, lightly. The tips of their fingers swept over the back of her body, from head – well, neck – to toe. Gentle caresses that made her want to writhe madly and had all the tiny hairs on her skin standing up on end. The men continued this for some time, until she was quivering with anticipation. Although by that point her entire body had become an erogenous zone, she couldn’t help but wonder when they were going to touch her between her legs, or on her breasts. But she kept quiet – they were running the show, and if past experience was anything to go by, whatever they had planned would be well worth the wait.
Soon, the men upped the ante. They replaced their hands with their mouths. Kissed, licked, and nibbled their way over the skin they’d already sensitised with their fingers. Alice began to wish she was sitting down. All the stimulation was giving her shaky legs. And, despite the fact they hadn’t even been close to it yet – except for Jeremy’s earlier brief touch – her pussy was so wet that juices were leaking down the insides of her thighs. She pressed her thighs together to stop the trickle going any further, and to try and get some stimulation on her severely neglected clit.
‘Hey!’ Jeremy said, slapping her arse. ‘We’ll have none of that. Trying to get yourself off. Just for that, you can wait a little longer until we touch you where you really need it.’
Alice hung her head. Shit. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait. It wasn’t the first time they’d both teased her before letting her climax, but before, the teasing had been more direct – her tits, her pussy, her thighs. This was just torture. The closest they’d currently got to her pussy was her arse cheeks. Part of her wanted them to start spanking her bum and thighs – at least the pain would transport into the kind of intense pleasure that might eventually make her climax. If she was lucky.
She arched her back, hoping the sight of her plump backside being thrust out would tempt one of them. Ethan laughed. ‘Mate, look at this. She’s desperate. Gagging for it. Begging us without using any words. Clever girl. Shall we put her out of her misery?’
Aiming another slap at her arse cheek, Jeremy then moved around to the side of the ladder and looked at Alice’s face. ‘Is that what you want, Alice? You want to be fucked?’
Past the point of caring whether she came across as desperate or not, she nodded eagerly.
Jeremy chuckled. ‘I thought so. But here’s another question for you. Which one of us would you like? Me? Ethan? Or maybe both?’
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Senior Detective Atoni Grind and Senior Constable Grinch Kapule are two handsome police officers
who are called in to solve murder cases on the Hawaiian island of Oahu.
Grind is the lead detective of Task Force Akamai, Grinch is the senior Police Constable.
When a young girl is murdered and left on the edge of a Diamond Head cliff, the two men work together solving the mystery.
By day they solve crime, by night they pleasure each other.
Corporal Grinch Kapule groaned as the radio crackled to life and the dispatcher’s voice reverberated over the airways. He had been looking forward to dropping the police vehicle back at the station and heading home. He had a third anniversary celebration planned. Soft candlelight, a lobster and seafood dinner, good champagne and a night of fabulous fucking. Now his plans were shot to shit.
“Did you hear any of that Grinch? You looked like you were miles away.” His new Junior Officer partner, Anuhea Miller – known as Ana, asked. She had recently moved to the city, having previously been posted to a station on the North Shore. It was only their second shift together as members of Task Force Akamai.
Task Force Akamai consisted of a Senior and Junior Detective, a Corporal and three Junior Officers. They were pulled from normal duties to investigate, and hopefully solve, murder or any other capital crime which occurred in the Islands. Grinch’s previous partner had moved on to study Law. Ana was his replacement.
Grinch cringed, he had been miles away. “Sorry, I was thinking about something else.”
“Hikers have found a body. It’s caught up on rocks on the beach side of the Diamond Head crater near the Beach Park. We’ve been ordered there. Detectives are en route.”
Grinch flipped a switch, the siren and flashing lights burst into life. He checked the traffic and swung the vehicle around before speeding down Kalalaua Road towards Diamond Head.
“Lē’ahi,” he corrected.
“That’s what the locals call Diamond Head. Lē’ahi. The name is Hawaiian for tuna’s dorsal fin. They insisted that was what the crater looked like.”
“So why does everyone else call it Diamond Head?”
“British Sailors named it Diamond Head a few centuries ago. They thought the quartz they saw from their ships, which was flashing in the sunlight, was a diamond and the name was born. It stuck, but locals with a long history on Oahu only ever call it Le’ahi.”
Grinch slowed as they neared Honolulu Zoo. An elderly man and his wife tottered across the road. As soon as they had passed safely, his foot jammed down on the accelerator.
