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Club Desire, Book 4
M/M, Anal Sex, Spanking, Voyeurism, Toys, BDSM
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An actor with a mega-sized ego? Check. The role of a lifetime playing a submissive in a major motion picture? Check. A Dom with unlimited patience? There could be a problem with explosive results.
Dylan Tyler isn’t used to being told no. He’s the hottest actor in Hollywood with a long list of films to his credit. His specialty includes taking risks for his roles and immersing himself in the characters. He’s about to portray a submissive for his latest flick—except he knows nothing about the lifestyle. He’s at Club Desire to learn, but the line between performance art and life is blurring fast.
Ansen Moran knew from the beginning that Dylan wasn’t a typical client, but he’s the only Dom willing to tame the actor’s larger-than-life personality. He’s also not fond of actors. Ansen has his heart guarded from Dylan’s charms, but even the best laid plans blow up when emotions take control.
Dylan’s got one shot to learn from the best. Will he manage to please his Dom and realize the role of his life or lose everything in the process?
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Dylan scrubbed both hands over his face. Fuck. He was so in over his head. He never should’ve accepted the role of Patrick in Drowning. All his dreams of being the dominant were crap, but he didn’t think portraying a submissive was wise, either. He couldn’t spank another human being—not even in fun. Wrapping someone in tape? Not going to happen. Could he handle those activities being done to him? He shuddered. Probably not.
“Dylan?” Master A dipped his head to look Dylan in the eye. His spiky hair glinted in the light. “What are you thinking? I can’t help until I know what’s going on in your mind.”
Dylan sighed. The relationship wouldn’t work with one-sided communication. He’d have to give a little. “I’m scared. Stupid as that sounds, I’m freaking terrified.”
“For one, you ask a thousand questions and I don’t know how to answer all of them. Two, I read something about hard and fast rules. I understand them, but I can’t wrap my head around what I saw. People actually call those activities pleasurable? I don’t get it. Three, I’m supposed to do some of this stuff on camera. I must be out of my God damned mind.”
“You’re an actor. You’re playing the part of someone who has been in that situation. It’s perfectly normal to be scared. I wasn’t perfect at my job for a long time.” Master A smiled. “It takes some getting used to and discovery. You won’t know some of your boundaries until you’ve played awhile.”
That made sense. He wasn’t necessarily jumping headlong into the lifestyle, but researching it. What scared Dylan the most was his growing desire to be in the place of the girl being spanked. He wanted to feel Master A’s hand on his ass and the burn of being hit. He’d always liked handcuffs and losing his sense of sight to a blindfold. Still…he needed a connection with Master A—something besides just a working relationship.
“Will you at least tell me your name?”
Meet Livia the heroine of Dragonfire 4: Covenant.
Livia has loved Byrne from afar for years. She doesn’t want to be forced upon him, but her family and her clan have made it impossible to defy the council’s order. She learns that Byrne is throwing a blowout party to celebrate his last night of freedom. Resenting being a pawn in a game she doesn’t understand, Livia is determined to have the dragon she wants. With seduction in mind and nothing to lose, she’s attends Byrne’s party. Livia has one night to get what she wants, her way.
He walked up to her. “I’m Byrne,” he said, running his hand along her neck. A wave of shivering scales followed his caress. “What’s your name, my dragon beauty?”
His question jerked Livia back to the reality of the situation. Byrne had no idea who she was. She was a stranger, a passing sexual encounter. She pondered telling him the truth, but having him without the mantle of clan or class was too delicious to pass up.
She gave him her nickname. “Via.”
“Pretty name. Your clan?”
She wasn’t about to admit she was a Hazac. Avoiding his question, Livia lowered her head and nuzzled his belly. His hot male scent filled her nostrils and fired her senses. Maybe he didn’t think or believe or want to be her mate, but in her heart Livia knew he was the only dragon for her.
He rubbed the sensitive scales between her ears. “You’re not of the Nordrath clan. You’re so beautiful, and your scent so alluring, I’d remember meeting you.”
Beautiful? Alluring? She must be dreaming.
“Perhaps you’re from one of the Eastern clans?”
Livia had to distract him. She licked his lower belly. His skin was smooth, slightly salty.
