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Taken by the Biker Dom #NewRelease from Doris (@mamad8)#BDSM #TheSpectrumAuctions

Happy Monday, folks, Doris here with a shameless look at my new release post. 🙂

Taken by the Biker Dom released last Monday and is book six in my Club Spectrum series. Readers seem to like Micah and Sandie so far.

*squeals*

So without further ado, here it is.

[Siren Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romantic Suspense, bondage, sex toys, HEA]

Falling in love had never been the plan…

Turning forty tends to make any woman evaluate her life. For Sandie Buckley, it was the catalyst to escape her mentally abusive husband and to explore her needs and desires. Her first step in that quest was returning to her work as a pediatric nurse. The second step: become a member at Club Spectrum. Third step: get the attention of Micah Flaherty. And that’s where her plan falls short.

Biker paramedic Micah is drawn to the curvy, wannabe subbie with attitude from the minute he shows her around the club. However, getting involved with the typical ex-corporate wife ready to take a walk on the wild side is out of the question…until Sandie’s past catches up with her.

Micah can’t help but step up to claim Sandie as his. No one harms his woman. It seems to be the only way to keep the infuriating woman safe, and besides—their off-the-charts chemistry needs further exploring.

Buy it from Bookstrand

 

STORY EXCERPT

“So sue me.” Micah’s clipped tones shook Sandie out of her lust-fueled thoughts about what he must look like under that tee. “When is the doctor coming to check these? She ought to be discharged today, right?”

“As to that, I couldn’t say for sure. Not unless Ms. Buckley has someone to look after her at home.”

“Do you?” Micah turned so suddenly to address her. It meant Sandie’s world tilted anew. Not only because of the clear challenge in his voice but because he glared at her, as though he was angry. Why was he angry? That made no sense at all. He ought to be glad she was being discharged so that he could be free of her. Surely it was only a misguided sense of Domly duty toward her that had him stay this long in the first place?

Before she could get her befuddled brain to compute an answer, which wouldn’t give away her foolish emotions toward this man, her gaze snared on the slogan on the front of his tee. Emblazoned in bold white lettering was Being a paramedic saved me from becoming a porn star.

Naturally, her gaze immediately slid lower to the rather impressive bulge his worn jeans hugged so lovingly.

Sandie?” His question held a note of censure, and she wrenched her gaze back up to his face. His blue eyes crinkled in amusement as he winked at her. Heat rose in her cheeks when she realized he’d caught her staring, and no doubt her feelings were written all over her face.

Of course he’d noticed. That man never missed a thing at the club, so why would he be any different in his private life?

“What?” Somehow she got that one word out.

With a sigh, Micah perched his delectable butt on the edge of her bed and took her hand.

“Have you got anyone who is able to look after you when you’re discharged? You’ll need watching for a few days.”

“I…that is…”

Sandie gave up trying to make her voice to work, and simply shook her head.

Nurse Peters flicked through her notes and intervened.

“It lists a Matthew Dawson as your next of kin in your notes, Ms. Buckley, and—”

“No!” Her sharp and immediate retort ricocheted around her brain like an out-of-control ping pong ball. That had been far too vehement a response, and sure enough, Micah’s muscles coiled in her peripheral vision. He nudged her chin up with his hand and she wanted the ground to swallow her whole. Being under this close and intense scrutiny by him made her feel as though he could look right into her soul, which was a far too fanciful notion.

In an effort for damage control, she wrenched her gaze away from his and addressed her nurse.

“I mean, no, he shouldn’t even still be listed. Please, I don’t want him here.”

Nurse Peters frowned but inclined her head in silent agreement.

“Okay then, I’ll make sure that’s passed on, but he might have been called already. Come to think of it, I’m surprised he hasn’t shown here before now. Next of kin are informed the minute a patient is admitted, as you know, of course. Forgive me, I’m rambling now. It’s just odd, but if you don’t want him here, I’ll pass that on.”

Her nurse’s words made Sandie’s throat clog up with unshed tears. The mere thought of her ex in this room, seeing her this vulnerable, it was too much. She was vaguely aware of the monitors going crazy again before Micah firmed his hold on her chin.

