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Title: Claimed by the Devil (Bayou Magiste #1)

Author: Gianna Simone

Genres: Erotic Romance, Paranormal Romance

Categories: Interracial/Multicultural

Erotic Elements: BDSM

Publisher: Sizzler Editions

Release Date: August 27, 2013

Heat Level: Sizzling

Word Count/Length: 115,000 words/300 pages

Goodreads:https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18395696-claimed-by-the-devil

Available at Amazon

Helene Gaudet finds the perfect Dom in an internet chat room. It’s as if he can read her mind – and he knows how to make her beg. When they agree to meet in the real world, Helene realizes why her Dom knows her so well – he is none other than Devlin Marchand, the same man who handed her over years ago to a dark sorcerer – to be killed.

She thought she was free from suffering – including a rageful ex-husband who cursed her, leaving her unable to bear children. She wants to forget the past – but her lust for Devlin is so intense after each tormenting, releasing encounter, she doesn't want to leave him.

Devlin wants to repair his past wrongs – but guilt over his past betrayal is multiplied when he learns the curse that has dogged Helene for years comes from the trove of magic created by his very own family. Devlin fears the tentative relationship they've built will be destroyed – and he cannot allow that.

Can they overcome the past to have a future together?

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Prologue

Devlin stared at his father.  The older man couldn't be serious.

"Devlin, you must complete the task."  Maximilian Marchand's angry voice rang out in the room as he came out from behind the massive oak desk.  "This Saturday evening.  DeGarza has an event planned, and it is imperative Helene Gaudet be present."

Devlin shook his head.  He couldn't do it, couldn't turn her over to DeGarza, the psychotic fool his father blindly followed. 

"No, he's wrong.  She's not ... he's wasting his time."

"And why is that, young Marchand?"

The voice behind him slid over Devlin like ice, chilling his soul.  His stomach churned. 

"Sir, she's not as powerful as you think; she's merely a Creole, born of the Bayou."

Would the lie work?  While not as strong or gifted as a Sorceress, Helene's magical talents bordered on amazing.  An Enchantress possessing such robust powers, while not rare, did not go unnoticed.  The Tribunal who ruled the Magiste community kept a very close watch on all of its citizens and their level of magical skill. 

"Yes, but her powers are quite strong for someone so young."  DeGarza approached, his height imposing, his narrow face cold and hard.  "Her youth alone makes her magic so much more potent.  It's a shame for it to be wasted on Swamp Sludge."

DeGarza stopped right before Devlin.  Devlin forced himself not to react to the vile name the man used to describe Helene.  The effort to remain calm could possibly the most difficult thing Devlin had ever done since being forced to serve this madman.  But he couldn't obey this order.  The idea of Helene at the mercy of a monster such as DeGarza sickened him, even more than his own fear of the Sorcerer.

"You want her, don't you?  For yourself." 

The knowing look on the evil man's face spurred a panic Devlin hadn't felt in years.  He held his tongue.  Yes, he wanted Helene Gaudet, had wanted her ever since he'd seen her last year at the Mardi Gras ball, escorted by one of his classmates.  He wanted her to submit to him, wanted to play with her luscious body and make her scream his name with passion and pleasure.  He'd never told anyone.

"If I claimed her, sir, I could control her.  She would be bound to serve you." 

He prayed his promise would be enough to convince the insane, power-hungry, sorcerer to back off.

"And how would you do that?"

Devlin racked his brain, trying to recall more about the custom that popped into his head.  He'd never given it much thought before, but the idea took hold, and he could imagine her beside him here, in his home, in his bed.  He lifted his chin, determination renewed.  While rarely executed, the ritual was binding and legal.  She would be his.  And he could protect her.

"There's the Possede Puissant.  She wouldn't be able to refuse my orders once she belonged to me.  Her power would still be yours to control."

DeGarza stroked his chin thoughtfully.  He focused his black, menacing stare on Devlin again. 

"No.  I must own them, combine them with mine.  The only way to do it properly is to use the Remouvoir.  Bring her to me before Saturday.  You may go."