He gasped. “Dragon’s teeth!”
She’d never done that before. Intimate acts while in opposite form were usually performed between mates, not with strangers.
“Touch me, Via.”
She wanted to do far more than just touch him. She wanted to lick him from head to toe and curl her long dragon’s tongue around his cock. The urge was so strong, she puffed smoke. What would he do if she broke the dragon social codes? Byrne was soon to be her mate, but he didn’t know it. “Don’t tempt me.”
Byrne rubbed his hand along her neck. “I want to tempt you, Via.”
Livia stepped back and shifted. Her shift wasn’t as quick as Byrne’s change, but the speed with which her body reformed to human surprised her. She stood before him, naked and waiting for his reaction.
His gaze raked over her. “You’re something, Via. You heat my blood.”
Livia’s heart thundered as he walked up to her and cupped her face. His palms were hot.
“I liked the way you touched me, Via.” His voice was husky and heat poured off his skin.
“Do you always live so dangerously?”
“Are you always so cautious?”
Meet Adatha of Dragonfire 5: Caught
Although Adatha is a young woman, she knows what she wants. She believes in true love and for Adatha there is only one dragon, but he has vanished leaving her to pursue her dream of becoming a dragon warrior. Duty is everything until the day comes when Trynt’s quest becomes Adatha’s mission.
His honorable quest has made him a thief. To catch a thief, she must track down the dragon she loves.
“When are you coming back?”
“I can’t return until I have fulfilled the quest.”
“The head’s been missing for two hundred years, and no one has fulfilled the stupid quest!”
He squared his shoulders. “I can’t dishonor my clan. The task is now mine. I must find the dragon’s head.”
She didn’t think about the consequences but reacted to the fire that had been burning in her heart for two long years. Adatha shifted, shrinking in size. Horns, scales, wings and tail disappeared. Cool wind caressed her bare skin and lifted the strands of her long, blonde hair.
Trynt gasped. “Adatha?”
Forgetting her natural state, she ran across the roof to the edge of the statue’s wing and reached out. “Help me up.”
He grasped her hands and lifted her onto the statue’s wing.
“You can’t leave me.”
He hesitated for a heartbeat, then pulled her into his arms. He held her fast and sure, yet his calloused hands were gentle upon her flesh. Trynt buried his face in her neck, and an anguished groan tore from his throat.
“Promise me you’ll come back for me,” she whispered.
Shoulders shaking, he lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “Say goodbye, Adatha, and get on with your life.”
She gripped his shoulders. “I have no life without you.”
“You have your family, your clan and the warriors. You don’t need me.”
She reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair. “I need you.” She pressed her lips to his, willing him to feel her need.
Trynt raised his head. “Don’t tempt me, Adatha. Not today.”
She fisted his hair. “Kiss me. Just once, kiss me before you go.”
Trynt cupped her face and caressed her cheeks with his thumbs. His lips touched hers, softly, then deeply.
She kissed him back, opening her heart. Passion flared, burning red hot. Dragonfire hot. Smoke poured from their nostrils. When the kiss ended, billowing smoke surrounded them.
He ran his thumb over her mouth. “You’re so very beautiful.”
Her breath caught and her heart pounded. “Beautiful? You think I’m beautiful?”
“You take my breath away. I was hoping, once we were both warriors we might, but that’s impossible now.”
Adatha dug her fingers into his shoulder. “Don’t leave. Don’t go on the quest.”
“I have to go. What’s a dragon without honor?”
She saw the set of his jaw and heard the determination in his voice. Nothing she would say or do would stop him. “When are you leaving?”
So soon! The sun had already fallen behind the high peaks. Soon darkness would blanket the mountains. “Grant me one wish before you go?”
“I’d give you the world if I could.”
“One wish, Trynt.”
His gaze searched hers. “Okay.”
“I want you. Give me tonight?”
Meet Velka the heroine of Dragonfire 3: Covert
She’s a trained warrior on a dangerous, but important mission. She has empathy for the teenagers who have been drawn into the Rogues by the promise of gold, but Velka understands her duty. Good dragons are paying for the sins of the Rogues. It’s her mission to bring down the Rogues before more innocent dragons fall victim to the Vigilantes. Being Aric’s prisoner doesn’t stop this determined warrior, but her attraction to this sexy Vigilante is an unexpected hitch.