“Hey, kitten, eyes on me.” He dropped his voice to the one he’d used in her nightmare, the one she couldn’t help but respond to, its gravelly cadence almost a growl which left her no choice but to look at him. He smiled when their gazes connected, and the hold on her chin turned into a caress. “That’s my girl. You’re safe here, okay? Whoever that is will not—”

“He’s my ex-husband.” Sandie bit her lip and her insides clenched in horror at her faux pas. You simply didn’t interrupt your Dom, and she was fast beginning to realize that he was very much in Dom mode here. Much to her relief, Micah let it go and simply nodded.

“I see.”

Sandie swallowed down the threatening tears and shook her head.

“No, you don’t see. He’s…well…”

Her throat went dry and the mere act of pulling breath in through her nose was proving difficult when Micah’s jaw tensed. He looked utterly furious right now.

“Did he hurt you?” he asked. His concern for her made her forget everything but the need to show this man the proper respect due.

“No, at least not in the way you think, Sir.” His eyes flashed when that title slipped out, and his hand slipped to her throat in a gentle hold of possession which made Sandie feel utterly safe with him. Nurse Peters cleared her throat and Sandie jumped. Talk about making a spectacle of yourself. Micah smirked, released his hold on her, and ran a hand through his dark hair. It made the slightly too-long strands stand up and give him that just-out-of-bed look.

“Right, well, that will complicate matters somewhat. If there’s no one to take care of you, then we’ll have to keep you in for observation for at least another day.”

“She does have someone.” Micah turned to address the nurse. “She has me. She can come home and stay with me.”

Sandie’s gasp in answer seemed too loud even over the sudden roaring in her eyes. She couldn’t have heard him right? Why on earth was he claiming responsibility for her? It couldn’t mean what every fiber in her aching body screamed at her. He hadn’t just claimed her…had he?

ADULT EXCERPT

Sandie had proved beautifully responsive to everything he had done to and with her so far, and she particularly seemed to like his dirty talk.

With that in mind, he positioned himself at the end of the bed and dropped his voice to the low rumble she seemed utterly incapable of resisting.

“Such a beautiful sight, kitten. I can see every little clench of your greedy hole, begging me for my cock. You want me to stretch that hole, don’t you? Plunge my dick deep inside you and fuck you hard. My balls slapping your ass, and your tits bouncing in front of my face, until you come all over my junk and soak us both.”

An incomprehensible sound came from his Sandie, and the grip on her ankles grew white-knuckled as she struggled to stay still. Mouth open, eyes wild, she begged him with her gaze, as she squirmed as much as she could, and the sheets under her bum grew wet with her juices.

“Please, Sir. Anything, just do something, please.”

Micah dropped the ropes in his hand on the bottom of his bed, and nipple clamps held up, stepped closer to her.

Her gaze snared on the objects and her breathing grew shallow. Little whimpers escaped her lips as he trailed the cool metal of the clamps over her gorgeous tits.

“Oh, I am, kitten. I want you to imagine yourself with your nipples clamped by these.” He opened and shut the butterfly clamps, and Sandie groaned. A deep-throated sound that told him how close she was already. Her responsiveness was such a fucking turn-on.

“Can you feel them tightening around these buds? Making you acutely aware of them, as I tug and position them, pull on them to lift up your rack.” He followed his words with action, and Sandie screwed her eyes shut and bit her lip, as he attached first one and then the other clamp, tightened them until she groaned, and then gently pulled at the chain linking them together.

Her eyes flew open and her mouth opened in a silent scream, as her body shook in need. She let go of her ankles, and Micah took over and grasped them for her, keeping her open to his gaze. Another one of those moans came from her when he blew across her hugely engorged clit and licked across that bundle just once.

“God, please, I need to… Argh.”

Micah bit down hard on the inside of one ample thigh, and his girl jerked her hips upward. Her hands went in his hair, and her sweet musk filled his nostrils.

“No coming without my say-so, kitten, or you’ll be going in that belt.” He pulled back to see her reaction and grinned at her glare in answer, as she desperately tried to control her breathing.

