Coming soon, Cowboys for a Cause!

I’m so happy to be a part of this awesome collection! Love cowboys!!

If you climb in the saddle, be ready to ride…

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Over twenty-five of your favorite bestselling and award-winning authors have rustled up some sizzling, Grade-A, top quality cowboys for you to enjoy in this epic western romance anthology. From heavy-handed herdsmen, bronco-bustin’ bad boys, and every kind of wild, wanton wrangler in between, the heroes of this steamy collection won’t be denied, and they’re guaranteed to leave you breathless.

Save a horse and…well…you know the rest. But don’t delay because Cowboys for a Cause is only available for a limited time. Rope your copy today!

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“Cowboys for a Cause”

CFAC_Banner (1)Introducing Cowboys for a Cause, a western romance anthology benefiting COVID-19 relief.  I’m so happy to be part of this  awesome collection releasing June 8th!

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If you climb in the saddle, be ready to ride…

Over twenty-five of your favorite bestselling and award-winning authors have rustled up some sizzling, Grade-A, top quality cowboys for you to enjoy in this epic western romance anthology. From heavy-handed herdsmen, bronco-bustin’ bad boys, and every kind of wild, wanton wrangler in between, the heroes of this steamy collection won’t be denied, and they’re guaranteed to leave you breathless.
Save a horse and…well…you know the rest. But don’t delay because Cowboys for a Cause is only available for a limited time. Rope your copy today!
The proceeds from Cowboys for a Cause will be donated in their entirety to Direct Relief Coronavirus Response and the Feeding America COVID-19 Response Fund. But please note that Cowboys for a Cause is not affiliated with or endorsed by either charity.
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‘VIRGIN’ New Sizzling Release from International Best Selling Author, Shanna Handel!

This is Book 4 in a stand alone series.

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Synopsis:

Yesterday I’d never been kissed. Today every inch of me belongs to him.
I didn’t ask for a guardian, but it wasn’t up to me.
I disobeyed him, just to see what he would do.
Then I found out what happens to bad little girls.

She earned herself a taste of my belt. She got much more than that.
I knew this sassy princess would need a firm hand.
I planned to take her over my knee.
Then I decided to take her as mine.

Publisher’s Note: Virgin is a stand-alone sequel to Bronson, Carter, and Rockland. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt

Dante

Charged with being the third ranking officer for the family mafia?
Piece of cake.
Charged with keeping the flighty baby cousin of the head of the family in line?
Maddening.
She’s young, smart, witty… and drop dead gorgeous. She’s five foot nine, and half of that height is her shapely legs. Glossy jet-black hair runs down her back. She’s perfected this little laugh and sassy flip of her hair over her shoulders. Drives the younger guys wild. The bone structure of her face has been likened to that of a Madonna. Dark perfectly arched brows, cheekbones to the high heavens, gliding down to draw attention to her full, glossy lips. A classic Italian beauty.
Who has no idea how beautiful she is. Or the effect she has on men.
All men.
Men I am magically supposed to keep from yearning for her. Sure, I can keep them away in proximity, but I can’t control the way they lust after her.
I seem to be the only single male immune to her charms.
Yes, she’s got an amazing body, a sharp mind, a quick wit. But she’s constantly late. Never met a deadline. Has no idea what a hard day of work is. Been coddled and spoiled since the day she was born. A daydreamer, always floating above the clouds. Or spending lazy afternoons basking on the shore, her nose stuck in one of her silly romance novels.
If I’m Type A, Adrianna is Type Z… the furthest from my kind possible.
And so, I was the only logical choice in the brotherhood to guard her.
It’s not that I don’t like her. Quite the opposite. I’ve observed her around the Parish. She’s kind, thoughtful. She loves animals, playing games with the children. She’s the only one who can lighten our leader’s stoic nature. She makes him laugh. I would find her to be as charming as everyone else does if she had a little taming. A few healthy boundaries, consequences for her whimsical, forgetful ways, a few trips over my knee, and she’d no longer infuriate me.
Alas. It’s not to be. Not yet, at least.
We have a hierarchy in the brotherhood. One put in place to protect our women. When a woman marries into the family, her husband is her protector. A man second to him is named, should her husband perish. But it’s only been enacted once. Recently in fact.
The man we are flying to the memorial of, Brett Bachman, was Rockland’s blood brother. He died three years ago. Rockland, next of kin, became responsible for Brett’s widow, Tess. At first, she was fine, needing him only to get through the funeral, the first memorial. The second year after Brett’s death, she began to spiral out of control, going down a dark tunnel of drinking and depression. Bronson enacted the hierarchy. Rockland moved in with her. Cared for her. Got her back on her feet. And they fell in love with one another.
I don’t fault Rockland for falling for Tess. She’s the kind of woman I usually find myself attracted to. Self-assured, hard worker. Devoted to the cause. Confident, knows her beauty. Dressing to accentuate her curves, bring out the highlights in her red hair. Calculated and cunning. A power player. She’s a tigress.
And Adrianna, a butterfly. Flitting about her day, clueless of the repercussions of her actions. Which is why she needs me.