A sharp pain pulled Velka into consciousness. She was flat on her back on a hard surface and something was digging into her butt check. High above her was a starry sky framed by broken metal and jagged glass.
Where the hell was she? And what was around her neck?
Velka touched the metal collar. Realization arrived with abject fear on its heels.
Control collars were used by police forces to prevent werewolves, felines, and dragons from shifting. She wiggled her fingers and toes, tested her limbs. Everything worked. Velka glanced around, assessing her situation.
She was lying on the floor in the center of a rotunda supported by Greek columns. She must have fallen through the glass roof and shifted the second she landed. The shift would have taken care of any wounds inflicted during the fall.
Her gaze slid past a huge vase of fresh flowers and came to rest on a very good-looking man with sun-streaked hair and brown eyes. Dressed in dark cargo pants, a black t-shirt, and wearing a shoulder holster, he was sitting on a fragile salon chair. With an ankle squared over a knee, he appeared relaxed, but the automatic resting casually against his left thigh said otherwise.
Her gaze flicked back to his lean face. Despite his laid-back posture, Velka saw something in his eyes that told her he’d react with lethal force if she moved.
“Who are you?”
He pulled up the right sleeve of his shirt.
The V tattooed on his upper arm confirmed her worst fears. He was a Vigilante and she was his prisoner.
Meet Karis the heroine of Dragonfire 2: Chosen
Born with a dragon on her hip, Karis Nordrath is the chosen, and because of the mark she’s been guarded all of her life. According to legend, the location of the gold will be revealed when the chosen is bonded with her dragon mate, but the only dragon that stirs Karis’ fire is bodyguard, Rett Aurumon.
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“What’s it like being a dragon warrior?”
“Disciplined. Fire breathing drills, until you’re ready to drop. Flying for hours to build endurance. There were times I thought my wings would fall off. Weapons training. Daily drills using your weapons until it feels so natural you don’t have to think about what to do.”
“Have you been in battle?”
He nodded and stared at his wine glass. His somber expression made her sorry she’d asked. She kissed him on the cheek.
His gaze met hers and she saw a flash of fire in their depths. Her lips burned and the air seemed to sizzle.
“I should go,” he said, setting his wine on the coffee table.
“Stay. I have to know.”
This was the moment. The time to find out if her senses were right and this burning in her blood and the sizzle of desire running through her, unlike anything she ever known before, was dragonfire.
Karis hadn’t experienced dragonfire, the special heat that happened between true mates. In another second, she’d burst into flame.
What if he rejected her?
Now wasn’t the time to doubt, but to act.
She grabbed his tie and pulled him toward her. She pressed her lips to his, then softened the kiss. She moved her lips over his. He responded, his lips firm and demanding, making the kiss lush and hot.
Fire flashed through her, heating flesh and bone.
Her skin tingled and rippled as scales formed, then disappeared. That had never happened before. She’d always been in control of her shifting.
Instead of pushing her away, Rett gathered her close and deepened the kiss. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and the heat was so intense, her lungs burned.
Breathless and wanting to be closer, she crawled onto his lap. The hard ridge of his erection against her thigh told her he wanted her. Heart pounding, Karis shivered in anticipation as she removed his tie.
His breathing deepened and his chest heaved as she unbuttoned his shirt.
“Karis.” He grasped her hand. “This isn’t safe. I’m wearing weapons.”
She touched his chest. His skin was smooth and hot against her palms. “Take them off.”
Her heart thundering, she met his gaze and saw fire in his eyes. Blazing fire.
Exclusive scene that happens between Legally Bound and Breach Of Contract
“Why are we new suit shopping again?” Daniel looked over at his partner, Jesse, who flipped through the racks at his favorite down town department store.
“I need a new suit.” Jesse avoided his eyes as he pulled out a purple button up and held it to his chest. “I like this color.”
“You have loads of purple shirts. You’re in one now.” Daniel fingered a light blue shirt. He needed something new to impress Rafael when they had dinner. He knew his dominant wanted to discuss something big, but he couldn’t even guess what it could be about.
