The Viking’s Conquest

The Viking’s Conquest

By Felicity Brandon.



Kidnapped, captured, and captivated, but who is conquering who?

Publisher’s Blurb:

When she is left all but alone to defend her family’s castle against an army of battle-hardened Viking raiders, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose fights valiantly but is soon overcome. After her capture by the tall, handsome leader of the Northmen, Prince Anders, she is carried away along with the rest of the spoils of conquest.

Anders makes it clear to the princess that she is now his property, to do with as he likes, and he takes pleasure in stripping her bare and putting her on display. When she defies her new master, Aurelie quickly discovers that Anders will not hesitate to spank her soundly, but to her shame the painful, humiliating punishment leaves her deeply aroused.

Bound and helpless yet burning with desire, the princess finds herself longing for the bold, dominant warrior to take her hard and thoroughly, and when she surrenders to his mastery of her body the pleasure is more intense than she would have ever thought possible. Aurelie’s submission to Anders grows more complete with each passing day, but when her brothers arrive with an army to seek vengeance against their old enemy she must make a fateful choice. Will she remain loyal to her family and her people, or come to the aid of her Viking prince?

Publisher’s Note: The Viking’s Conquest includes spankings, sexual scenes and sexual humiliation, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Author’s Synopsis:

War has come to Donrose, and with her men away, Princess Aurelie is left to defend her castle from the impending northern invasion. Vastly outnumbered and overpowered, brave Aurelie is soon captured and finds herself the new prize of Anders, Prince of the Vikings. Uncertain of her captor, and frustrated by her imprisonment, Aurelie is confused by her burgeoning desires for the towering Anders, but when he puts the maiden over his knee to punish her, her thirst for him threatens to spill over… How can a lady of such high position entertain the idea of a spanking, yet alone be excited by it? Bound, used and displayed, Aurelie’s journey of self-discovery begins as she learns her surrender delivers not only humiliation but also great arousal and pleasure. With her yearning fit to burst, she yields to her new master, utterly compelled by his dominant affections. But then, all at once – everything changes… And now Aurelie of Donrose must make the ultimate choice and one that she never thought possible. With Anders’ life hanging in the balance, will she choose her family’s lands or her new found love?

Excerpt 1: first meeting (tame content):

“Now we are alone—finally.” Those eyes drill into me again. “Tell me, my lady, who are you really?”

I flex my fingers in front of me and move my head, boldly meeting his gaze. “I am Aurelie of Donrose, the king’s only daughter and certainly not your lady.”

That wry smile cuts across his features again. “I thought you may say that, and yet you find yourself here, tied up on my floor and so, I rather think that you are mine?”

“I know not who you are,” I say in the most derisory way I can muster, “and yet I promise you that I belong to no man of the north!”

He exhales, shifting his weight in the chair to lean against his right elbow. His big blue eyes never leave me, eying me with an intensity I have never felt before.

I push myself upright—not as easy as you’d think without the proper use of your hands. Sudden pain ricochets down my left side and I squeeze my eyes shut. The sound of his movement makes them fly open again and I recoil as I see how close he now is to my seated position.

“You’re in pain, my lady?”

There’s genuine concern etched across his face and for the first time I acknowledge just what a handsome face it is. His hair is the colour of dark sand, but lighter than any I’d find on a shore of Donrose. His skin is paler than my own and that of my kin and yet I can see the years of experience worn into his forehead and those high cheekbones. His chin is covered in long, dark blond hair, and then there are those eyes… They are the colour of the deepest oceans I have read fables about, and they swim with dark intensity.

I take a deep breath, aware suddenly that I have been gaping at him this whole time. “I was hurt in battle,” I whisper, barely able to sustain eye contact with him.

He nods, rising from his crouched position and extends a muscular arm down toward me. Slowly and tentatively I meet his hand, making skin contact with him with my bound wrists. As the back of my hand brushes against him, we make eye contact again and an inexplicable shiver rushes down my spine.

“Let my servants attend to your injuries…”

I’m not sure if this is a question or a command, but his tone is almost hypnotic, trying to quash my defiance and make me compliant. I stand up next to him, fighting the urge to choose an easy life and allow his devilish façade to overawe me. It would, I realise, be all too easy to just stop fighting and consent for him to take care of me.




