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The Perfect Date with Shasta Pyke from Lost & Bound by Pandora Spocks #BDSM #NewRelease

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Valentine’s Day is almost here. All weekend I’ll be talking to some of your favorite characters, asking them to reveal their idea of the perfect date. Some of their answers may surprise you. First up, Shasta Pyke, from the new steamy romance by Pandora Spocks, Lost & Bound. (I’m currently reading this and loving it!)

Take it away Shasta.

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The Perfect Date Night
By Shasta Pyke
Leading Lady of Lost & Bound

When someone asks me about the perfect date night, I have to laugh. Because six months ago, my answer would have been completely different.
Back in LA, my perfect date night would have involved dressing up in new designer club wear, and being picked up by a hot celebrity driving a high-powered luxury import. Paparazzi would follow us to the hottest restaurant of the moment, and we’d try to ignore them as we ate an expensive dinner.
After that we’d party all night at an exclusive club, then head back to my place, or his, for our own private after-party.
But now? After Blake? Well, I know it sounds funny, but I love just being with him. I mean, we can pack a basket, take the boat to the far side of the lake, and have a beautiful picnic under the stars. A nice dinner of fresh-caught lake trout, a glass of wine, a lantern for light. All we’d hear would be the wind in the trees, maybe a loon calling out on the lake somewhere.
And if we happen to head up to his play cabin afterwards? Yeah, that is the perfect date night.

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Blurb:
Blake Walker is no stranger to tragedy. Immediately following a horrific event years earlier, he was lost for a while until he embraced his Dominant nature and found his true calling. But things change and now he’s back where he started, helping to run his family’s secluded lake lodge.
When pampered Hollywood starlet Shasta Pyke gets into trouble with the law, she’s sent to the wilderness of northern Ontario to cool her heels for a few weeks. There she meets sexy bush pilot Blake, who is tasked with seeing to her needs as the sole guest at the lodge.
Initially, Blake isn’t impressed with the spoiled actress, but he’s happy that her visit allows for his sister Jackie and her kids to go on a much-needed vacation. Try as he might, he can’t figure out what the hell Shasta Pyke is doing so far out of her element.
Shasta’s attracted to Blake’s obvious good looks, but there’s more to him than that. He sees through her armor to the vulnerable little girl she hides from the world. The Daddy Dominant in him craves to shelter her, to make her his own.
Is there any way Shasta will agree to submit to Blake’s Dominance?
Lost & Bound is Book 2 of Pandora Spocks’ Dream Dominant Collection, a series of stand-alone novels featuring sexy, Dominant men, and the strong, red-haired submissives who find them irresistible. It is a contemporary erotic romance novel with a light BDSM theme, and features a DD/lg relationship, and is intended for mature audiences.
Lost & Bound is available now!
Universal Link for Lost & Bound: http://www.books2read.com/LostandBound

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Universal Link for Lost & Bound: http://www.books2read.com/LostandBound