“I can’t…please.”

“You can, or you’ll be wearing the belt to the club tonight. Breathe and hold it for your Sir. Take your hands off me, too. Back on your ankles with them”

Sandie thumped her head back on the bed repeatedly, but she did release the tight grip on his hair and made a grab for her ankles. Little whimpers came from her, and an all-over body flush spoke of her need, as she tried her utmost to comply.

Pride filled Micah at her struggles and made his chest tight with emotion.

“That’s my very good girl. I’m going to tie you in my ropes now. Remember your safe words if this gets too much, sweetheart.”

Sandie raised her head slightly to look at him, and the desperate need to please he read in her warm hazel eyes made him feel ten feet tall. There it was, the connection he craved, and he smiled at her to show his approval.

“What color are you now?” he asked, and Sandie screwed her little nose up and groused at him

“Green, dammit…ouch.”

She jumped when he used the end of his length of rope to swat her breasts. The action left a thin red line behind, but watching her as closely as he was, he could tell it only served to pitch her deeper into the fevered state of aroused anticipation he wanted her in.

“Consider that a warning, kitten. I don’t appreciate a foul mouth when we’re in a scene.”

Sandie looked all set to argue, but then he slid the rope through her exposed pussy lips, and she groaned in need instead. Micah kept up the slow, sensuous slide along her slit, loving the way the hemp darkened with her arousal and the way his girl panted in need.

“When you’re fully recovered, I’ll tie you in a rope dress, with my rope centered right here.” He slid one end under her ass, brought it around, and tightened it across her clit as he spoke. Sandie gasped and tried to wriggle, but she didn’t let go of the tight grip she had on her ankles, and Micah murmured his approval.

“Good girl. For now, though, we’ll just tie you in nice and tight so that that beautiful cunt is mine for the taking. I think my little subbie would like that, wouldn’t you?”

He glanced up at her as he slid the rope across her skin repeatedly. With every knot, his girl slipped deeper into the space he wanted her to be. Her breathing evened, her eyes glazed over, and she drifted away, as he kept up his soothing murmurs, tightened and checked his knots until at long last her wrists were tied to her ankles. The ropes made a beautiful pattern across her pale skin, the ample flesh held in and molded across them.

“You’re beautiful, kitten, and I’m going to fuck you now.”

*****

 

You can also check out an interview with Micah here.

That’s all from me today.

Do stay naughty, folks.

D xxx

Have a wonderful Holiday/Christmas Season from Doris (@mamaD8)

Hello peeps, Doris here.

 

I just wanted to wish you all a wonderful Holiday/Christmas season. Even if you don’t celebrate, enjoy time spent wth families and friends, and if you’re not in the right frame of mind yet….

 

Well, maybe these holiday releases will get you there. Blatant self promo bit coming up.

 

I’ll start with my FREE holiday read!

Love knows no boundaries—or does it?

When Anja is abandoned by her nightmare of a so-called boyfriend, she relies on Mutt to escort her safely home from the homeless shelter she volunteers at. Her canine friend proves to be an excellent listener. If only she could keep the wolf-like dog, but confining him to be a mere pet would be downright cruel.

When she wakes up on her own, after a night full of erotic dreams, Anja doubts her sanity. Dogs don’t change into sexy hunks…

Ethan knows he should keep his distance, especially after the night they shared. Humans can’t be trusted, but Anja smashes through all of his emotional defenses, and his wolf scents his mate.

However, Ethan is in disguise for a reason, and he needs to see this through. Will Anja accept the man he truly is, as easily as she did Mutt?

Be Warned: spanking


FREE read available from  Evernight Publishing  ARe  Bookstrand  Barnes&Noble  Amazon

*****

 

Bought for Christmas is just 99 cents right now at Evernight Publishing

I’m the beast, haven’t you heard….

Christmas is supposed to be a time for miracles and one will surely be needed when Emilia Duncan finds herself sold to the beast to save her father’s company. Having lusted after the much older, enigmatic man for as long as she can remember, spending the Christmas weekend as his submissive will satisfy her raging libido, but can she protect her heart?