Excerpt 2: spanking 

“Drop the fruit. I want to hear your voice whilst you’re spanked.”

In a moment of uncharacteristic obedience, I widen my mouth a fraction and release the soft flesh of the fruit. I watch as it falls the short distance to the floor underneath me, along with a humiliating quantity of my drool. Relief washes over my jaw as it can now finally relax, although I wonder what Anders will have in mind for me next.

“Good,” he says from over me. “Now tell me, do you know why you are to be spanked?”

I flinch as he vocalises my predicament, as though hearing it out loud somehow reaffirms the sheer ignominy of it.

“I…” I pause, trying to make myself say the words. “I am to be spanked because I spilled your drinks, my Lofðungr,” I say eventually.

“True,” Anders replies, slapping the cheeks of my behind. The impact is not hard but is just enough to wake the flesh around the area, summoning the blood there and sending the message to me: this is mine. “And why did you spill the drinks, Aurelie? What function were you serving?”

I cringe inwardly, knowing he intends to revel fully in my disgrace. “I was your table,” I say in the smallest voice possible.

“My what?” he asks, raising his voice. “I have never known the lady be so coy before this moment!”

“Your table, my Lofðungr,” I reply, pushing back the humiliated emotion that threatens to surface.

“Yes!” he cries, finally satisfied with my answer. “A table for holding my refreshments. You had one purpose only: to hold the tray of drinks and Aurelie, you failed, my sweeting. You failed in the most spectacular fashion!”

The old indignation rises in me. “I am no table!” I spit, my voice now full of venom.

He lands a hard smack against my upturned cheeks, the sound swilling around my head before the sting of the impact even registers.

“You are mine!” he says evenly. “Mine to do whatever I please with. The sooner you come to learn this, the easier your new life will be, my lady.”

He smacks me again; not full-throttle this time, but I know he means it. I take a sharp intake of breath at the impact, willing the pain to be done so that I may experience a little of that odd arousal the previous spanking had produced. A further three smacks ensue. The loud sound of his palm connecting with my flesh echoes through the confines of his quarters. I lie here over his knee, forced to accept this new dynamic: Anders, the foreign invader, now apparently the master of me. A man who can chain me up, and use me as furniture at his will.

I push against the pain as he spanks me again. The sheer force of my own obstinate pride somehow makes the process easier, although there’s no denying it does hurt. My behind feels red and inflamed already and I have no idea how long Anders intends to keep me here.

“Are you beginning to understand?” His voice booms from someplace over my head. It sounds oddly distant to my ears.

“Yes, my Lofðungr,” I say through gritted teeth as yet another smack lands across both cheeks, but even as I speak I know I do not mean it.

“Tell me then. Let me hear your learning, Aurelie. What are you?”

He pauses the spanking, perhaps to allow me to speak and I take a deep breath. Can I really say these things just to appease him? I consider my position: naked, chained, and over his lap. What choice do I have?

“I am yours, my Lofðungr,” I say, trying to detach myself from the words.

“My what?” he says, stroking the hot area he has punished.

I bite hard on my lip again, despising him for reducing me to this. “Your property!” I spit the last word out as though it threatens to choke me if I keep it inside.

“Hmm,” says Anders and I swear I can hear him smiling. “Better—but I do not believe that you mean it. Not yet anyway…”

He draws my body back a few inches from the hips, so that my aching core rises from his hard body and I am effectively bent over him from the waist.

“Spread your legs,” he says softly.

With extreme reluctance, I move myself into this new, even more, humiliating pose. My breasts, previously crushed under my weight, are now freed and swing softly beneath me. My face is also now less concealed and I unwittingly catch his smiling gaze in my peripheral vision. I look away at once, but not before he has noticed my error. Leaning forward, he wraps my unruly hair toward my right shoulder, exposing my face, now burning with the shame and excitement I am feeling.

“Look at me,” he commands sensually.

Slowly I turn my head ever so slightly to the left and look unwillingly into those smirking blue eyes.

“I have a feeling about you, Aurelie. Shall I share it with you?” he asks casually.