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After painting the exteriors of the first two cabins, Blake and Shasta took a break. In the kitchen of the main house, he quickly made turkey sandwiches for their lunch. “How’s that plug feeling, kitten?” he asked as he sat across the table.
“It’s fine. I mean, I can feel it, but it doesn’t hurt.”
His grin was sly. “Does it feel good?”
She shifted uneasily in her chair. “I just know that my pussy is about to go up in flames if it doesn’t get some relief soon.”
Blake laughed. “We’ll see what we can do about that.” Rounding the table, he grasped her arm and led her to the kitchen counter, where he bent her over. A sharp tug dropped her shorts to the floor around her feet. He released his monster erection and impaled her roughly.
“Oh, shit, yes!” she panted.
After three strokes, he pulled out and restored his jeans, returning to the table to finish his lunch.
Shasta, still leaning over the counter, watched him incredulously. “Are you kidding me?!”
Blake smirked confidently and gave her a wink. “I’m telling you, kitten, by tonight you’ll be begging me to fuck your ass.”
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Blake expertly angled the small boat to rest beside the tiny dock and killed the motor, tying off his end before jumping out and tying the front end as well. Then he again offered his hand, helping Shasta climb out of the boat and onto the dock.
She stood taking in the view as he unloaded her things. The lodge was visible across the water, seemingly closer than it actually was, judging by the ten-minute ride. If she hadn’t been in such a foul mood, she would have found the place beautiful. The only sound she could hear was the wind in the tops of the countless pine trees covering the island. It would be a short climb up to the crest of the island where a log cabin sat. She could see a stone-surrounded fire pit flanked by a quartet of dark green wooden Adirondack chairs and further away, stretched between two large pines, was a white canvas hammock.
When all her things were on the dock, Blake turned to her. “Let me take you to the cabin. There are a few things I need to show you.”
He took off up the hill and Shasta teetered along behind him, carefully avoiding large rocks that were in the way. “Are you making it?” he called over his shoulder.
“I’ve got this, don’t worry about me,” she muttered.
Blake turned away and grinned to himself. He was waiting for her when she finally made it up the hill. “I hope you brought other shoes.”
Out of breath, Shasta put her hands on her hips and nodded.
He unlocked the door and held it open for her to enter the cabin. She stepped into an open room featuring a seating area in front of a fireplace immediately to her right. Further into the room, a kitchen was arranged in the back left quarter of the space with a cast iron stove on the back wall and a kitchen table pushed against the right wall down from the fireplace. Between the fireplace and the kitchen table was a small desk that held some sort of radio equipment. Shasta peered into an alcove to her left and saw that it was a tiny bedroom.
“Now,” Blake was saying, “the lights run on propane. You turn this little lever and you can light them with a lighter. The fridge and the cooktop also run on propane. Same thing, you turn the knob and then light it with the lighter. I already lit the pilot on the fridge and it should be fine.” He indicated a small metal box beneath the kitchen counter.
Wordlessly, Shasta followed him around the room, trying to take in all his instructions. “Now if you want to bake, or if you’re just cold, you can build a fire in the stove.” He showed her where to put the wood. “And there’s always the fireplace. Wood is stacked outside against the back of the cabin. I can always bring you more, too.”
He waved at the few kitchen cabinets. “We’ve stocked the cabinets and the refrigerator but if you need anything, just let me know.” He headed for the door. “Water comes from a spring near the front of the island.”
“Wait. What?”
“Water. You know, to drink?”
Desperately, Shasta searched the room, making a beeline to the sink. Instead of a faucet, there was a green-painted old-fashioned hand pump. She worked the handle a few times and a spurt of water came out. She looked back to him, bewildered.
“Well, you can’t drink that. Not without boiling it for about ten minutes. It comes straight out of the lake. Use it for dishes and things. You can drink the spring water right out of the ground.”
“Wait a second. Where’s the bathroom?”
“I was just going to show you. Follow me.”
Blake headed out the door and Shasta followed along behind him. He turned down the right side of the cabin, following a narrow trail through the trees. Shortly, the path opened onto a small clearing and to the right of the clearing was a tiny log structure. “Here’s your bathroom,” he pointed.
She began to shake her head. “Oh, no, no, no, no, no,” she murmured. “There must be some mistake. I don’t do outhouses. Does Eddie know about this?” she demanded.
“Who’s Eddie?” Blake returned, picturing the smarmy suit guy.
“No. Absolutely not. This is completely unacceptable. Besides,” she breathed deeply, trying to regain her composure, “where is the shower?”
“Well, some guests bathe in the lake.” He took in her incredulous expression and continued. “On the other hand, we do have a solar shower. I’ll show you.”
Shasta followed him down the other side of the cabin, to the place where the tiny bedroom jutting out from the main cabin made a little sheltered corner. A post was situated in the corner with a pulley rigged to the top.
“This is a solar shower.” Blake held up a large flat rectangular vinyl pouch that was clear on one side and black on the other. The clear side had a large round valve and there was a handle on one end. The other end had clear tubing attached and at the end of the tubing was a tiny shower head.
“You fill this up with water, seal the valve, and lay it out in the sun. The dock is a good place.” He watched as Shasta held her forehead with the palm of one hand, gaping at him in disbelief. “Anyway, when you’re ready for a shower, you hang it up here,” he indicated the pulley, “and just shower away. The spruce trees right here make for privacy, although you shouldn’t have any folks out on the lake, seeing as how you’ve rented out the whole place.”
Wordlessly, Shasta turned and hobbled back to the front of the cabin, sinking into one of the Adirondack chairs. Blake followed, hands in his pockets, uncertain whether or not to continue the tour. She glanced up at him, deciding to change tacks.
“Listen,” she smoothed, “we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot.” She pasted on her dazzling Shasta Pyke smile. “Obviously, there’s been some kind of mistake.” Standing, she approached him, pushing her glasses back up onto her head and fixing him with soft brown eyes.
“Here’s the thing.” She reached out to stroke his arm, biting her lower lip provocatively. “I can’t stay here. And you don’t want me here, not really. The place is already paid for. Just,” she stepped closer, brushing her breasts against his arm, “maybe you could drive me someplace where I can get a cab or an Uber or something, and I’ll be out of your hair.” She wrinkled her nose and winked. “What do you say?”
A slow smile spread across Blake’s face. “What do I say?” He laughed lightly, shaking head. “I say, you’re a piece of work, lady.” With that, he turned. “I’ll leave you to it, then.”
“Wait!” she shouted after him. “You can’t just leave me here!”
He waved over his head and didn’t turn around.
“Come back here! You come back here right now!”
Wordlessly, he cast off from the dock and pushed the boat away from the shallow water.
“What about my bags? They need to be taken to the cabin!”
“And it will be dark soon. So you might want to get on that,” Blake chuckled.
Shasta was on the dock by now and she stomped her foot, fists balled at her sides. “Do you know who I am?” she screamed.
“You look to me like a little brat who needs her ass tanned,” he fired back.
She shrieked unintelligibly and threw a rock at the boat. She missed by a mile and the rock plonked harmlessly into the water.
Blake laughed again, started the engine, and headed back to the lodge.
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Lily’s Naughty Christmas – Naughty is better than nice! #NewRelease #Erotic #TheMenageClub #Giveaway

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Happy Wicked Wednesday!

Christmas is almost here. Santa has already determined who is going to be on the naughty list and who is going to be on the nice list. Some of us made it to the ‘good girls’ club again this year. Some of us are now a part of the ‘bad girls’ club.

Every Wednesday this month, I’ll feature characters who have now joined the bad girls club. Today’s bad girl award goes to Lily from my erotic romance, Lily’s Naughty Christmas.

Poor Lily. All of her life she’s been the good girl. But, after one night with two very sexy men, she’s forever changed. Her name is now on Santa’s naughty list. And I’ve got a feeling she’s never going to make the nice list again.

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~She’s tired of her good girl image. ~
Lily Parks is determined to let her wildest fantasies free, even if it is for one night only. She plans a night of seduction – the only thing missing is her ex-husband Charles and his lover, Paul. She wants them both and she knows just how to get them.

~He never stopped loving her. ~
Charles Henderson is surprised when he receives a call from his ex-wife inviting him and his partner to Christmas dinner, but he can’t deny that her threesome idea is the greatest Christmas present ever. After one night of ecstasy with the two people he loves, he’s determined to make this arrangement permanent.

~He wants what they’re offering, but is afraid he doesn’t deserve it. ~
Paul Mackey is all for one night of naughtiness with Lily and Charles. But soon he begins to crave more from both of them. Problem is, a man like him doesn’t deserve more. His past is filled with regrets and he doesn’t want his inner demons to ruin the lives of the people he loves… again. He tries distancing himself, but his heart and his body refuses to cooperate.