Devlin thought his legs might collapse beneath him, the spark of hope all but extinguished.  Yet, a glimmer remained, his mind racing with ways to stop the unthinkable from happening.  He slowly turned to the door, but his father's voice stopped him.

"Devlin, she is not worthy of you.  If Mr. DeGarza had been kind enough to grant your wish, I would have killed her myself.  Either way, you cannot save her.  Do not try to do so again."

Devlin swallowed the acid rising in his throat and nodded.  How in the world could he surrender Helene to be killed?  He had to find some way out of this.

"Young Marchand."  DeGarza's shout stopped him once again.

"Yes, sir?"

"If you fail, I will have to find another subject.  Your father has agreed that your mother will take Ms.  Gaudet's place should you be unsuccessful."

How Devlin remained standing, he didn't know.  His mother?  And his father had ... he glanced at the other man's impassive expression and hated him for everything he'd put them through, since aligning himself with DeGarza.

"How could you?"  He didn't even try to keep the disgust from his tone, releasing years of resentment.

Maximilian shrugged.  "To achieve our means, we must at times make sacrifices.  You're lucky, Devlin; you have a choice.  Be sure you make the right one."

His father knew Devlin would do anything to protect his mother.  That must be why he'd agreed to this madness.  He knew Devlin wouldn't let his mother face the same fate as so many others.  But handing over Helene would damn Devlin forever, while not turning her over would damn his mother to a torturous and prolonged death.  God, he'd always thought once he turned eighteen, he would be free, but a year later, he remained trapped.  And the situation had grown worse than he'd ever imagined.

He finally made his way out of his father's office, struggling to contain his lurching stomach.  There had to be some way he could stop this, save them both.  But how?

He had to warn Helene, get her to leave town.  Then he'd have to get his mother to safety.  First Helene.  If he could convince her to go, then he'd have a few days to figure a way to get his mother away from here as well.

Helene worked in a café in the Quarter.  What was the name of it again?  He headed toward Jackson Square.  Saving her might get him killed but he had no choice.

Title: Claimed by the Mage (Bayou Magiste #2)

Author: Gianna Simone

Genres: Erotic Romance, Paranormal Romance

Categories: Alternate Modern Day New Orleans Area

Erotic Elements: BDSM

Publisher: Sizzler Editions

Release Date: September 13, 2013

Heat Level: Sizzling

Word Count/Length: 95,000 words/275 pages

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18664198-claimed-by-the-mage

Available at Amazon

Lily Prentiss wishes she could ignore her inborn healing magic so she can live life on her terms, not follow the path her Magiste family chose for her. But when she stumbles across Aidan Marchand in the excruciating throes of evolving into a Mage, her touch is all that stops his pain and she can no longer deny her powers. When the sexy Dom seduces her into willing submission, she finds she doesn’t want to resist and actually enjoys giving up control.

Aidan has more to worry about than just his rapidly maturing powers – his business partner is blackmailing him into funding a venture that involves kidnapping young girls both magical and mortal, and selling them as sex slaves. Even as Lily’s touch eases Aidan's pain, he knows staying with her puts her in danger from his enemies. But the gift of her sexual submission helps him even more than her healing magic...so how can he let her go?

Teaser Excerpt:

The crack of leather against flesh, followed immediately by a muffled grunt from the submissive bound to the bench, cut through the spectator's hushed murmurs.  The spotlight bore down on the couple in the center of the room, leaving the rest of the viewing area shrouded with dark shadows.  The low-thumping bass of the music seemed to make the entire crowd throb together as they watched.

Ignoring the scene before him, Aidan Marchand stared at his soon-to-be-former business partner.  The man had finally cracked.  Another strike of the submissive’s flesh caught his attention and he looked back at the stage, unable to completely focus.  The scene ended when the woman writhed on the bench, clearly reaching the desired climax.  Her heat filled cries echoed in the room.  Aidan watched, but didn't really see, too distracted by thoughts of his business partner's insane suggestion.

"Think about it, Marchand." Eddie Orvano's his beady gaze focused on the couple leaving the scene area.  "The money we can make — "

Aidan held up a hand.  "Not here."