I stare at him, unwilling to answer and play his game. I can feel the old defiance rising to the surface for just the briefest moment. When I say nothing, he spanks my behind again. It feels harder from this position somehow. The sound is different and the sting feels crueller. My previously fleshy bottom is now stretched into a new stance and unbelievably I think I miss the reassurance of his body heat. I am even more exposed this way.

“Answer me!” he snaps, his hand connecting with my skin again.

“Please share it, my Lofðungr,” I reply, my voice breaking ever so slightly as the fresh pain registers.

There is a pause and I fear that he will choose to just continue spanking me like this, and then finally, he speaks again:

“I have a feeling that you actually like being treated this way, my lady.”

I look at him, my eyes no doubt sharing the indignation, resentment, and disbelief I am feeling as I register his words. How in Donrose can he know this about me? These are feelings that I myself had never known until this day!

“You’re wrong,” I splutter, but we both know I don’t mean it.

“Really?” he asks, spanking me again. I squeeze my eyes shut at the new impact, before opening them again. Anders has moved in even closer to my body in the interim. I notice for this first time that he too appears to be a little out of breath, and I wonder if this is exciting him as well. “So you don’t want me to touch your body then, Aurelie?”

His hand moves to within an inch of my left breast as he speaks. Sensing his approach, my already hard buds contract even further, betraying my need.

“No,” I say, continuing the reassuring pretence that I do in fact not want him anywhere near me.

Ignoring me, his hand finally reaches my breast, cupping it gently at first, before moving his fingers south to the nipple. I gasp as he circles it and then grabs the end, tugging at it hard. Despite my veil of disgust, his touch feels astonishingly good, goading my body. My head falls forward, no longer able to contain the desire I feel. Wordlessly he moves closer, reaching for the right breast and repeating his treatment of the left. Both nipples tighten in excitement, silently begging him for more.

A soft moan leaves my lips before I can contain myself. He laughs at the sound and I mean to chastise myself, but already my whole entity is fixed on where his hands will explore next. The left hand that had so ruthlessly, yet beautifully, tormented my breasts, runs a line down my midriff, over my tense belly to the hot, damp patch of hair between my thighs. I take short, shallow breaths, my hands planted firmly on the wooden chest beneath us, as my mind races at the sensations he creates. Anticipation about what he will choose to do next courses through me. I gasp aloud, wondering how I can possibly permit these actions to continue. At the same time his other hand spanks me hard again, sending my body into a trembling mess. The reverberations travel through my growing wetness, to where his left-hand waits. Slowly he presses his palm against my skin, pushing through the soft hair, into the moist folds trembling below.

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Other Side Of Rainbow


Joye England, AKA Rainbow, is one of the best Heels for Hire, Inc. has. She’s smart, steady, and in the instance of her newest case, she has just the right assets to help her solve the case. She’s not excited to be posing as an employee at a strip club, but at least she’s not actually stripping, and her bosses are total eye candy, so there’s that.

Gentry and Leo own Wet Dreams, an upscale strip club that caters to the social elite. However, they have an issue. Two of their dancers have gone missing, and the police suggest working with a PI service. That in itself is annoying, but then they see their newest ‘employee’, and suddenly they have a couple more problems. Bigger and harder problems, all having to do with the curvy, rainbow haired, sassy, bratty, firecracker that both men agree would look amazing with pink handprints decorating her perfect backside.

None of them want anything to do with a relationship, but they are all sane, consenting adults, and there’s no harm in a little play…

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DOM (Galactic Cage Fighters book 11)




DOM (Galactic Cage Fighters book 11) by KD Jones
He’s an alien and ex-fighter from the streets turned businessman. She’s a human computer genius with a taste for the wild side.
What happens when a strong, domineering man meets his match? Fireworks like nothing the galaxy has ever seen!
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The Doctor’s Daughter


“I’m so excited to have Patricia Green here today with her brand new story! Its one hot little read.


Verity tends to tell tall tales, despite her name. Everyone knows she’s prone to exaggeration, and no one seems to mind. No one except the mysterious man who winds up wounded and in need of a doctor’s care.

The newly dubbed “Mr. Smith” has lost his memory and is of no help in filling in the blanks about his real name or his past that yawn like a bottomless canyon. While he waits for anything that sounds familiar or sparks a memory, he finds Verity’s family to be gracious and supportive. He also finds that he’s more than willing to administer a spanking when Verity tells one of her outrageous stories or makes mischief.