Can the three of them make this love triangle work, or will jealousy and past hurts destroy the attraction they all feel for one another?

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“Where are the other chairs?” Charles asked when he entered the kitchen.

“There are only three of us tonight, so we only need three chairs,” Lily told him. He raised his eyebrow but said nothing as he sat in the chair across from her.

“Can you pour me a glass of champagne before you sit down, Paul?” Lily asked her ex-husband’s lover.

Paul was in the middle of sitting down beside Charles when Lily popped her question. He froze, looking from Charles to Lily.

“Uh, sure,” Paul said. “You want some more, buddy?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Charles responded.

Lily smiled. Charles was uncomfortable, she liked that. “If you want something stronger I have vodka in the cabinet. You forgot to take it with you when you left.”

Paul filled her glass with champagne then sat down. Charles stood up and walked over to the cabinet, pulling a bottle of Grey Goose out. He filled his wine glass with the clear liquid. Lily smiled as he drank it down with one gulp then refilled the glass. At this rate he would be drunk before they even began.

Lily stood up and walked over to the stove. “Let me serve you two.”

Behind her both men coughed, choking on their beverages. Lily took the lid off the pot containing the dressing.

“It smells good Lily, thanks for having us over.” Charles voice sounded a bit strained but not strained enough.

“You’re welcome.” Lily walked over to her ex and bent over him to pick up his plate. Her breasts were right in his face, her ass right in Paul’s face. She picked up the plate and took it to the counter and began filling it with dressing, turkey, greens and candied yams.

She carried Charles his plate. “Enjoy,” she whispered before picking up Paul’s plate and filling it. When she was done serving both men she returned to her seat and began to drink from her glass.

“You’re not going to eat?” Charles asked around a mouthful of food.

Soon his mouth would be full of her. Lily shivered, and both men stopped eating. They stared at her.

“If I don’t watch this figure, no one will,” Lily told them. She took another sip of her drink, enjoying the way she had them squirming in their seats.

This whole seduction thing was easier than she thought. Lily licked her lips. Paul swallowed. Charles stared down into his plate. If Lily wanted a threesome she was going to have to make the first move.

“You two should hurry up with your dinner, I have a present for the two of you in my bedroom.”

Lily stood up. She pushed her chair under the table and grabbed her glass.

“I’ll be waiting,” she whispered before she turned and sashayed away. Her whole body trembled with nervousness. She’d done her part, she’d put the offer on the table. It was now up to them to pick it up and run with it.

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Character interview with the cast of SILVER. #SciFi #Romance #BWWM

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Q: Which one of you are the most romantic?

Silver: I am.
Malia: No, I am.
Silver: Have you ever fed me chocolate?
Malia: Well, no.
Silver: Have you ever massaged my feet?
Malia: Nope.
Silver: Have you ever brought me breakfast in bed?
Malia: No, but I’ve cooked for…
Silver: Have you ever killed guards of the Galaxy Patrol to protect me?
Malia: Well, no, but…
Silver: Just admit it. I’m more romantic than you.
Malia: Okay, you are. But, the next time we run into Galaxy Patrol, I’ll do the killing.
Silver: Whatever you want love. See, that’s me being romantic again.
Malia: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

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Q: Where do you both see yourself in five years?

Silver: Together.
Malia: I think we’re supposed to be more specific.
Silver: Together. On a ship.
Malia: Sometimes he can be so difficult. I see us together, on a ship, madly in love with maybe a kid or two. We’ll no longer be on the run from the authorities. I’ll be able to open up a new diner and our kids can help me cook.
Silver: I only disagree with one thing. Instead of two kids, I want six.
Malia: Let’s make sure we can take care of one first.

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Q: If you could change one thing about your mate, what would it be?

Silver: I would change the way she sees herself. She thinks she’s too curvy. I think she’s perfect.
Malia: He doesn’t understand when I say I need to lose a few pounds.
Silver: If you lost a few pounds, you wouldn’t be the female I fell in love with.
Malia: But the average female weighs…
Silver: You are not the average female. You are mine. I am happy with every inch of you.
Malia: Aww, babe. I love you.
Silver: I love you too. Now answer the question and tell them that you would change nothing about me.
Malia: Actually, there is one thing I would change.
Silver: What?
Malia: You’re a little overprotective.
Silver: That will never change.
Malia: You could cut back a little.
Silver: Not happening.
Malia: I didn’t think so. It doesn’t hurt to try.

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~And there you have it. These two are perfect for each other. However, their road to love wasn’t an easy one. Read SILVER to learn of their adventures. Silver is available now. Be sure to enter the Galaxy Giveaway for a chance to win a lovely necklace. ~
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All Malia Valdese wants to do is survive in the Outlands and serve food to the patrons of her diner. She doesn’t want anything to do with the handsome silver-eyed stranger who keeps showing up after closing, asking her weird questions and making her feel something she hasn’t felt in years, desire.
She doesn’t care that he’s the sexiest male she’s ever seen or that he stares at her like she’s the main course. Steering clear of him is her plan. Well, it was the plan, before he turned her world upside down with four words…. You’re coming with me.
Apparently she has no say in the matter.

She’s not on the menu. But she’s what he hungers for.
Her scent tells him she’s his and the wanted pictures popping up all over the dark-net tells him he needs to lay low for a while. Having her next to him in bed while he tries to clear his name is the plan. Unfortunately, his enemies are closer than he thought and now they’ve found his weakness…. her. Can he shield his mate from the consequences of his dark past? Or will she flee to his enemies to escape him and the intense emotions he stirs inside of her?

No matter what she chooses, he has no intention of letting her go, ever.