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I enter behind her, locking the door. She’s facing me, her hands braced on the sink behind her. “You don’t have to do this, you know. I am sorry. I understand the importance of keeping the documents secure, now.”
I cross my arms over my chest and her gaze contemplates the size of my biceps. “That may be true, but you don’t understand the concept of obedience.”
“To be fair, you never said I couldn’t take them back.”
“Do you really want to be making this silly argument, right now?” My hand casually goes to the buckle of my belt.
Her eyes widen and she swallows hard, seeming to have trouble with the simple act of breathing. Or speaking, it turns out when she responds with a long string of stutters, “I… ah… um…”
“Let me guess. Never been spanked before?”
She bites her bottom lip and those wide doe-like eyes stare up at me, adorably terrified. It hardens my cock. I ignore the surge below my waist and grab her arm, turning her around so that she’s pressed against the sink, facing the mirror. I hold her there. Her fingertips dig into the sides of the counter, her lower stomach pressed into the edge. She’s frantically looking at me in the mirror and suddenly she’s full of fight, saying, “I’ll scream, I’ll call for the brothers, I’ll—”
“Honey. They all know who’s in charge. You think they’ll come to your rescue? They’d only come to watch.” That snaps her jaw shut. “Now, be a good girl and take your punishment like a lady or you’ll find we have other ways to punish naughty girls. Ways you don’t want to know about.”
There’s a hint of terror in her face and she swiftly becomes compliant. So she’s heard whispers from the other women about our sleek metal plugs. “Yes, sir.”
I’m surprised by her submissive words. Coming from her high, lilting voice, they cause more discomfort as my balls rise to the occasion, constricting with lust. Her dark hair falls over her face as she stares down at the sink. I tuck a strand behind her ear and say, “Look up.”
I want her eyes on the mirror. Watching her own reactions to the punishment as well as seeing me spank her. She calculates my intentions and in her cheeks is a lovely pink. She’s biting her lip and shifts her weight on her feet, squirming.
Already wet.
The tango that goes on between a dominant man and a submissive woman—there is nothing sexier in this world. And with a woman like Adrianna the only way to earn their full obedience, submission, the traits we need in order to keep them safe in this dangerous world, is by powerfully mastering their bodies.
I’m going to enjoy this.
My hand comes down hard on her full bottom. It lands with a satisfying slap, her flesh jiggling beneath my palm. Her first ever spank. It’s my privilege to administer this—
She releases a deep moan, right from the center of her core. I catch her gaze in the mirror and her lids are heavy, her brown eyes are filled with lust. I was not prepared for her response. She should be fighting, begging, crying for me to stop.
Not teetering on the verge of an orgasm.
My cock pulses, my trousers getting tight. Who knew hidden within this little bookworm was a wild cat waiting to be unleashed? Never mind her heated response—I’ve got to focus on the task at hand. Reddening her ass. Teaching her a lesson. Breaking through the pleasure to the real pain… the pain that will have her thinking twice before she chooses to disobey.
I strike again, much harder this time. My open palm lands on the center of her right cheek with a loud smack, her plush derriere jiggling on impact.
“Ow!” Her face flies over her shoulder. She’s looking at me in disbelief. “That hurt!”
“You’re getting the idea.” I bring my hand down again, same spot but on the left side. Even harder. She jumps, her hands going to protect her now stinging bottom. I easily trap both of her wrists in the loop of my hand. “Tsk, tsk, darling. No blocking.”

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Coming soon… ‘Daddy’s Demands.’ 25 hot and dirty stories available for pre-order at just .99cents.