The hot sex between them heats up their time together, but can Verity accept that she’s in love with a possible married man, a possible outlaw, a possible reprobate? The truth will emerge, but the doctor’s daughter might be the last one to find out.

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and explicitly described sexual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

Excerpt (346 words):


“Of course.” She poured a half-glass of water from a pitcher, and cradled his head so he could take a few sips. “Is that better?”

He swallowed, feeling his throat burn and then get better as the cooling liquid trickled down. “Better.”

“Good.” She put the glass aside. “Oh, Mr. Smith, you had us so worried.”

“How long have I been here?”

“Three days and nights. Today is Wednesday.”

So, whatever had happened to him, had happened on Sunday. He closed his eyes tightly, hoping to remember, but nothing came. “Where am I?”

“Why, you’re at the home of Dr. Denby Bucknell, my father, in the town of Virtue, located in the Arizona Territory.”

“Nice meeting you, Miss Bucknell,” he said, trying to smile. The expression made his head ache worse, so it was quickly extinguished.

“And you, Mr. Smith.” She sat back down in the chair, pulling it closer to his bedside.”‘Mr. Smith’ is what we’ve been calling you because we don’t know your real name. What is your proper name?”

“I…I am…” He closed his eyes again, trying to wrest the information from his aching brain. Nothing came except a faint tingling. The memory was so close, so very close, and yet it escaped him. “I’m sorry, Miss, but I don’t know.”

Miss Bucknell offered her small hand. “Then we shall continue to call you Mr. Smith. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, although I’m afraid it isn’t under the best of circumstances.”

He shook her hand and wondered at the weakness he felt all over. Her hand was soft and smooth, tiny, like the rest of her, though she had some pretty pleasant curves under her apron.

“Why am I here?”

“You don’t remember what happened to you?”

He shook his head and then winced at the pain.

“Puzzling. Well, two of our townsmen found you south of town. It looked like you’d been waylaid by robbers. You had nothing. No identification, no personal items. You were…” She blushed. “Unclothed.”

Naked and penniless. No way to know who he really was.

Excerpt (448 words): R-rated

He was naked except for one gray sock on his right foot and a red bandana precariously spread over his private parts. She felt her face flame. Verity didn’t know his name or where he came from, but with her father away almost all the way to Prescott, she had little choice but to treat the stranger. She was pretty much the “doctor on call” even though she had never finished medical school. But this was beyond anything she’d done as her father’s assistant. He usually shielded her from such displays.

Mark Milner, the town livery owner, hauled the man’s legs, while Jeb Hays, the farrier, carried the fellow’s arms. The bandana breezed off and Verity had to tell herself not to panic. She’d seen

baby boys; she knew what their parts looked like. A grown man was more than a sight to behold, however, a sight for which she was unprepared.

“Close your eyes, Miss Verity,” Mr. Milner said sharply.

“Nonsense.” Her voice quaked—not the certain and commanding tone she hoped for. And her gaze couldn’t move from it. Her face was hot, and the rest of her tingled.

“It ain’t right, seeing as you’re an unmarried female,” Mr. Hays said firmly as he helped put the man up on the exam table. After the stranger was settled there, Hays took the hat off his own head and put it over the man’s privates. “That’ll have ter do, I guess.”

The man was breathing, but blood congealed at the corner of his mouth, a shiner practically covered the upper right quarter of his face, and his chin wore a few nasty looking scrapes. His left thigh was swollen and bruised and a horse shoe print shone livid as a calf’s liver on the leg. He was a young man, possibly only a few years older than she, maybe thirty, with short brown hair with lighter streaks. As she checked his pupils, finding unfocused piercing blue eyes, she responded to the older man’s comment. “It’s not as if I haven’t seen naked men before, Mr. Hays.”

“You have?” Milner asked. “I can’t hardly believe it.”

“I don’t believe it,” Mr. Hays stated without hesitation.

Verity hesitated. “Well…”

Hays poked Milner in the ribs with a pointed elbow. “See? It’s a tall tale, just like always.”

Sighing, Verity leaned down to put her ear to the unconscious fellow’s chest—her father had taken their only stethoscope with him out of town. “Well, I’ve seen naked men in books—anatomy books.”

