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12th day of Christmas Giveaway Winner

Wednesday, December 27th, 2017

And the final winner from my 12 Days of Christmas Giveaway!

 

Congratulations!

An e-copy of Exchange of Power goes to …

Annette

 

 

 

11th day of Christmas Giveaway Winner

Tuesday, December 26th, 2017

There’s still two winners to be announced from my 12 Days of Christmas Giveaway!

 

Congratulations to the winner of the 11th Day of Christmas Giveaway!

An e-copy of Blind Taste Test goes to …

Patricia

 

Final winner will be announced on December 27th.

 

 

It’s the 12th Day of Christmas Giveaway!

Sunday, December 24th, 2017

It’s the last day in my 12 Days of Christmas Giveaway.

I had a plan for the month of December!

Christmas Music Videos!

But I didn’t share just holiday music. I also gave away one of my ebooks for each of the 12 even days of the month.

And now it’s time for the final video and the final giveaway!

 

Congratulations to the winner of the 10th Day of Christmas Giveaway!

And e-copy of The Perfect Moment goes to …

Mayor

 

Todays’s music video is…

We Wish You a Merry Christmas

The final E-book I’m giving away a copy of Exchange of Power.

Exchange of Power

 

Excerpt:

“Hello, Deacon.”

“Lynette.” Deacon refused to address her as Mistress, a sign of formal respect in the club.

Her Domme side surprised the hell out of her as it flared up. Not with anger at the disrespect, but with arousal thinking about punishing him for the slight. Only she knew he would never disrespect her. Push her buttons? Sure. Flirt with her? Every chance he got.

“Justin and I are just finishing up.”

“I was wondering if you need any assistance. With your sub, or to—complete—your scene?”

Justin mumbled something incoherent, dragging her attention back to him.

She rubbed his back. Deacon wasn’t the first to offer assistance, but it was the first time he had specifically asked. “The plans for my scene are none of your concern.”

She’d heard the rumors about her. Many a Dom thought because of her size she couldn’t handle the men she conducted a scene with. Others thought she might need assistance from a third party to bring the scene to an orgasmic ending for all. People had many theories about why she never let her subs pleasure her.

“I was referring to completing your sub’s aftercare,” Deacon clarified with an amused twitch of his lips.

A flush of heat raced up her face, but thankfully, the darkened room hid her embarrassment. The man had the most beautiful mouth. Full lips. Were they firm? Or gentle? She suspected that given the chance, he’d put them to good use.

“If you’d like, I can arrange for him to receive the care he needs and ensure he gets home without any difficulty. With Mistress Mary leavening so abruptly this evening, I wasn’t sure if she’d provided care instructions or not.”

“Thank you for the offer, but Mary left very explicit instructions for Justin’s aftercare.” She darted a quick glance at Justin. “He’ll be fine in about twenty minutes.” Anything more than the gentle back rubbing she’d been doing would touch on his hard limits. Which seemed strange for a man who insisted on plenty of contact during the scene. But to each his own.

She tried but couldn’t pull her gaze away from the hard look of intensity in Deacon’s eyes. She got the impression he had something on his mind. Something hot and dirty. Something wicked and fun. Looks like that, from him, or from Blake, screwed with her mind. They planted fantasies into her psyche. Fantasies of what a relationship could potentially offer.

She finally averted her eyes. She could not afford to let her guard down around this man. If she gave into her own whims, her own wishful thinking, even the slightest bit, she’d be lost forever. A man like Deacon Trisk could make her lose the sense of self-control she coveted so tightly.

Lynette puffed up her chest and sucked in a breath, drawing his eyes down to where her breasts spilled over the top of her black bustier. She cocked an eyebrow, rolled her eyes, and shook her head. “And it’s Mistress to you.”

Deacon chuckled and gave her another scorching look.

A hungry look.

A promising look.

“How come you never address me with the respect I deserve?” She needed to return her focus to Justin but found herself curious about the answer. Everyone else at the club, the owners included, used recognized protocol. Deacon never did, at least not with her. Not once since the night she’d met him.

His eyes danced in delight and his lips curled in amusement. “Because you’re not my Mistress.”

 

 

 

Leave a comment below for an opportunity to win the e-book Exchange of Power.

No question today, just leave a comment. 

I would just like to wish all you a very very Merry Christmas and thank you for hanging out with me this month! 

Post will remain open for comments for three days.

Winner will be announced on December 27th.

 

The 11th Day of Christmas Giveaway!

Friday, December 22nd, 2017

 

I’m having a 12 Days of Christmas Giveaway.

I have a plan for December!

Christmas Music Videos!