“I do have purple shirts, this is lavender. You are a poor excuse for a gay man if I ever met one.” Jesse handed off the shirt to the woman who’d been hovering since they walked in the door. Daniel assumed Jesse was well known for dropping a lot of money at the store.
“Then what do you call yourself?”
“Epic, that is what I call myself.” Jesse huffed, and walked away to look at ties.
“Epic my ass, nowhere does it say I have to know all that color pallet crap to be gay.” He shoved the shirt under Jesse’s nose. “What do you think about this one?”
“No it doesn’t, but I’m pretty sure it’s in the gay charter that you have to know how to dress yourself, and that is all wrong for you. Look at how the blue washes out your skin tone.”
A smile licked at the corner of his lips as Jesse grabbed the shirt out of his grasp and tossed it aside. He left the table of ties he’d been perusing and grabbed Daniel a green shirt. Before handing it over he paired it with a few geometric ties.
“Much better, now I can focus.” He picked up three ties in quick succession and handed them off to the lady. He took a step towards the tie clips in the glass case but paused and turned back on Daniel. “And so help me god if that comes anywhere near the Calvin Klein black suit you keep pairing everything with, I will disown you.”
Daniel knit his brow, it was his favorite piece in his wardrobe. “I wasn’t going to, but which would you suggest.”
“The new charcoal gray one.” Jesse pointed a finger at him. “Promise me.”
Jesse turned back around and started looking at tie clips inspecting a few before he settled on one. Daniel looked back and watched, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Tell me what this is for.” He hardened his gaze when Jesse looked over his shoulder.
“I told you I need a new suit.” The lie was written on his face.
“Don’t feed me that line, I haven’t seen you like this in a long time.” It all started to click into place. “What are you not telling me? There were those days last week you came in in rumpled suits too like they weren’t perfectly wrapped from your dry cleaner in your closet…Almost like they been in a travel bag…” His mouth dropped open as he trailed off. “What have you done?”
Jesse turned around and dragged a hand over his face. “Don’t do this to me.”
“Are you cheating?”
“I’m offended you’d even think so!” The hurt was apparent in his eyes.
“Jesse.” Daniel set his jaw.
“Cill and I got in a fight it’s not a big deal.” It felt like he was leaving something out. “But the two don’t have anything to do with each other. I have a dinner to go to and I wanted to look nice.”
“A dinner with Cill or someone else?”
Jesse pushed his tongue into the side of his cheek, and he was saved by the sales lady calling him over for his fitting room.
“We aren’t done talking about this,” Daniel called after him.
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Ted shot to his feet and growled. The door opened, and another cop stepped in before he could get a word out. It was Lance McCoy. He had done a search on the guy as soon as Rafael had fingered him.
“Listen, let’s play this straight. There’s no reason for games.” McCoy smoothed his tie as he sat. Nodding at the other two officers, Ted then left the room
“I have nothing to say to you,” the lawyer in Daniel countered.
McCoy scooted his chair closer, leaning his elbows on the table. “You have a clean record. I don’t blame you at all for exploring some kink, but this guy you were picked up with has a record, as you know.” He folded his hands, and the way he was sitting made the large muscles in his arms show through his dress shirt. “This guy is into some bad stuff. I’m sure he’s lied to you about it, but he and I go way back. You shouldn’t have to go down with him. I’m sure we can get you a good deal with nothing on your record if you roll over and give up something to get this guy off the street. Danny…”
Daniel burst out laughing, interrupting him. When he got himself together, he nodded. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be laughing.”
“Are you high, Sir?” McCoy asked.
“No, but I do find this all very funny. Rafael is my boyfriend and my Dominant. We weren’t doing anything illegal.” Daniel glanced at his nails, knowing his chilly attitude was pissing the cop off. “I’m a lawyer, his lawyer. I know my rights.” Suddenly, it all clicked. He had to talk to Jesse while the idea was still fresh in his mind. Where was a pen when he needed one?
“He’s a known prostitute. If you think I’ll believe he’s your boyfriend…” McCoy’s eyes were red.
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