There’s still time to pre-order your copy of ‘Daddy’s Demands’ for only 99 cents.  I’m so excited to be included in this amazing box set with these amazing, best selling authors. Check it out!!

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When Jamie entered the foyer, Reed was standing just inside the office. He deliberately checked his watch. “Fifteen minutes late?”
“I can explain,” Jamie said hurriedly.
“I certainly hope so, young lady.” He stepped aside and Jamie entered the office. Ethan sat behind his desk watching her.
“Good morning, Daddy Ethan,” she greeted solemnly and went to sit in the nearest chair.
“Don’t bother sitting down,” Reed remarked from close behind. His hand slipped under her skirt and caressed her bare bottom. “Good girl, you remembered not to wear panties.”
Without warning he splayed one hand on her belly to hold her still and shoved a finger up her pussy.
“Your pussy’s soaking wet. Is that why you’re late? Were you lying in bed with your legs spread wide and a dildo up your cunt?”
Jamie’s mouth flapped open and shut. This sort of questioning coming from Reed was shocking. “I made sure I woke up in plenty of time, but I got pulled over.”
Ethan shot Reed an innocent glance. “Pulled over?”
“I, yes, I was pulled over for speeding, but for the life of me I can’t remember driving fast.” Her pussy leaked, leaving a wet trail down the insides of her legs.
Reed held up the finger he just had in her pussy. “Ethan, I do believe our little girl gets off on authority. Is that what happened, Jamie? Did the officer who pulled you over get you all horny?” Before she had a chance to reply, he placed his wet digit between her lips. “Lick it off.”
Jamie eagerly took his finger into her mouth and began to suck. With his other hand Reed pushed her down to her knees and bent over. “That’s a good girl. You like tasting yourself. Soon Daddy Reed’s cock will be in your mouth, but you must be punished first.”
Reed pulled his finger from her mouth and yanked her up from the floor. Jamie watched as he began to unbuckle his belt. “Take off your blouse and bra.”

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How could she resist her sexy cowboy daddy?

Beneath hooded lids, Riley watched him walk to the door. “What am I supposed to call you?”
He stopped and looked at her. “Call me?”
“Yes, call you. Should I call you Mr. Wade, Jim, or how about Daddy?” The naughty part of her couldn’t resist poking the bear one more time.
He appeared to ponder a moment. “Maybe Daddy wouldn’t be a bad idea. You certainly could use one.”
“You made that observation quite clear, Mr. Wade.”

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War captured her, desire captivated her, but can her Viking captor truly possess her? ‘The Viking’s Possession.’

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Blurb:
After she saves the life of Prince Anders, the Viking warrior who took her as his captive and tamed both her body and her heart, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose knows that she can never return home again. She will belong to Anders forever, as his bride and his possession, destined to be used and enjoyed as thoroughly, shamefully, and often as he pleases.

Though Anders has proven many times that he is more than willing to punish her bare bottom harshly for any disobedience, with war fast approaching between her brother and her husband, Aurelie puts her own life in danger in the hopes of making peace. But when her reckless gamble goes wrong, can Anders rescue his headstrong young wife before any harm comes to her?