“Tain’t the same,” Mr. Milner pronounced. “You need to mend your lyin’ ways, Miss Verity. Your pa will take a switch to you, and I wouldn’t blame him.”

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Excerpt Reveal – Lucky Chase by Milly Taiden

Coming November 4th

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Event planner for the rich and famous, Lucky Nuñez lives her dream job. But when it comes to love, she’s scraping the bottom of the barrel. She’s dying to have babies, but it seems that’s never going to happen. A chance encounter leads her into the arms of Jared Thomas. He’s a bad boy to the bone. Sexy, seductive, and so domineering, he makes her toes curl. And he’s got dirty talk down to an art form.

Jared Thomas is a ladies’ man, but when he meets sexy Lucky, he knows she’s worthy of more than just play time. Never has he wanted to keep a woman like he does her. He will make her his wife and mother of his children. There’s only one problem: his past is trying to kill his future.

They have more than communication problems playing havoc with their relationship. With trust issues the size of Texas, these two need to open up to each other. That’s if they can stay alive long enough to try.
Luciana Nuñez whipped her head toward the familiar voices of Alexandra, or Alex, as family knew her and Sabrina, also known as Nina. She smiled wide when she spotted the two women past the mass of travelers by the luggage pickup, heading in her direction.
She rushed forward and enveloped both in a group hug. “I missed you so much!”
“We missed you, too, prima!” Alex’s soft voice whispered in her ear.
She pulled back. Both women wore fun, colorful outfits and sandals. Like her, they were on the curvaceous side, voluptuous, with full bodies as her mom liked to say. All three also had long dark hair and the cinnamon-toned skin that came from their Latin heritage. Only Lucky had the blue-black hair with skin just a tad more golden than the others. She was also a few years younger than Alex and older than Nina. It made her the center in their chocolate cookie sandwich.
Fascinated with how dazzling both women looked, she gaped openly at them. If they radiated any more happiness, she’d need sunglasses. Alex glowed with her pregnancy. Meanwhile, Nina’s eyes danced, filled with joy. Her heart ached that she’d been missing out on the comings and goings of her best friends.
Seeing Alex pregnant made her want to cry from happiness. Like her, Alex had always wanted children, so this was a dream come true for her cousin. Lucky knew without a man, her chances of getting those babies she’d wanted for years had diminished. She wasn’t at the point she needed to go get a frozen pop, also known as getting artificially inseminated, but she was definitely considering it.
Having children was important to her. She and her sister came from a big family. They loved kids. Lucky’s ovaries were screaming at her on a daily basis to get to work, while her biological clock had started hitting her so hard over the head she was going to get a concussion soon. She smiled wide at both of her best friends. “You look about ready to burst with joy—especially you, Alex.”
Nina laughed. “Not so much what we’re doing, but what is being done to us.” She winked. “Tu sabes.”
Yeah, she knew, all right. Those sparkling dark eyes of theirs told enough of the story for her not to wonder. And if what she’d heard about Alex’s husband and Nina’s fiancé were true, they were both getting done quite well.
Sadly, Lucky had been very unlucky in that side of her life. Her last relationship had gone down the drain when she’d mentioned family and babies to her ex. Her chest hurt whenever she remembered the way things had ended. Shit had hit the fan in the worst possible moment. Shaking her mind out of the pity party it tended to head to, she smiled at the women.