He glanced around, though no one paid them any attention.  Eddie led Aidan to a secluded corner.  The party wasn’t as crowded as it had been earlier, many of the single attendees either having left or found a partner to play with. 

Aidan closed his eyes against the throbbing in his head.  The pain in his temples had grown worse over the course of the evening, intensifying with every passing hour.  As soon as he let Eddie know he planned to end their partnership, he would head home to his comfortable bed and a long night’s sleep.  He had too many other issues to focus on and getting caught up in Orvano’s depraved scheme would ruin everything.

"Look at all these girls.  They’re playing," Eddie said. 

He waved a hand about, indicating several single women positioned at various places near the entrance, all of them subs, as indicated by the ribbons pinned to the right side of their outfits.  The one in the middle, a striking Creole Enchantress, caught Aiden's eye.  He recognized her instantly.  He and Eddie had a three-way with her several weeks ago.

"That’s what these parties are for.  To play."

Aidan emphasized the word.  What the fuck had he been thinking, coming here tonight?  He’d had no inclination to scene with anyone, but Eddie had lured him with the hint of a new business venture.  At first intrigued, now he wanted nothing more than to get away from the man who had finally let his fascination with the dark arts overcome him.  The "new business venture" turned out to be an illegal scheme only a person with zero morals would consider becoming involved in.  Eddie's idea wasn't about just playing with mind control and pushing the limits with magic and sex; what Orvano planned crossed the line from risky to insane.

"That’s not what I mean.  How many of these women really have any idea what it’s like to be a true slave?  No rights, no say in their lives.  Merely a possession."

The eagerness in Eddie’s voice, the unholy light gleaming in his tiny eyes, sent another flash of fiery pain through the center of Aidan’s brain.  He shook his head, then stopped when the ache worsened. 

"You’re a sick fuck.  That’s not what this is about.  What the hell happened to you?"

"Nothing happened to me except a need to make money.  Do you know how much some of those rich, foreign dignitaries will pay for American women?  I’d prefer non-Magiste women, but think about it.  All these lovely Enchantresses and low-level witches are easy enough to subdue.  You bind their magic; they’re the same as Mortal women.  I’m telling you, Marchand, we’d make fucking boatloads of money! I’ve got a business plan all laid out, the equipment and training locations selected.  Even a few potential customers.  Now it’s time to put the plan into play.  That’s where you come in."

"No way.  You’re not getting me involved!"

"You’re already involved, Marchand.  I need your money to secure everything and get this operation running.  I’m this close to hiring a manager to help with the details.  I've got a few trainers lined up, too.  It’ll be slow, at first, but once we pick up a few girls and a few clients, things are gonna get real busy real fast."

How Aidan managed not to lose his dinner right there on the floor, he'd never know. 

"You’re not getting one dime out of me.  I’m having my lawyer draw up papers to dissolve our partnership."

Aidan turned to leave, but Eddie’s grip on his arm stopped him.  He turned and stared into Orvano’s twisted face, taking in the man's thin lips curled with rage and beady eyes darkened with menace.

"You’ll stake me, Marchand.  That pretty Creole over there?  She told me she wasn’t willing with you.  She’ll testify before the Tribunal if it comes to that."

"What are you talking about?  She was more than willing with both of us and everything we did."

Aidan remembered the night.  While the evening had started out as enjoyable, he’d quickly grown tired of her attempts to top from the bottom.  His annoyance had led him to, perhaps, be harsher with her than he intended, but he knew she’d loved every minute of the way he whipped her.

Eddie shrugged, the skintight black shirt pulling over his shoulders. 

"You should see the video I got of you with that whip.  Left some nice marks.  She’s got photos of every one you put on her."

Aidan clenched his hands into fists, trying to force back the thumping in his head, which continued to increase with each passing second.  He needed to get out of there.  Now.

"Eddie, leave me out of this," he hissed through clenched teeth.

"You’re in … Until I say otherwise."

He scowled at the triumphant gleam in Orvano’s eyes, turned, and stalked off, his head near exploding.  If he didn’t get some air, he would pass out.  He finally made his way outside to the street, gulping in deep breaths.  The pain in his head spread down through his shoulders and along his back.  More than a headache bothered him.  Il Relache.  Why had the damn process chosen now to kick in?