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Silver traced his fingers up her arm. Shivers raced over her body. She found herself leaning closer to him, needing to feel every inch of him.
“Tell me to step away.”
Why would she do that? No rational female would tell a creature like him to step away. Wait, she should do that. She wasn’t trying to be with him for real. This was pretend.
“Say it and I’ll do it. I promise Malia.”
She couldn’t say it. The words wouldn’t come. Instead, she reached up and touched his face. His eyes closed and he leaned his forehead against hers.
“I don’t want to say that.” Even the rational part of her was falling for this male.
“Good, because I don’t want you to say it. I want to keep you all to myself,” he whispered. “I don’t want to share you.”
“You don’t have to share me. I’m all yours.” Yep, she’d just said that. And right now, she meant it. She’d deal with the consequences of her words later.
“All mine,” he mumbled, opening his eyes. “And I’ll destroy anyone who threatens you.”
Stars, that was the most violent statement she’d ever heard, yet it made her feel safe. What was she turning into?
“Say you believe me, Malia.”
“I-I believe you.”
“I won’t let anything happen to you. Say you believe this.”
“I believe it.”
“Good.” He took a step back, her hand still resting on his cheek. His hand covered hers. “I will go and get the crew. I will try my best not to kill any of them for getting too close to you.”
“Please behave. I don’t need you dirtying up my new kitchen.”
He smiled, before pulling her hand away from his face and placing it over his heart. Her breath caught.
“This is all yours,” he told her. “I promise.” He released her hand and went in search of his crew, leaving her breathless.
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~Coming 11/25/2016: Lily’s Naughty Christmas.~

Are your ready for the re-release of my naughty Novella – Lily’s Naughty Christmas?

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#Naughty: A Peek Into Lily’s Naughty Christmas – #Romance #Erotic #Menage

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Happy November!

All month long I’m sharing naughty excerpts from my stories. Today I’m sharing an excerpt from a novella I plan to re-release next week, Lily’s Naughty Christmas. I hope you enjoy it.

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“Where are the other chairs?” Charles asked when he entered the kitchen.

“There are only three of us tonight, so we only need three chairs,” Lily told him. He raised his eyebrow but said nothing as he sat in the chair across from her.

“Can you pour me a glass of champagne before you sit down, Paul?” Lily asked her ex-husband’s lover.

Paul was in the middle of sitting down beside Charles when Lily popped her question. He froze, looking from Charles to Lily.

“Uh, sure,” Paul said. “You want some more, buddy?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Charles responded.

Lily smiled. Charles was uncomfortable, she liked that. “If you want something stronger I have vodka in the cabinet. You forgot to take it with you when you left.”

Paul filled her glass with champagne then sat down. Charles stood up and walked over to the cabinet, pulling a bottle of Grey Goose out. He filled his wine glass with the clear liquid. Lily smiled as he drank it down with one gulp then refilled the glass. At this rate he would be drunk before they even began.

Lily stood up and walked over to the stove. “Let me serve you two.”

Behind her both men coughed, choking on their beverages. Lily took the lid off the pot containing the dressing.

“It smells good Lily, thanks for having us over.” Charles voice sounded a bit strained but not strained enough.

“You’re welcome.” Lily walked over to her ex and bent over him to pick up his plate. Her breasts were right in his face, her ass right in Paul’s face. She picked up the plate and took it to the counter and began filling it with dressing, turkey, greens and candied yams.

She carried Charles his plate. “Enjoy,” she whispered before picking up Paul’s plate and filling it. When she was done serving both men she returned to her seat and began to drink from her glass.

“You’re not going to eat?” Charles asked around a mouthful of food.

Soon his mouth would be full of her. Lily shivered, and both men stopped eating. They stared at her.

“If I don’t watch this figure, no one will,” Lily told them. She took another sip of her drink, enjoying the way she had them squirming in their seats.

This whole seduction thing was easier than she thought. Lily licked her lips. Paul swallowed. Charles stared down into his plate. If Lily wanted a threesome she was going to have to make the first move.

“You two should hurry up with your dinner, I have a present for the two of you in my bedroom.”

Lily stood up. She pushed her chair under the table and grabbed her glass.

“I’ll be waiting,” she whispered before she turned and sashayed away. Her whole body trembled with nervousness. She’d done her part, she’d put the offer on the table. It was now up to them to pick it up and run with it.

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Lily’s Naughty Christmas will be available Saturday, November 12, and will be FREE with Kindle Unlimited.

I hope you’re ready for her naughtiness. Below is a song from the playlist I listened to while working on this novella.

Author Spotlight: R.B O’Brien and The Natalie’s Edge Series

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I’m happy to feature R.B. O’Brien on my blog today. Be warned, the content below is steamy and contains strong language. (I love it.)

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The Natalie’s Edge Series

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Author: R.B. O’Brien

Series: The Natalie’s Edge Series

Genre: Erotica Romance Suspense

Each book in the series is now available for $2.99


Series Overview:

Twenty-seven year old former ballet dancer, Natalie Smith, thought she had everything she needed in life: A successful business, devoted boyfriend, and loving best friend. But when she meets the mysterious environmentalist, Michael L. Black, Natalie’s ascent into self-discovery begins.

Michael introduces Natalie to a world of dominance and submission filled with lust and passion. But Michael walks a fine line between his dark and light sides as he comes to terms with his past. It will test their relationship, and all they have worked so hard to achieve, a true bond, may leave them on the edge of destruction.

 

Natalie’s Edge 1: https://www.amazon.com/Temptation-Natalies-Edge-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00TE9XJSI

Natalie’s Edge 2: Fall: https://www.amazon.com/Fall-Natalies-Edge-Book-2-ebook/dp/B00XO5F1JI

Natalie’s Edge 3: Redemption: https://www.amazon.com/Redemption-Natalies-Edge-Book-3-ebook/dp/B01426C5MI


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Temptation, Natalie’s Edge Book 1

Synopsis:

He didn’t think he was capable of love; she thought she had everything she ever needed. But when former ballet dancer and entrepreneur Natalie Smith and environmentalist Michael Black meet, they are thrust into a headlong relationship that may devastate them both.