“Come on, chicas. Let’s get out of here so you can both fill me in on the wedding and what I’m supposed to do to make sure it goes off without a hitch.” She tugged on the plastic handle of her suitcase and headed for the exit, zigzagging her way around the bodies rushing to enter the terminal.
Sweat formed and dripped down her spine the moment they hit the outdoors. Having come from Florida and the warm beach weather, it was odd to have a higher temperature meet her in New York.
Nina winced. “I know. This weather sucks.” She slipped on her sunglasses. “I should have just picked a date in the winter to get married, but I really didn’t want to wait that long.”
Alex rolled her eyes and pointed to her protruding baby bump covered by her purple tank top. “You should have. I would have loved to fit into a regular dress instead of a muumuu.”
“Honey, you’re going to look gorgeous in your dress.” Nina grinned.
“Gorgeous?” Alex lifted her brows high, disbelief written all over her flushed face. “I’ll look like the sun—one big yellow sphere.”
Lucky choked on a giggle. “Alex!”
“It’s true.” She pouted. “I don’t care what you say. I look terrible in all that yellow. Big and yellow. Lovely combination.”
“It’s gold, Alex.” Nina’s voice sounded tired.
As if they’d had that conversation multiple times.
“Gold, yellow, does it matter?” Alex frowned as she pulled a bottle of water from her handbag and sipped.
“But, Alex, you can—”
“Stop telling me I can wear it again.” She groaned. “I don’t think I want to look like the sun in the future.”
Lucky grinned. It was nice to be back with family. She was already enjoying the silly banter between her cousins. They made their way to Nina’s navy-blue sedan. She followed behind Nina and Alex. “So, when do I get to meet the groom?”
Seat Belts snapped into place as Nina started the car. “Tomorrow night. We’re having a private party at Come Again. You already met Andrew at Alex’s wedding. This time you’ll meet my honey, Maxwell, and his best friend, JT—who’s also his best man.”
The car took off suddenly, causing Lucky to jerk in her seat. She bit back the usual “slow-down” retort she used on her sister. It wasn’t that Nina was a bad driver. Lucky just didn’t like speed. Or cars.
“Tonight is just us girls.” Nina cheered.
“Ugh…I hate to be the party pooper here, but I am just not up for late nights anymore,” Alex whined. She lifted her long hair into a bun and used a clip to hold it in place.
“Aw. Poor baby,” Nina cooed. “Don’t worry, hon. You are excused and may go home to rest those swollen little feet.”
Lucky sat back and retrieved a notebook. Time to take down notes on her plans for the wedding.
“Oh, Luckyyy.”
She met Nina’s smiling gaze in the rearview mirror.
“Tonight is going to be a super special surprise. I’m taking you somewhere awesome.”
“A club?” She wasn’t sure she was up to the clubbing scene just yet.
“Nope. A private event. And that’s all I’m going to tell you.”
Lucky opened her mouth to ask further questions, but Alex cut her off. “Don’t even bother asking anything, chica. She’s already said it’s a surprise. She’s obsessed with those things.”
“Hey! I will have you know, you all love my surprises.” She clicked on the radio. The sounds of their favorite ’80s salsa songs filled the car and they all sang along, completely out of tune. She amended her previous thought. It wasn’t just nice to be back with her family, it was awesome.
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New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Milly Taiden (AKA April Angel) loves to write sexy stories. How sexy? So sexy they will surely make your ereader sizzle. Usually paranormal or contemporary, her stories are a great quick way to satisfy your craving for fun heroines with curves and sexy alphas with fur.
Milly lives in New York City with her hubby, their boy child and their little dog “Needy Speedy”. She’s aware she’s bossy, is addicted to shoe shopping, chocolate (but who isn’t, right?) and Dunkin’ Donuts coffee.
She loves to meet new readers!