As they merged onto Beach Road, a large crowd captured their attention. People stood peering over the edge of the volcanic, rocky crags.
“I’d guess that’s where the body is,” Ana said.
Grinch pulled the vehicle onto the shoulder of the road and screeched to a stop. “Radio the station. Tell them we need crowd control. The area will have to be cordoned off. The Detectives will hit the roof if they arrive and find their crime scene contaminated by onlookers. The last thing we need is for someone to slip and join whoever it is down there.”
Ana reached for the radio on her shoulder, pressed the button and relayed her new boss’s instructions to the dispatcher.
Grinch stepped from the car, checked his Glock semi- automatic pistol was secure in his holster, and strode to the center of the milling crowd. He turned, his back to where the side of the crater dropped into the ocean. “Folks, I need you to move way back. Unless you have information about what has happened here, I would like you to return to your vehicles or homes.”
The people in the crowd muttered and groaned but gradually dispersed, leaving only one couple behind.
“We found the body, Officer.” A young man, who Grinch estimated was in his mid-twenties, and a young woman around the same age, stood before him. It was clear they were shaken and he assumed they were the couple who had phoned the crime in.
Ana joined her partner, pen and notebook in hand. Grinch excused himself to check on the victim while Ana spoke with the young couple.
“I walked to the edge so Dylan could take a photo with the water behind me. We’re on our honeymoon and were taking a walk before dinner,” the young woman began. “I saw something red and leaned over to take a closer look. That’s when I saw her. Dylan phoned you straight away and no-one has been down there.”
“Good. Did you see anyone in the area?” Ana asked.
Dylan and his new wife glanced at each other. “No, there was no-one close by. When Marilyn screamed, people came rushing from all directions.”
Ana scribbled in her note book. “If you think of anything at all, please call the station.” She wrote down their names and contact numbers before allowing them to leave. She made her way to where Grinch crouched, peering over the edge.
She squatted beside him. The body was that of a young woman. The red top she had been wearing was in tatters and her golden breasts were exposed as she lay, trapped in the rocks. A large black mole was visible on her right shoulder. Water gently lapped over her. Whatever she’d been wearing on the bottom half of her body was gone.
“She hasn’t been here long,” Grinch said. He pointed down and Ana followed the line of his hand. “Her skin is only slightly puckered which indicates she hasn’t been here long. She doesn’t look burnt either, yet she is fully exposed to the sun.”
A car screeched to a stop behind them, the two officers swung around. It was the task force Detectives. Within seconds, two more police cars arrived and the Coroner’s Office vehicle. An ambulance brought up the rear.
Grinch and Ana approached the Detectives who climbed from their car.
“Officer’s,” the deep honeyed voice greeted.
Grinch pulled Ana closer. “Ana, this is Senior Detective Atoni Grind and his partner Detective Roger Kamaka. This is Junior Officer, Anuhea Miller. Ana, as she likes to be known, has just been transferred to our task force from the North Shore station.”
The Detectives shook hands with the shapely young police officer.
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It was a family vacation. My dad had recently retired. He had what they now call rheumatoid arthritis. Back then it was arthritis and bursitis. Basically, his joints were worn away and what was left was badly inflamed. This is the worst news for a top body and fender man like my dad. He slowly went down the list of jobs you can do at the shop, until he was left pushing a broom. Even that got to be too much for his joints. He ached every day. The aspirin he took ate up his stomach. Even the shots the doctors gave fail to give him much relief. The trip was to discover if the Mohave was a good place to move to for my dad’s condition. It wasn’t, but that’s another story for another time.
It was a great trip for the most part. My dad modified a van. By modifying, I mean he welded in L-brackets, sawed a plywood board to set across it, and then had foam cut to fit. My mom sewed a cover for the mattress. This became a bunk bed for my sister and myself to sleep on. My parents’ bed was a full size mattress that went underneath. The ice chest my dad took fishing was our refrigerator and the camp stove went along to cook our meals on.
We headed out to Arizona and Nevada. Since my dad loved to fish, we stopped at every major lake across the Mojave Desert. And yes, the desert does have lakes. We also stopping at historical places along the way, so it became an educational experience for my sister and me.