He needed to get home, before the progression rendered him weak with the pain of his growing powers.  Where the hell was the nearest Portal?  He didn’t see any signs of the magical, glowing arch used for travel by the Magiste.  Damn! The closest one was through the park.  He straightened, forcing himself to concentrate on reaching his destination before he passed out.

Title: Claimed by the Enchanter (Bayou Magiste #3)

Author: Gianna Simone

Genres: Erotic Romance, Paranormal Romance

Categories: Sports-Themed

Erotic Elements: BDSM, Menage (M/F/M)

Publisher: Sizzler Editions

Release Date: 8/20/2013

Heat Level: Sizzling

Word Count/Length: 90,000 words/269 pages

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18366694-claimed-by-the-enchanter?ac=1

Available at Amazon

Regine Marchand loves being in control – and the role of domme is the perfect way for her to exert that control. An accomplished equestrian, she has her goals of championship in sight and no one will get in her way. Her life and future are in her hands, she doesn’t need to depend on anyone for success and happiness.

Cameron McIntyre is fascinated by the cool façade Regine displays, but senses the depth of passion lurking under her surface. Despite her protests to the contrary, he recognizes in her a desire to submit and be dominated. But when he is forced to suspend her from competition due to performance enhancement spells used on her horse, he worries he may drive her away, instead of into his arms. Believing her innocent of the charges, he vows to help her uncover who set her up while convincing her that submission to him is what she truly wants and needs. Submitting to the tall Irishman brings a new level of pleasure Regine has never known, at the same time making her question everything she knew about herself.

Regine is unaware an enemy from her past has targeted her for revenge. Together she and Cameron must discover who wants to knock her out of competition for good, possibly killing her in the process.  

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Reggie looked around the room.  The obnoxious dom seemed to have disappeared.  Good.   But she realized a hint of disappointment.  Scowling, she tried to recall if she'd noticed him watching David's flogging and could swear she'd felt his stare, hot and possessive along her body.  Possessive?  Where the hell had that come from?  Merde!  At this rate, she'd be a jittery mess of nerves before long.  She hadn't even seen his face yet, but he'd sure gotten to her in a weird way.  One she didn't really like, despite the question that taunted her by never really materializing, merely hovering at the far edges of her consciousness.  Daring her to reach out and … what the hell was she doing analyzing a disturbing reaction to a man she'd never see again?  Obviously the trip had left her too tired to be thinking as carefully as she usually did.  Time to leave.

"Dave?"

He waited quietly nearby, in a relaxed kneeling position, after the healthy climax she'd given him after his whipping.  Yet, the tense set of his shoulders told her he felt as out of place here as she did.  She smiled and appreciated his composure.  She still hadn't learned who'd sent the invitation and surely that added to her agitation tonight.

She counted on David for so much.  He was one of the best trainers in the field and he kept her focused.  And they had the benefit of sharing compatible sexual tastes.  They could play without commitment and still have their desires met.  The odd arrangement worked.  No reason to mess with the right formula.

Best of all, at least to everyone here tonight, she had firm control over David.  No, not everyone.  Him.  His words still rattled around in her head.

"What do you need, ma'am?"  David's voice suddenly sounded whiny and high.

Odd, she'd never thought that before, but in comparison to … Argh!

"I'm heading back in the morning, but I want the horses at the stable by Monday.  You'll have to leave by six.  Do you have everything you need?"

"Yes, the other hands are staying at the hotel near the stables, I'll let them know.  Do you need a ride?"

She shook her head.  "No, I'll just use the hotel Portal.  It's only one connection to New Orleans.  I'll be home before noon.  That'll give me Sunday to have everything ready for you and Valhalla before you get back.  Then we train for two weeks and head out for the Dallas Grand Prix."

"Shall I accompany you back to your hotel?"

"No, I'll grab a cab.  You go on ahead if you like."

David tilted his head and gave her a curious glance.  "But you didn't … I thought you’d want …."