 

Falling almost too fast for this enigmatic, controlling man, Natalie is both excited and terrified by the fine line Michael walks between his dark and light side, as he introduces her to a world of games, bondage, and punishments. And to her surprise, she likes her submission. She likes the control he wields. And he cannot have it any other way. He likes to bring Natalie to the edge, and she likes the edge he brings her to. Pleasure has never felt so good.

But can Michael fully let go of his trust issues and fall in love? Or will his past leave Natalie on the edge of pain?


Purchase Link: https://www.amazon.com/Temptation-Natalies-Edge-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00TE9XJSI


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Excerpt from Natalie’s Edge 1: Temptation

He brought my iPhone into the bedroom, found the ballet Giselle, and let the music play. It put me in a state of deep emotion when I listened to it. My feelings about dance were as mixed up as my feelings were for Michael. Pain and beauty wrapped into one unfathomable emotion. He removed his blue t-shirt and jeans, boxer shorts the only thing remaining on his perfect body as he sat next to me on the bed. He was so sexy. I began to kiss him as if my life depended on it.

“Roll over and let me massage you, Natalie.” His tone created a trance-like reaction in me.

I rolled over onto my stomach. He began kneading my neck, then my shoulders, working his way across my back, stopping just above my ass. The music engulfed me and his touches were sensual but relaxing. I was in a state of euphoric relaxation. He began to kiss me lightly, first behind my ears and then over my neck, moving down to trail kisses over my back. Goose bumps appeared all over my body.

“Spread your legs a little for me, Natalie.”

I did, embarrassed at how wet I already was. I tried not to squirm or moan. I wanted it to last, last the whole night.

“I love the way your lower back gathers in this indentation above your ass,” he breathed, kissing the spot. “There’s so much I want to learn about you.”

“Aaah,” I let out, moaning into the pillow. “There’s so much I want to learn about you,” I echoed.

He continued down my legs, first the outside of my thighs all the way down to my calves, lightly tickling my feet, as I moved a little, giggling.

“You’re such a ticklish woman, Natalie. Yet another thing that turns me on about you. So responsive, so sensitive. I like that.”

His fingers stroked the insides of my calves simultaneously, moving slowly up my thighs, stopping just short of my pussy. Skipping over my pussy, he began to lightly tease my ass cheeks with his fingers, kissing me ever so lightly all over my ass, my back, my neck.

“I can taste your saltiness. You are delicious.”

I blushed. “I told you I needed to shower.” A moan escaped my lips again as he continued to kiss my ass, his fingers touching between my legs, lightly brushing my pussy like feathers.

“Maybe later,” he said languidly. “I like the way you taste. Now roll over,” he demanded. “Put your arms above your head and clasp them. Don’t move them. Now, cross your legs and put them in the air, straight up.”

“Michael,” I groaned but did as he asked. All the relaxation was completely gone now. Desire pooled in my lower abdomen and beyond, and I began to tremble.

He began to lightly stroke my pussy in this uncomfortable, yet erotic position, and juices streamed out of me. “Next time, I’ll tie your legs like this, so you can relax more. But I can see the strength of your legs. You are so sexy, Natalie.”

I couldn’t say anything as his feather-light touches moved directly onto my clit, and I felt like I might come any minute.

“Michael.” I wanted him desperately. I began to pant. A scorching heat coursed through my body.

He stopped and spread my juices over the delicate, sensitive under skin of my pussy lips, gently rubbing up and down my slit with the pads of his fingers, over and over, on either side of my clit, never making contact with it.

“Oh god, Michael. Let me come. Please.” I was begging and couldn’t have cared less. I began to squeeze my legs together more tightly. Being in this position made it easy to do. Release would be only moments away, if he would only touch my clit.

“Keep your legs like that,” he said, but stopped touching me. I breathed rapidly, frantically, as he moved up under my arms and lightly tickled down the sides of my stomach, where my back and stomach connected. I wiggled and laughed a little. It tickled in the most sensual way. He said nothing and found my breasts. “Keep your arms above your head for me. I love when you obey me. I’m impressed that you’re showing a little restraint tonight. Breathe.”

And I was. I was really trying to control my reactions, to be in the moment, to not fall apart at the seams but to absorb his touch fully. He lightly stroked the under part of my breasts, then circled the outer parts of them, ever so slowly, honing in closer and closer to my center, my nipples. I moaned and tried to stick my chest out for his touch.

He took the bait and lightly brushed my nipples with his thumbs. I squirmed. It was impossible not to. He took each nipple between his thumb and pointer finger and used feather-light pinches to tease me. My pussy ached and pulsed with need. I begged, “Michael. Please.” But I kept my hands above my head and my legs in the air, trying to do as he asked.

He smiled down at me before moving back to lick my pussy. I moaned. “Yes, Michael, oh please.”

His licks became more intense, more focused on making me come. “Oh Natalie,” he whispered. “I do love to hear you. It’s such a turn-on when you lose control to me, when you beg me.”

He took first one finger and then a second and thrust them into me, and I yelped out, ready to come. I was panting. I was borderline hysterical with need.

He stopped and said tenderly, “You can lower your arms and legs now.”

I looked into his eyes. He had promised to make me come the next chance we got. Those were his exact words. I looked at him pleadingly. I was becoming confused. I was losing all control. I felt tears building.

“No worries, Natalie. I promise. You know I am a man of my word.” He winked. “Patience. I love seeing you like this. I love making you feel like this. I can’t help it.”

He grabbed my face between his hands and slowly, deeply, intensely kissed me. I ravaged his tongue, his mouth, I sucked his lips one at a time, his teeth, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as tightly as possible. He took my face between his hands again and looked into my eyes. “Get on your knees, Natalie.” He smiled, and I complied willingly.


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Fall, Natalie’s Edge Book 2

Synopsis:

As Shakespeare wrote, “The course of true love never did run smooth,” and the love between Michael L. Black and Natalie Smith is no exception.