Bear Shifter Hunter Monahan cannot stand idly by when Emilia is thrown to the wolves. There is only one shifter who will get his claws into her and that’s him. The contract ensures her submission for the weekend. Too bad his bear wants much more than that.

Hunter is used to hiding behind his gruesome scars, but in the bid for Emilia’s heart, that is not an option this time.  Isolated in his cabin, it’s not just the snow that melts. 

Be Warned: BDSM, sex toys, anal sex

Buy Links: Evernight  Amazon  Amazon UK  ARe  Bookstrand Barnes&Noble

******

 

 

Follow your heart and cross space and time…
When Clara lands the job as curator of Faversham House it’s a dream come true. Especially when her favorite Regency Erotica writer Vicky Hopewell shadows her in the run up to the annual estate ball—a tradition left over from Regency times.
The costume ball is always the highlight of the year, but neither woman expects to be confronted by two drop dead gorgeous Dukes.
Daniel Danvers, the Duke of Hockwell thinks Clara is one of the servants invited to the estate ball.
Kit Capel, the Duke of Aulban cannot understand why his wife Victoria acts as though she doesn’t know him.
As both couples slowly come to terms with the reality of their situations, can they find happiness? Is it as simple as following your heart?
Be Warned: bondage, spanking

Buy it from Evernight  Amazon   Amazon UK  ARe  Bookstrand

 

And finally, my new release 🙂

 

 

They’ve been friends for twenty years until….this Christmas.

How do you tell a sweet, naïve, and clearly vanilla girl that you like to tie women up and torture them for mutual enjoyment in your spare time? Josh Mackenzie has no idea, but when his best friend Emma walks in on him pleasuring himself, everything changes.

For Emma, coming face to face with her secret longings is mind blowing.  It’s one thing to fantasize about your best friend, but dare she take that leap into the unknown? Will it not ruin their friendship and is—what would undoubtedly be awesome— sex worth risking that?

While Josh shares her fears, she is all he ever wanted in a woman and he’s determined to show her that they can have it all.
This woman is his to mark, cherish and love forever, and he’ll prove it to her one spank at a time.

 Be Warned: BDSM, spanking

Available from Evernight  Amazon  Amazon UK  ARe  Bookstrand

 

*****

 

If those don’t put you in the mood… lol

 

Do stay naughty, folks.

 

D xxx

 

Friends to Lovers, anyone? Christmas with his Best Friend #ComingSoon from Doris (@mamaD8) #BDSM #Rubenesque @evernightpub

Happy Monday folks, Doris here, a tad over excited because I have a book releasing in just two days.

*happy squeal*

Christmas with his Best Friend was one of those stories that practically wrote itself, once I started writing. I love the friends to lovers trope, myself, and I knew I would have to expand on the flash I wrote on my blog. This one to be precise.

Just imagine walking in on your best friend pleasuring himself to a picture of you? What would you do?

Emma has a whole set of conflicting emotions to deal with when this happens to her. Not least because she has been secretively fantasising about her best friend too.

Dare they take that leap into the unknown?

You’ll have to read the book to find out.

*smiles*

 

 

They’ve been friends for twenty years until….this Christmas.

How do you tell a sweet, naïve, and clearly vanilla girl that you like to tie women up and torture them for mutual enjoyment in your spare time? Josh Mackenzie has no idea, but when his best friend Emma walks in on him pleasuring himself, everything changes.

For Emma, coming face to face with her secret longings is mind blowing.  It’s one thing to fantasize about your best friend, but dare she take that leap into the unknown? Will it not ruin their friendship and is—what would undoubtedly be awesome sex—worth risking that?

While Josh shares her fears, she is all he ever wanted in a woman and he’s determined to show her that they can have it all.

This woman is his to mark, cherish and love forever, and he’ll prove it to her one spank at a time.

 

Christmas with his Best Friend releases December 7th with Evernight Publishing 

*****

Ready for a hawt excerpt?

Now that the moment was here Josh was lost for words. With his sweet little Em in his arms, her hazel eyes looking up him with so much trust … fuck it. What was he doing here? Instead of answering her, he pulled away, slid his hands in her hair and tucked at the pins holding it up. The dark blonde mass of silky curls fell in soft waves around her face, and he twirled one strand around his index finger.