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Amber (Eminence Shifters 7)


Amber is book seven in the Eminence Shifter series even though you can read them as stand alone’s I do suggest reading them in order so you can get the full amazing effect of the storylines and the characters that Miss Malkin has so finely created for us.

I cannot believe we are on book seven already I am in utter awe of this author’s talent not only does she write books to make you crave for more she writes them so they deeply touch your heart and soul.

Mason Reeder, is a coyote shifter he hail’s from Nevada, but he meets his mate, Amber Liang, whilst he is investigating her sister Jade’s abduction. Mason has to fight his wants needs and his nature to leave Amber behind to complete a murder investigation, never once did he guess the world of pain he would subject her to whilst he is away.

Know Mason has returned once again to Eminence, he persuades his brothers, Dylan, Lucas, and Hudson, To come along with him, as well he knows Amber may well be their mate, too. Despite their utter joy in finding out, that she is their mate also, their past threaten is rearing its ugly head and is trying to keep them apart.

But until they begin to trust one another will their love finally grow.

In Mason’s absence, Amber has attracted the wrong kind of attention of the wrong kind of shifter, Tennyson Lansing, who does not rely on fate at all to find a mate. He’s chosen his own, and he’s set his eye’s on Amber.

Tennyson’s obsession with Amber sees him bartering the life of one of the pride to pay for a demonic alliance. The brothers discover these creatures of myth are not a myth at all and that they are very real as they fight for the life of their beautiful mate Amber.

This book had me on the edge of my seat throughout I think its one of the ones that have the most suspense in it and evilest bad guys to date. But on that note, it also has the things I love most about this series it has the family and friends that always stands by each other it has the ones you love the romance and the characters that seriously have your heart skipping a beat and of course one of my most favourite’s Brody.

Amber has gone through so much not only what happened to her sister but the utter heartbreak when Mason goes off to finish his case man she goes through allot and that is just at the start of the book. my heart literally was with her every single step of the way.

Mason,Dylan,Lucas and Hudson mama mia these guys for sure make your insides explode in love lust and romance……. just don’t ask me to choose a favourite as they were each unique they all have something I love about them and one thing’s for sure these hot-blooded hunks no how to get a readers attention and then some….. no wonder Amber could not resist them.

This is one my favourite excerpts because of the raw spellbinding passion it emotes to us the readers.

“So Finn just gave us this house?” Amber asked. She swallowed as desire coursed through her. She hadn’t needed the image of them all naked either. She wanted these men, badly, despite her side throbbing like a bitch. The throbbing of her clit was fast overtaking that pain, and having Dylan and Mason so close was a torturous temptation. She could have lost one of them. Fear was making her desperate to connect with them. Feel them inside her as deeply as possible.

“He said he’d been fixing it up and was going to rent it out. The last owner apparently left it to the pride when he passed away,” Mason said. He inhaled sharply, and in the next instant, Amber was straddling his lap as Mason plunged his tongue into her mouth.

His kiss was raw and hard, his hands gripping her hair and anchoring her to him. It was unnecessary, because Amber didn’t want to go anywhere. She moaned as she tangled her tongue with his, her passion breaking free at last.

“Jesus.” Lucas’s curse reached her ears as the truck came to a screeching halt.”

Did you melt…… I sure did

There are not many authors that can pull me into their books as quickly as Miss Malkin can not only that but I just know every book will melt my heart just a little bit more than the last one did.

My Heart Mind Body and Soul is forever lost to the amazing work writing and the world that this author creates.

Spellbinding series.

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Wicked Rush by Kym Grosso




Release Date: October 4, 2016

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Models: Jase Dean & Angelica Kotliar

Designer: Alivia Anders / White Rabbit Book Design


Lust. Temptation. Deception.

Technology capitalist, Lars Elliott, lives on the edge, savoring the adventure of flirting with death. After rescuing a stranger from a hail of bullets, he resists attraction to the dangerous beauty. Determined to learn her secrets, he draws her into his seductive world of risk taking, pushing her sexual limits. As he unravels the mystery surrounding the lovely doctor, he questions the integrity of those close to him.

Caught in a web of lies, marine biologist, Dr. Braelynn Rollins never expected to face off with the tempting CEO who’s haunted her dreams. Deep undercover, she’s committed to revealing clandestine adversaries of the nation and recovering stolen research. Exposed, she’s forced to trust the man who has the power to both destroy and save her. Within his arms, she surrenders control to Lars, submitting to desire, exploring forbidden cravings.

Lars and Braelynn heat up southern California as they discover who is friend and who is foe. Spiraling down a journey of lust and revenge, their carnal hunger escalates. As danger and corporate espionage surround them at every turn, Lars must decide if she is as innocent as she claims and if she is worth the rush.

*Warning: This book contains several erotic love scenes, including m/f/m ménage and is intended for adult readers only.





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Kym Grosso is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the erotic paranormal series, The Immortals of New Orleans, and the contemporary erotic suspense series, Club Altura. In addition to romance novels, Kym has written and published several articles about autism, and is passionate about autism advocacy. She is also a contributing essay author in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Raising Kids on the Spectrum.

She lives in suburban Pennsylvania but has a not-so-secret desire to move to a beach in southern California where she can write while listening to the roar of the ocean. She holds a bachelor’s degree from West Chester University and a MBA from Widener University. In a previous life, she was employed as a speech therapist, a health care consultant, and a product manager for a software company. In 2012, Kym published her first novel and today, is a full time indie romance author.





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