 

Having fallen deeply in love with one another, Michael and Natalie’s passionate and, at times, tumultuous relationship continues to teeter on the edge of happiness as they explore their deepest and sometimes darkest desires of games, bondage, and sex. Michael’s dominant tendencies thrive as Natalie craves to submit her body and mind to him, bringing her to sometimes excruciating pleasure. Love never felt so right.

 

But their relationship will be tested. Truths are hidden. Secrets are revealed. And when Michael’s insecurities inflame his penchant for control and punishment, all the trust and love they have worked so hard to build dismantles itself within one split second. Will they forgive and trust one another again? Or will the betrayal leave them on the edge of devastation?

 

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Excerpt From Natalie’s Edge 2: Fall

He pushed me away slightly and took my hand and brought me into the suite overlooking Boston. The view was beautiful as the sun finished setting behind the postcard-picture buildings. He placed me on the bed and began to kiss me between his short, breathless sentences. “I missed you too. My trip couldn’t have gone better. I want you naked. Now.”

I lost my steady breathing to sporadic breaths. “Michael, I don’t have time. I have to get ready. I need to dress for the party…unless…unless…you’d like to skip the party?” I asked with a hopeful innuendo in my voice.

“You come here late. You’re not ready. Now you want to argue with me?” He seemed angry yet playful. A deadly combination. “Don’t make me more disappointed than I already am.”

He began by first removing my black ballet flats, kissing my feet as I moaned.

“No time, Natalie?” he quizzed, looking up into my flushed face. “Mmmm. I have missed that moan.”

I breathed far too erratically. “Plenty of time, if you don’t mind being late to your party,” I managed, as he unbuttoned my jeans, pulled down my zipper, and yanked them off roughly.

“Oh, plenty of time, yes, Natalie. But we will not be late…” Oh no. I knew that inflection, that smirk.

“Aaah,” I groaned, my panties completely thrown to the side of the bed.

“Spread your legs for me, Natalie.” His eyes were that dark, sexy, sinister shade.

“Michael.” I shook quietly spreading my legs.

“I’ve missed you,” he said, slowly, delectably kissing my inner thighs and running his tongue in circles on my clit, lapping at me leisurely, torturously.

“I’ve missed you, Michael.” I panted, barely able to catch my breath and thrust my fingers in his hair again, trying to push my pussy up into his mouth. I was so wet, too wet.

“I can see that.” He smiled up at me, straddling me to remove my t-shirt. “Cute t-shirt.” He stared at me, leaving me lying on the bed in only my pink lace half-cami bra. I knew what he was about to do. I struggled to remain calm, still.

His fingers started on my sensitive, erect nipples, as I brought my legs together and his face to mine, kissing him passionately, moaning, diving my tongue into his mouth aggressively, tasting my juices on his tongue.

“Slow down.” He laughed. “So eager for someone who couldn’t find the time to see me earlier today,” he said sarcastically. “On your belly,” he ordered.

I complied. Before I knew what was happening, he handcuffed my hands behind me and swiftly turned me back over onto my back.

He began to tease my overly sensitive nipples as I squirmed beneath him. He sat on my pelvis. “Spread your legs, Natalie,” he ordered again. I paused, unable to pry my legs open. A climax was building inside of me. Jesus. How was that even possible?

“Michael.” I moaned. “Fuck me.”

“Natalie. That moan. What it does to me.” He was so intense. “Now how can I fuck you if you don’t spread your legs?” And I knew that tone all too well. I knew he was teasing me and I wondered what he was planning.

I squirmed unsuccessfully and let out an agonizing breath, opening my legs, but he didn’t stop tickling my nipples through the lace material that intensified the sensation.

He thrust his knee between my legs, forcing them to stay open, as the rest of his body’s weight held me captive, helpless, and vulnerable under his touch. “Do you like this, Natalie?” he coaxed, using his knee to not only prevent me from squeezing out an orgasm but also to stimulate my clitoris ever-so-lightly.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t concentrate to answer him.

“Answer me. Do you like this?”

“Yes.” I confessed.

“Good.” He kissed me passionately, moving his knee out of the way to stroke between the wet folds of my pussy, brushing my clit ever so lightly, so that I whimpered.

At least five long excruciating minutes went by as he tormented me with languid teasing.

“Please,” I begged.

He just smiled cruelly into my eyes. He was going to tease me, and I was going to remain helpless.

“You are so wet,” he teased. “If only you had come earlier. Now there’s no time to come.” He emphasized the last word. “What a shame.”

“Michael…”

When he released me, I was delirious, panting heavily. He said, casually, “Now go get ready. We’re going to be late. I don’t do late.” And he undid my handcuffs, taking them with him as he stood up.

The minute he removed them from my wrists, I realized how much I wanted them back. I was insane with lust, and it made me incensed, enraged. How dare he? “Michael!” I yelled at him. But he had shut the bathroom door to get ready, throwing me a white, terry cloth robe right before closing it.

I realized I had little time to do my make-up, style my hair, and dress myself, or I might have pleasured myself just to spite him. I decided to do my make-up and hair first. Dressing in this heated, soaked condition would not be a good idea. When I heard the bathroom door open, I said angrily, sarcastically, not even bothering to look up, “Such a gentleman to let a woman use the bathroom first.”

When I turned around, he grabbed my chin to look into his eyes, and I melted. All I saw were his overbearing, piercing blue eyes through his mask. I knew I should still be angry with him and his childish behavior, but he was so fucking sexy. I wilted and lightly touched his lips through the black material. His chest was muscular as it was, but in his costume, he looked even more so, impenetrable, masculine, in control. I wanted to fuck him more now than I did earlier. “Hello, Batman,” I purred up into his face.

He licked my upper lip and then my lower lip, as I felt my head hang back in total submission to his cupped, strong hands. All anger I had felt toward him evaporated and I drew myself against him. He was being a childish brat, but I missed him too much to care.