The Viking’s Possession is the sequel to The Viking’s Conquest, but can be read as a stand-alone novel. It includes spankings, and sexual scenes, including some scenes of sexual humiliation. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Dominant Anders – 18+
Ignoring me, Anders presses on, pushing the phallus inside my ass. I buck against my bondage as it invades me, utterly conflicted by the experience. The ropes make it impossible to prevent this intrusion, and we both know it. This is why Anders has chosen to secure me in such a bizarre way. My sex and my ass are totally exposed, and vulnerable to his every dark desire.
“Feel my phallus claim you, my sweeting.” His voice floats from down between my legs. “You will take this for me for the rest of this punishment, and whilst you do, you’ll remember who is in charge. You’ll remember who can touch, claim, and explore, and who must yield, receive, and endure.”
I groan again, my head now flat against the bedding as the stone fills my ass. It’s not the largest implement, and Anders’ manhood is certainly longer, but the hard, cold stone is different to what I’m used to. It’s odd and unsettling, reinforcing Anders’ point with perfect clarity—he is in charge. He is in control. All I can do is take it, take the phallus and take my punishment.
Once he is finally satisfied that I have taken the length of the stone, Anders swats my ass playfully. “Good girl,” he says teasingly. “You will keep that phallus in place until I tell you otherwise.” His body shifts and his face comes into view over my bound body. “Do you understand?”
I’m nodding even before I’ve had time to process his question. This is what Anders does to me. He takes my usual clear-headed wilfulness and turns it to mush. I can argue, I can push and protest, but in the end, I know I will always submit to this man. “Yes, I understand, my Lofðungr,” I murmur.
He nods, smiling as he leans down to plant a chaste kiss on my panting mouth. “Now, let me pleasure you some more…”
His body slips from view and I squirm needlessly in my ropes. It’s like I cannot keep still because I know now what he has in mind. He doesn’t want to pleasure me at all, he only wants to build me up to the brink of ecstasy, before abandoning the pursuit. He wants to torture me with denial—that is my punishment. As his mouth descends to my pulsating sex once more, I’m overwrought with misery. His ministrations are amazing, his tongue flicking over my excited nib at perfect intervals, whilst the phallus fills my ass in its hard and denigrating way.
Within a moment I am right there again. My mind reels, and I consciously try to control my breathing, reasoning that I can fool Anders. Perhaps if I don’t make my burgeoning pleasure so obvious, I can trick him into thinking I am not at the brink. Perhaps I can achieve my orgasm after all? The idea gives me a glimmer of hope. I close my eyes, willing myself to remain as calm as I can in light of his merciless pursuit of my suffering, but oh, Gods, it’s just too good. Before I know what is happening I am panting again, my nipples beading painfully as Anders takes me right to the brink, before—inevitably—stopping short of allowing me to climax.
This time I screech in frustration, not caring what the consequences of my outburst will be. Damn him! Damn this man who has captured me in just about every way possible. It’s as though this Viking can read my mind, and he knows instinctively when I am about to explode. He is the only man who has ever known me carnally, and it seems he is truly at one with my body.
“Now, now, Aurelie,” he tells me, admonishing me in a gleeful way. “What did I warn you about that pretty little mouth?”
My eyes fly open, and I moan out of instinct, my hips—still rolled forward by the bondage—struggling desperately for some stimulus as Anders shifts from the bed. I’m vaguely aware of him stripping beside me, and then he disappears from my view, striding to the other side of the room. By the time he returns, I’m desperate. The weight of the contradiction afflicts me. The same things that irritate and repel me—the strange bondage, the phallus shoved inside me, and the unrelenting denial of pleasure—also arouse me. I know without needing to check that I am soaking with desire. Anders is playing my body like an instrument.
“Open up, my sweeting,” his voice coos from my left side.
I blink up at his towering naked form. His body is hard, chiselled perfection, and his cock juts out eagerly in front of him. My eyes dart to his hand, which he presents to me. Between his thumb and forefinger is one of the small orange fruits he had taunted me with in the Viking camp. My belly knots in anxiety. I know what is coming next.
“Now, Aurelie,” he tells me, his tone increasingly insistent.
My lips part slowly, my breath shaky with apprehension as I comply.
The expression on Anders’ face is pure lust as he appraises me. “I warned you, my sweeting,” he purrs, and I watch as the fruit moves into view, descending slowly toward my waiting mouth. “I asked for silence, and since you cannot comply, instead I offer you fruit. I’m sure you remember my favourite fruit, Aurelie.” He chuckles at his own words. “I always keep a bowl of fresh fruit in my chambers.”
If he expects a reply, then he gives me no time to offer one. The orange fruit slides perfectly into my mouth, capturing my teeth around its soft flesh. He grins down at me, satisfied with what he sees, and I do not try to resist. The fruit, I suppose, is inevitable. He must have known I would never be able to contain my responses during this penance, even if I hadn’t. This is what Anders had planned all along.
The realisation makes me wretched, or at least it would do if I wasn’t so intolerably turned on.

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Bryn Aitkens is the daughter of my enemy.

And my enemies must pay.

Vengeance for the wrong done my family has driven me.

Consumed me.

And collateral damage means nothing.

So I’ll charm the innocent girl.

Seduce her.

Win her over, heart and body.

Ruin her for anyone but me.

And then strike the Aitkens family when they least suspect it.

For no enemy of the Cowen Clan goes unpunished…

Including her.