I remember a shop called the Rock Hound and used its name for my heroine’s parents’ store. We also rock hunted along the great Colorado River, which I also mention in my book. I learned what geography means and how the desert was made. We stopped by a huge old cement building, long abandoned and roofless. It also found a place on my book.
Then it rained. We were stuck in our van for three days as it poured outside. Two young girls stuck in a van with their parents. That got a bit dicey. When it stopped raining, the desert bloomed in brilliant colors. The rain also brought out the colors of the rocks and desert formations.
Team Alpha Three’s spaceship is out of power after fighting a wormhole, and parked on the primitive world of Zenevieva. With half the team sick from radiation poisoning, the team commander entrust geologist, Maya Gladstone, to find enough matrix crystals to power up their spacecraft, so they can go home to Earth. Vach Namaste of the powerful Clan Namaste, a native of the planet, has desired the lovely Maya since she stepped off the spaceship on that astonishing day a year ago. He’s hounded her every step since. As Hymeneal Night approaches, he makes plans to take her as his bride… willing or not.
“There’s a bow in the rock wall.” He backed up, causing Maya to withdraw. “I’m bigger than the last time I went through here, but that was several years ago when my cousin, Xeno, brought me.”
He handed her the flashlight.
“Is there another way?” She shone the light around, noting how the crevice narrowed overhead.
“Not that I know of.” He grunted, trying to remove his robe, but there wasn’t much room to maneuver.
“Here, let me help you.” Maya pulled the robe off his shoulder. “Surely the ancients didn’t come through here?” She jerked one sleeve down over his hand and then reached to get the other side too, but found herself wedged between the rock wall and his hard body. Fighting the impulse to feel his muscles, she managed to get his other sleeve down.
“If there’s another entrance, it must have been blocked a long time ago.” He started to pull his tunic off, but struggled, thanks to his big arms and the lack of room. “Can you help me with my shirt?”
As Vach lifted his arms over his head, Maya grabbed a handful of cloth so she could lift the material high over his shoulders. “What are you going to do? Strip down and lube yourself with my cooking oil?”
“No.” He chuckled, his voice muffled by the shirt. “But that’s a good idea.”
With his arms up, Maya got a whiff of his spicy, male scent. It always surprised her that the Zeemen didn’t stink after exertion as humans did. I wouldn’t mind rubbing his body down with oil. Warmth spiraled through her middle. She bit her lip. Keep your mind on business and not on being in a tight spot with a handsome Zeeman.
Vach stuck his clothes in the tote and then sidestepped through the narrow opening. Grunting as he pushed past the bow, he finally got through.
Maya approached the bend and realized it was about breast height on her. No wonder Vach had a problem, with his deep chest and heavily muscled back.
Contemplating the aperture, she stood on tiptoe but couldn’t get high enough. Finally, she squatted down but then found she needed to keep her knees bent out sideways. Oh no, not awkward at all.
She managed a few crab steps before she got stuck. Vach grabbed her arm to pull her the rest of the way through. Her hiking boots slid over the loose gravel, while her thighs took the strain. He helped her to stand, leaving his hands placed on her waist as she leaned against the wall, panting. “I don’t know how we’re going to manage that going back.”
“At least we know it’s there.” His breath puffed against her face. It smelled of mint.
He must have used my toothpaste. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
Moving even closer toward her in the confined space, he whispered in her ear. “I like the smell of your hair.”
His hand slid further under her shirt, gliding over her ribs.
Heat went through her as she rested her hand on his shoulder. “It’s my shampoo.”
“You can borrow it sometime.”
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Becky’s Master is set in Colonial Australia while Mastering Justice is set in Modern Day Sydney.
Note: This book contains explicit sexual description and is suitable for 18+ only.
Becky Gentry is desperate to escape her brutal owner.
She makes a bargain with English buccaneer, Ethan Harvey, to take her to safety on his ship.
It costs him his betrothed and his fortune.
He vows to make Becky pay, but all she has to barter is her body.
What will happen when the sex slave falls in love with her Master?
Will she ever make it back home to England?
Moses Jordan is a part African American, Billionaire Computer Geek. He is also in charge, her Dom.
Imogen Walters is a tall, leggy blonde who practices law. She is his property, his Sub.
They share a fifth floor luxury apartment overlooking Sydney Harbour. She drives a Mercedes, he drives a Ferrari.
She practices law with confidence and is in command, until she steps through the door of their home.
He has vowed to never release her. Does she want to be freed?
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