“Why aren’t you dressed?” He stopped his delicious invasion of my mouth and stared down at me. I was a dripping pool of desire and his persona only enlarged it.

“Because someone rudely took over the bathroom,” I barked and began walking into the bathroom. I gave pause. It was time for me to win a game or two with this controlling, irresistible man.

I stopped and placed my costume down onto the bed that he had just used to tease me. Turning my back to Batman, I slowly let my robe fall to my feet. I heard him gasp, and I could feel his stare blazing right through my back side. I almost lost my courage and trembled at what he must have been thinking, but I continued my show.

I stayed facing away from him, more so that I didn’t lose my nerve. I unclasped the little lace that covered my breasts and tossed it onto the bed. I bent the upper half of my body over the bed so that my ass hung in the air in front of him, slowly put on my sexy white lace hip-hugger undies, and retrieved my costume. I opened the package of my new pink tights and turned around to sit on the bed. I didn’t dare look into his eyes. He could have done anything he wanted to me and I knew I would let him. I needed to stay focused on teasing him, for a change. Focused on pretending I was the one in control.

I spread my legs slightly and snuck a glance in his direction. His mouth, under his superhero mask, was slightly open, incredulity evident in his eyes. I first lifted the right foot, pointed it straight up into the air, and peeled the first leg of the tight up to my knee. I repeated the process on the left foot, stood up, turned back around, and bent over, exposing my lace-covered ass as I gingerly and slowly folded the tights up over the cheeks of my ass.

I felt him move behind me, and I withdrew a breath, shocked and nervous my seduction would be taken over by him. In truth, I hoped it would. Having him in me would be delicious. He kissed my neck, fully exposed from the tight bun I had twisted atop my head, and whispered, “Games, Natalie? Are you sure you want to go down that road?”

The bastard. His voice undid me as my body quivered, causing him to chuckle and take a seat across the room to finish watching the silly girl put on her costume. I was flushed, hot, and longing.

I tried to regain confidence, trying to ignore the gaping stain of my arousal on my tights between my legs. I exhaled shakily and continued to dress myself under his watchful, slightly intimidating stare. I could see his cocky grin, which only forced more juice to drip out of me. His arrogance was such a turn on for me.

As I put on the pink leotard adorned with feathers around the collar that rose up into my neck, I noticed him shift in his chair, cockiness turning into desire. Yes. I thought to myself. I’m back in the game.

I looked down to my chest, ensuring the crystals were properly placed above my breasts under the white and silver feathers, but all I could see were my engorged nipples, begging to be touched and fondled.

A red rush of embarrassment engulfed me as I realized that the top had never been allowed to sit so firmly against my flesh. I had always been wrapped. It was borderline transparent. I blushed. If I wore the cami, it would show through and completely ruin the costume. Nope. He would have to stare at my swollen breasts all night, but so would everyone else. I flushed, embarrassed at my oversight.

I finished with a short pink pancake skirt, put a feather collar around my neck with matching feather cuffs—how ironic—and sat to lace up my pointe shoes. I felt special, beautiful, sexy. I felt like dancing. I only wore my pointe shoes occasionally at my summer camp to show the young girls. Wearing them made me feel a little too nostalgic.

“Ready,” I announced, standing on my tippy toes, then balancing on one toe as I dipped down to the floor, my right hand touching his foot, my left leg and arm straight out into the air.

He stared at me, stood up, and bending down to grab my chin he said, “I don’t think I want to let you out of this room. My god, Natalie, you have literally taken my breath away. God. Your legs.”

I froze, feeling guilty about the way I had just acted, and pushed my feet back into a flat position. Shyly I replied, “Thank you,” and did a small curtsey. I shrank at his sweetness. “The same could be said of you,” I added.

“Yes. Touché, Natalie.” But his tenderness was quickly replaced with a glare. “Beauty in every way aside, we are late, you are a tease, and you will pay on all counts. Come. Let’s go.” His dark side was back in full force, and somehow it made everything inside me tighten.


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Redemption, Natalie’s Edge  Book 3

Synopsis:

The road to love for Michael and Natalie has been a treacherous one. Lies and secrets have kept them apart and in darkness. But out of the darkness shines a light on understanding, self-discovery, and forgiveness. Natalie’s sexual awakening teeters on the edge of completion as she and Michael come to fully embrace and understand the bond they truly share.

 

But their undeniable bond will not come without more tests. Nothing is easy. And nothing seems to be working in their favor. When a secret is revealed that even Michael doesn’t know existed, it seems fate is out of their hands. All of the peace and self-acceptance they have worked so hard towards leaves them right back to the edge of darkness again. Can they find redemption together, or are they doomed to live a life apart forever?


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Excerpt From Natalie’s Edge 3: Redemption

He made his way back over to the bed and pulled all the covers off of me, exposing my body, which revealed my erect nipples through the sheerness of my lace bra. Just his mere proximity excited me. I shivered.

“Are you cold?” he asked facetiously. My apartment was warm, the heat paid for by the landlord.

“Slightly,” I said in the same tone back to him.

“Hmmm. Let me see then. Let me warm you.” He sat back down on the bed and took my coffee mug and placed it on the floor.

“Lie back,” he ordered. “Let’s see if I can’t make you warm again.”

“Michael,” I whined.

“Ssssh. Not a word, Natalie. Let me make you feel good. I owe you that. I hate to see you cry, especially over me.”

“I… I… have to get ready for work.”

“Not yet,” and he pulled out one of my scarves. “Wrists.”

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.

“Michael…”

“Trust me. You need this.”

I squirmed and shook my head, no, but oh how I wanted to say yes.

“Wrists, Natalie.”

I closed my eyes shut and held them out in front of me.

“No. On your belly.”

I flipped over and extended my arms back to him. He tied my wrists together tightly with the scarf. My breathing hitched and my pussy became moist almost immediately. He flipped me back over and kissed me.