Reggie found she had no desire for David to pleasure her, despite the simmering arousal still lurking beneath her forced concentration on the horses.  She ached to come, no doubt about that.  Whipping David had turned her on.  But, oddly, the thought of him touching her, kissing her, didn't bring eagerness, it brought a strange discomfort.  Especially with the notion the mysterious dom might be watching.  She'd head back to her hotel alone and take care of business herself.

"Don't worry about me.  I'm tired.  It's been a long week, and next week will be even longer."

She ignored his baffled expression, his hazel eyes narrowing as he contemplated her.  His scrutiny shouldn't trouble her.  He was her trainer, had worked with her for years and she normally felt so comfortable around him.  She silently cursed the feelings of unease and tension that sprang from nowhere.

"If you're sure," he finally said.  Despite his obvious intention to focus on her, his gaze kept flicking to something behind her.  Or someone.

Reggie turned.  Another domme, dark-haired with kohl-rimmed eyes, leaned against the bar.  The woman eagerly eyed David.  Maybe a little too eagerly.  Reggie held back a smile.  Better he had someone who would appreciate him way better than she could tonight.

"I'm sure.  If you want to stay here longer, feel free."  She bit her lip to hide the growing urge to grin at the red rising in his face.  She reached out to touch his cheek, but stopped and let her hand fall to her side.  "Go ahead.  I'll get myself back to the hotel."

"It's late, Reg.  You can't be alone this time of night."

She waved a dismissive hand before her.  "Nonsense.  I'll have the bouncer call a cab, and I'll be fine.  You go and have some fun."

David appeared ready to argue further, but wisely refrained, turning away instead.  She heaved a deep breath.  She had to get out of here.  Now.   The solitude of her hotel room awaited and she longed to be there.  She could teleport or find a Portal, but due to her unfamiliarity with the local Magiste, she decided traveling under Mortal means was safer.  A cab ride wouldn't take longer than a few minutes anyway.

She toyed with her pendant and the turquoise stone needed to channel her magic warmed under her touch.  The power taunted her, dared her to use it in front of all of these people.  She dropped her hand and turned to the door.

"Your sub is absolutely right.  Domme or not, it's not safe for a woman alone at night in the city."

She turned to see the still-masked dom standing a few feet away, his arms folded.  Her gaze landed on the ring of his right hand, and more specifically, the dark green stone in the middle.  That was an amulet stone.  He was Magiste?  She tried to recall if she'd noticed his hands earlier.  No, or she would have seen that ring.  Worse, how had she not picked up on his magical aura?  She might not be a Mage like her brother, who easily sensed such things, but then again, very few Magiste were born Mages, the mightiest of all Enchanters.   Despite Reggie's ordinary level of magic, Aidan had taught her a few tricks to discern someone's strength of power.  Self-defense, he'd explained.  So no ill-meaning Magiste men could catch her unaware.  Yet this man, clearly a member of magical society, had managed to cloak his energy.  And quite potent power it was, too.  Now that he'd revealed his magic, she sensed the depth of his strength.  The idea he might be a Mage, like Aidan, flitted through her thoughts.

"It's really not your concern."

"You are unfamiliar with the society here.  Or you wouldn’t be so cavalier about it.  Mortal men are bad enough, but the Magiste in this city are ruthless.  You wouldn't want to come up against them."

"I can handle myself."  Her voice didn't waver.  Good thing, since her throat was drier than the creek bed behind her cottage, after a year-long draught.   His presence alone seemed to cause the discomfort and she worried she might not be able to form any logical words.  This man left her so unnerved and off-balance.  She didn't like it one bit.  No one had ever ruffled her composure with just a few simple words and a stare.  A stare that, even hidden behind a mask, pierced her in ways she couldn't fathom.  She had to get away from him, not liking this uneven feeling at all.

"I wouldn't be able to live with myself, if I let you walk out of here alone.  At least let me make sure you get safely into a cab."

Sensing he wouldn't give up unless she agreed, she gave him a curt nod.  She'd be free of him soon enough.

She left the main room and stepped out into the foyer, the mysterious dom close on her heels.  After instructing the bouncer to call her taxi, she departed the party, the sounds fading when the door shut behind the dom.  She strode across the marble floor to the open elevator and pressed the button for the main lobby.  The dom stayed right with her, saying nothing.  Just staring.  She reached for her mask and pulled it away, hoping he would do the same.