No, that’s not my plan, though I am going to share some of my favorite holiday music with you.

The plan is to give away one of my ebooks for 12 days this December.

The catch is that it’s only on the even days.

 

Rules

Beginning, on December 2nd and ending on December 24th.

Winners will be selected randomly from whoever leaves a comment.

Each day’s giveaway will be left open for 3 full days.  All posts go up at 6 am EST.

Leave a comment if you’re interested in winning that day’s ebook.  No exchanges.

The final winner (for the December 24th giveaway) will be announced on December 26th.

 

Congratulations to the winner of the 9th Day of Christmas Giveaway!

An e-copy of Who’s the Boss goes to …

Carolyn

 

Todays’s music video is my one of my very favorite holiday movies and song…

White Christmas

 

The E-book I’m giving away today is…

Blind Taste Test

Excerpt: 

 

Behind her, the lock disengaged. The unmistakable drag of the heavy door scraping across the Berber carpet reached her ears. She held her breath for a moment and then exhaled slowly.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

She clutched her hands tightly together, certain if she could see, her knuckles would be stark white. Perspiration trickled a path down between her breasts. The blindfold she’d fit securely around her head offered no light.

No thin wedge or glimpse of her surroundings.

His wordless entry gave no hint about the man standing inside the door, looking at her. Panic surged through her. Her heart pounded, and she found her mouth suddenly dry as toast. Sweet Jesus, what was she doing?

She raised her hands, prepared to rip the blindfold off, apologize profusely for wasting the poor man’s time, and flee before she made a complete fool of herself. Who would want an older woman like her? Of course, he’d think she was crazy to boot, running away like a scared little girl.

Her ex-husband’s malicious words echoed within her head. “You have nothing any man would want. Only a desperate man would even consider taking you out for dinner, never mind actually fucking you.” Her ex had stripped away every ounce of her confidence with those nasty words. In the end, divorce had been a relief and selling her house a decent price for freedom.

That memory brought every thought of escape to a crashing halt. Her panic subsided, her heart slowed to a less erratic beat. Her skin cooled and dried. She could do this. She would do this.

She lowered her hands back to her lap. The blindfold remained in place. She had no clue as to what the night held in store for her. Hopefully she’d be left with her curiosity satisfied, some fabulous ideas for her next book, and perhaps even with her body satiated, but the evening was no longer in her control.

Her date had arrived.

The muted sound of footfalls reached her ears. She tilted her head and strained to hear—anything. Something seemed odd—even amongst the oddities of the night—but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

She’d considered kneeling since tonight was all about the fantasy of submitting to a stranger—for research purposes of course. But that didn’t seem proper while wearing a dress and heels. Plus, she’d have a hell of a time standing without help in the ridiculous things. Instead, she’d chosen to position the small bench from the base of the bed in the middle of the floor and sat on it, her ass sinking into the cool, dark leather under her weight. Thankfully, she’d skipped dessert. She was nervous enough. No need to add a sugar high.

At the last minute, she’d swung her legs around so her back faced the door. Not that it made a difference. She couldn’t see a damn thing through the black silk band covering her eyes.

She heard the rustle of clothing as her companion for the night prowled toward her. He stopped right behind her. Deep exhalations filled the silence. She realized that sitting put her at a slight disadvantage. She straightened her spine and lifted her chin.

She drew in a fresh round of oxygen and was assaulted with two distinctly different scents. Tilting her head, she tried to differentiate them. One light and spicy, the other much sharper, slightly overpowering, and reminiscent of a familiar sport deodorant. It was strong, but strangely alluring. Why would he wear two such noticeable fragrances?

The heat he generated warmed the skin at the center of her back. His heavy breathing drifted down to flutter over her hair. He reached out and trailed his fingers through the length of her locks where he toyed with the ends, sending a slight shiver through her. He hadn’t even touched her yet, and already her body strained for it. Beneath the sheath of her dress, her nipples pebbled into hard beads, and she had the sudden urge to rub her thighs together.

She experienced another flutter of panic. She was in a room with a strange man, whom she couldn’t see, and her immediate reaction to him confused and embarrassed her. She’d never responded to her ex in such a way.

She swallowed down her fear, though it was more a huge gulp. She needed to trust Maggie. The woman’s livelihood revolved around fixing people up. Laughter bubbled in her chest, and she bit her tongue to contain the giggle ready to erupt. Talk about going to extreme lengths to walk in someone else’s shoes. This little scenario was so far out of her norm she could have been on another planet.

She forced a calming breath in through her nose, and then out through her mouth. Then one more. And another. All the while, she sensed him watching her.