I involuntarily moaned and he smiled. “Yes. Just the way I like you. Moaning and wet. I’m going to kiss and suck you to orgasm, Natalie. I want all your worries to wash away.”

I arched my back up and squeezed my legs together. “Michael.”

“Yes, baby. But lie back down. This is going to take a while.”

Oh god.

“Only think about every kiss. Every touch. Every suck and what it’s doing to your body. Like a form of meditation. Block out every worry. Every fear. And focus on that one spot of desire and the need that I’m going to create in it. A craving so strong. An almost cruel itch that only I can scratch. Focus on that ache. And only that. Let it build to an unbearable need so strong you almost can’t take it. But take it you will. And then… focus on the pleasure. Only that. That release I’m going to bring you.”

I couldn’t think as he began to remove my panties, drenched already with arousal and anticipation. He pulled them down to my knees, then holding my gaze steady, he began to kiss between my legs, blowing hot air on my pussy. His tongue found its way between my folds almost immediately and again, I arched my back up.

“Down, baby,” he ordered gently and I complied.

His tongue danced around my clit as I moaned and writhed to get closer and he stopped, licking his lips and staring at me. “Focus on the feeling. Absorb it.”

My eyes rolled into the back of my head and his tongue began a leisurely lick up and down my swollen clit and I groaned deep and loud, causing him to chuckle. “My itch. And only I can scratch it. And it’s going to be a while before I do.”

“Michael,” I breathed, panting. “Please.”

His eyes taunted me as he got up and made his way up my body. Licking. Biting, Nipping. Sucking. I squirmed and moaned and begged.

He kissed me and I could taste my juices on my tongue. “Do you like the way you taste on my lips?”

I flushed, embarrassed.

“It’s okay to admit.” He unsnapped my bra from its front clasp and I gasped as my breasts broke free from the tight confinement. “Mmmm. Beautiful.”

He rolled me over on my side to face him and positioned his face against one nipple. A hand found my other nipple and I yelped out. It was so sensitive. So alert. So in need of his touch. “Michael,” I moaned again as he put the other nipple in his mouth. His tongue snuck out and began to lick the tip of it in earnest. “Oh, Michael!” It felt so good.

One hand held the lower part of my back to push my body against his as his tongue danced over my nipple. Using the fingers of his other hand, he pulled, pinched, and tickled my other nipple. I became delirious from the attention given to my nipples, yelling out his name, begging for mercy, pleading for more.

“Mmmm,” was all he said. “Mine.”

“Yes. Yours,” I admitted.

He switched sides, licking the tip of my other nipple, which he had made beautifully tender and sensitive from his pinching and fondling, and pulled and twisted the other. It was almost unbearable, the need between my legs flaming, pulsing, begging for attention.

“Please,” I begged. I couldn’t help it.

“Yes. Natalie. In due time. Are you warming up?” he said between licks and pinches. “I love your sensitivity. It’s been too long since I’ve given them the proper attention.”

“Michael! Please.”

“Answer the question. Are you warmer?”

“Yes,” I panted. “Too warm.”

“I’ll decide when you’re too warm. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said, just barely.

“Yes…”

“Yes, Sir,” I said without flinching at all.

He smiled. “Mmmm. I like the sound of that.” He licked his lips. “And I’ll see right now if you’re too warm.”

He brought his mouth down my body as he pushed me onto my back again. He kissed and licked down my belly as I squirmed and writhed, anticipating how good it would feel when his lips and tongue found and relieved the ache between my legs.

“Yes. Please.”

He pushed my legs open and thrust two fingers into my wet hole and pumped hard and fast.

“Oh my god!”

“My itch to scratch,” he said, pausing to curl his fingers to find my g-spot. My toes curled as I felt an impending orgasm on me. “Itchy, baby?” he taunted.

“Yes! Yes. Please.”

“Not yet. I haven’t given you permission. I’m not done with you. Not quite warm enough for me yet.”

I felt those familiar tears overwhelming me again. The pain. The pleasure. The emotional turmoil and carnal lust I felt for him. I both loved and feared the reckless abandonment of giving up control to him. His dominance. I trembled.

“Ssssh. I’ve got you. I promise. Breathe… and trust me.”

He kissed my inner thighs as I moaned. His thumb lightly grazed my clit, up and down, leisurely, slowly, as his kisses tickled up and down my thighs, occasionally moving up to kiss the wetness of the lips between my legs. I didn’t think I could take much more.

“Michael. Please. I can’t take anymore.”

“Yes. You can. You don’t have a choice. You. Are. Mine. And I know you like it. So enjoy it and put away your guilt.”

He continued his torture upon my searing body, every nerve ending, every fiber attuned to his touch. His hands made their way back up my body, tickling lightly as he went, playing with the soft skin under my breasts. Finding my nipples, he pinched them, causing me to yelp out as his tongue licked strong and fast against my clit.

“I’m going to cum, Michael. I am. It’s coming. May I please cum?”

But he wouldn’t answer me. He licked my clit and darted his tongue into my wet hole as his fingers pulled and twisted my nipples. I was in pure ecstasy as the wave of orgasm began its point of no return.

I could feel his mouth smiling between my legs as he relentlessly licked and probed with his masterful tongue. He paused, “Not yet.”


Author Bio


R.B. O’Brien has always been drawn to the more taboo side of storytelling, even as a young adult, from hiding books from strict Catholic parents as a teen to getting lost in the erotic sections of bookstores for hours. As a writer, O’Brien explores the darker, erotic nature of relationships, those riddled with the reality of insecurities and human folly, exposing the vulnerability, emotional turmoil, and occasional pain that can come from losing oneself in the heat of passion.


O’Brien holds a degree in English literature and happily resides in the Northeast of the United States. Her first series, the highly acclaimed Natalie’s Edge trilogy, is now available in ebook format and print. THORNE, O’Brien’s anticipated dark romance series, begins with Rose’s Dark Contract, a tale where things are not what they seem.


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