“Josh? What are we doing here?” Her whispered question shot straight to his cock, and not trusting his voice to fucking work, he decided to show her instead. A soft gasp escaped her when he picked her up, set her on the kitchen counter, and pulling her legs apart stepped right between them. The action made her pencil skirt ride up, exposing the top of her stockings, and Josh groaned under his breath. He let his digits linger, half expecting her to slap them away, but when she opened her legs wider, he tore his gaze away from her pale flesh to check out her expression. Head down, she seemed mesmerized by the sight of his tanned hands against her skin, and the sweet scent of aroused woman filled his nostrils when he ran his hands slowly up her inner thighs. He could almost feel the heat of her cunt before her whisper stopped him.

“Josh?”

Leaving one of his hands where it was, he tipped her chin up with his index finger, satisfied beyond relief to see the same need he felt reflected back at him in her eyes. The hazel orbs had darkened to almost black, and when she licked her lips in a nervous gesture, his gaze followed the movements of her little pink tongue. Visions of her on her knees, with that sweet mouth wrapped around his dick, as he shot his jizz down her slender throat, made his cock jerk against the zipper of his jeans. He growled low in his throat at the thought of marking her thus, and her expressive eyes widened. Her breathing sped up even more, making her tits strain against the sensible blouse she wore for work. With the two top buttons undone, the third was threatening to give way under the rapid movement, giving him tantalizing glimpses of the soft swell of her breasts. Josh couldn’t help it. His self-control and good intentions went out of the window at her untutored responses to him, and he trailed his finger lower down the soft skin of her neck, over her collarbone and lower still, until he reached that tiny ivory button.

“I want you, little one.”

His voice dropped to the one he used in a scene without any conscious effort on his part, and when he flicked that button open, Emma’s sweet moan of surrender was music to his ears. Watching her closely for her reaction, he flicked the next button and so forth, until the sides of her blouse fell open, exposing her amazing rack. The lacy, mauve bra left little to the imagination. Josh continued his one fingered exploration, and they both groaned when he circled her nipples. Clearly visible through the lace, the little pink nubs hardened under his gentle ministrations, and Em’s breathing kicked up another notch.

“Please, I…”

Josh trailed his finger lower, over the soft swell of her abdomen, which caused her to suck in her belly, and he smiled at her action.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your curves, little one?”

Her surprised jerk and strangled half laugh told him he hadn’t, and Josh inwardly kicked himself.

“Since when? You have seen your girlfriends, right?”

There was a wealth of bitterness in those few words compounded by her hasty grab for her blouse. She pulled the ends closed and wrapped her arms around herself in a defensive move that tore at his heartstrings. The Dom in him wanted to order her to strip, to take her over his knee and paddle that luscious ass of hers for disrespecting her body shape like that, and making assumptions about him to boot, but he hadn’t earned that right yet.

So, instead of acting on that impulse, which pushed adrenaline through his veins, he did the next best thing. Stepped away, crossed his own arms over his chest and gave her his best don’t-talk-such-crap-subbie stare.

It didn’t take long before she caved in. Uncertainty crossed her features, followed by confusion, and when she dropped her gaze to his chest, he finally spoke.

“Let’s get one thing straight here, my sweet little Em, I do, indeed love your curves. In fact seeing you waltz out of here in those damn tight pencil skirts you wear for work has me so fucking hard I have to jerk off the minute you leave.”

Clearly startled by that revelation, Emma jerked her head up, opened her mouth to say something, but one look at his expression seemed to change her mind. The Dom in him almost roared when she dropped her gaze—to his chin this time—and kept it there. His girl was a natural, responding to him without even realizing what she was doing, and wasn’t that the biggest turn-on yet.

“Next, I don’t do girlfriends.” That brought her head up again, albeit briefly, and he smiled at her sharp intake of breath, and the confusion written all over her face. “I haven’t done for a long time, ever since I realized I was in love with my best friend.”

 

That’s all from me today.

Do stay naughty, folks,

D xxxx