She could still back out, but then she’d have to listen to Maggie go on and on about her lack of adventure and her lack of a sex life. Regardless of her innate instinct to put a stop to this whole idiotic idea, she needed to go through with this silly plan—if for no other reason than to shut her friend up.

And maybe lay to rest the accusations spewed by her ex.

Well, and to finally have a great orgasm.

She hoped.

Hell, she’d settle for mediocre. Surely, he could do that. Because Maggie was right about one thing, she had no sex life.

She relaxed her fingers. Time for her research to begin.

 

 

Leave a comment below for an opportunity to win the e-book Blind Taste Test.

Today’s question: What do YOU want for Christmas this year? 

Post will remain open for comments for three days.

Winner will be announced on December 26th.

 

 

 

The 10th Day of Christmas Giveaway!

Wednesday, December 20th, 2017

 

I’m having a 12 Days of Christmas Giveaway.

I have a plan for December!

Christmas Music Videos!

No, that’s not my plan, though I am going to share some of my favorite holiday music with you.

The plan is to give away one of my ebooks for 12 days this December.

The catch is that it’s only on the even days.

 

Rules

Beginning, on December 2nd and ending on December 24th.

Winners will be selected randomly from whoever leaves a comment.

Each day’s giveaway will be left open for 3 full days.  All posts go up at 6 am EST.

Leave a comment if you’re interested in winning that day’s ebook.  No exchanges.

The final winner (for the December 24th giveaway) will be announced on December 27th.

 

Congratulations to the winner of the 8th Day of Christmas Giveaway!

An e-copy of Forever Starts Today goes to …

Jessica

 

Todays’s music video is…

Chestnuts Roasting On an Open Fire

 

The E-book I’m giving away today is…

The Perfect Moment

Excerpt: 

 

God, she looked beautiful. Truly an angel resting at his feet.

When she opened her mouth wide and took him inside, Connor gripped the counter on either side of his body. She swirled the flat of her tongue over him, dipping to rub back and forth under the crest of his dick. He hissed a breath between his teeth. So warm. So soft and delicate. So incredibly sexy.

Such a fucking turn on.

She removed one hand and stroked the other one lower, following with her mouth, taking him inch by inch, her lips stretching wide around him. She came up and bobbed back down, her hand meeting her mouth each time.

Her other hand wasn’t idle. She cupped his balls, gathered them into her palm, warming them, massaging them. Just gentle movement. Light enough to drive him crazy. Firm enough to lock his knees in place.

Connor focused on the top of her head, targeting in on the varying shades of blond as her head moved up and down and dipped and twisted in her seductive maneuvers.

Then she released him. Immediately, he felt the loss as cooler air swept over his slickened flesh.

She tilted her head, angling to lick a sensual path up his shaft. The process slow, a little rough, but utterly erotic—especially when she opened her eyes to catch him watching her. She sat back on her heels, her swollen lips red and pursed, and used her hand to pump up and down, her grip firm. Just how he liked it.

“Feel good?”

He growled. “You know it does. But, baby, you don’t need to—”

“Mmm. Tastes good too. I wonder how fast I can make you come.”

Any further argument died on his lips. Maybe if they took it slow. “At the speed you’re going, I can probably last a while.”

She returned her attention to her task, swirling her tongue around his length, moving up one side, lightly grazing her teeth along the skin, giving the head some suction before teasing the tiny slit, and then working her way down the other side.

And maybe not. “Then again, if you’d care to increase the pace, and perhaps the pressure of that hot little mouth of yours, I’m sure I can accommodate your wish.”

She smirked, or rather, he guessed she tried to, but it was kind of difficult with her mouth full.

Connor slid his fingers into her soft tresses, gripped the sides of her head, and took control. “Put your hands on my thighs, honey.”

She did, the tips of her finger nails curling into his skin like a cat trying to find purchase.

He groaned at the bite of pain. Using just his firm hold, Connor rocked his hips forward, pushing his cock past her lips and to the back of her tongue. He withdrew before her gag reflex could kick in and then thrust forward again. Drops of saliva pooled at the corners of her mouth as he tunneled in and out, his speed increasing progressively, his breath coming in harsh pants, sweat popping out on his forehead.

“God, that feels like heaven, Angela. I wish you were naked so I could watch you play with yourself.”

Balancing herself with one palm on his leg, she grunted and shoved her hand down the front of her dark grey leggings.

 

 

Leave a comment below for an opportunity to win the e-book The Perfect Moment.

Today’s question: Do you get lots of snow where you live? Do you like snow? 

Post will remain open for comments for three days.

Winner will be announced on December 24th.