When he did, she wished he hadn't.  Those piercing dark eyes were more devastating to her senses without the mask obscuring them.  She fought the sudden lump in her throat, her gaze taking in his firm square jaw, and a thick head of dark hair, that she imagined to be at least shoulder-length.  He had it pulled back, except for one unruly lock that fell across his forehead.  Her fingertips itched with the sudden need to touch it, to know if the hair felt as soft as it looked.

Despite her position in the furthest corner from him, the way-too-small elevator gave her no space, and his presence seemed to surround her.  She watched him warily.  What game did he play now?

"You have the most incredible eyes." His voice remained just above a whisper, deep and with a hint of danger that sent a shiver along her spine.  "They're almost silver, like shards of deadly ice."

"Remember that."  She lifted her chin.

"The ice?  A sexy biscuit like you?  I doubt that."

"No.  Deadly."  Why did she take such delight in knowing he found her attractive?  She pulled her gaze from his.  Big mistake, as it landed on his lips.  Full lips, above which, to the right, lay a tiny scar.  She wanted to lick it.

He chuckled, the sound oddly loud in the quiet of the elevator.  "I have no doubt you would be deadly, in the right circumstances.  Bet I could disarm you.  Leave you helpless as a kitten."

"You might try."

"Retract your claws, kitten.  No need to draw blood."

"According to you."

He smiled, an almost feral grin, and her heart beat in a strange uneven rhythm.

"That doesn't mean I won't enjoy feeling those claws on my back, when I'm fucking you so hard, you see stars."

She gulped, once again at a total loss for words.  She lifted her chin, her gaze still held by his.  He stepped closer.  She backed up.  He repeated his step and so did she, but found any further retreat halted by the wall.  The movement of his arm drew her attention and she realized breathing came a little easier when free of his piercing gaze.  Until she realized what he'd done.

The elevator ground to a halt after he pushed the button, but the expected alarms didn't sound.

"What are you doing?"

"Testing a theory."  He inched still closer, and she held up a hand.  Unfortunately, because of his proximity, her hand came up against his chest.  A solid, muscular chest, with a heart beating under her fingertips.  She drew away as if scorched.

"Enough nonsense."  She winced at the tremor in her voice.

"This is anything but nonsense."  He angled his head, moving in for a kiss.  She started to turn away.

"Don't move,"  he ordered.

She froze, once more caught by his gaze, the knowing glint in his eyes pinning her.

"You take orders well."

Before she could protest, he covered her mouth with his.  His lips burned.  She lifted her hands to his shoulders, but instead of pushing him away, she tightened her fingers, as if trying to hold on.

He moved slowly, tasting and nibbling, but made no move to otherwise deepen the kiss.  Giddy sensations started deep in her belly, uncurling through her body, settling with a pulsing ferocity in her clit.  When he drew away, she blindly followed, not willing to give up the delight building within.

His chuckle rang in her ears, and her eyes fluttered open.  His smug smile quickly cooled the heat blistering through her veins.  She lifted her hand, intending to slap him, but he caught her wrist, then did the same with the other when she again moved to strike.  All too soon, her arms were pinned behind her back when he pressed his full length against her.  Her heart threatened to explode out of her chest.

"Hitting a dom will get you punished."

"I'm no sub,"  she hissed.  "Let go of me."

He gave a nearly imperceptible shake of his head and she tugged against his grip.  Her attempt seemed weak against the iron hold he had on her.

"I will have such fun taming you."

"You can try, but you'll never succeed."

One dark eyebrow arched, and she attempted once more to free herself.  She couldn't and remained helpless in his grasp.  Liquid pooled between her legs, and her clit ached, needing to be touched.

"It's obvious you like it when I subdue you.  I have so many ways I'd like to do that."

Her breath hitched, and his lips curled in a knowing smile.

"So the kitten does like to be caught.  I thought so."

"No, I'm a domme.  I get off on being in charge.  I do not want to be controlled."

"Surely you know the sub is the one with all the true power."

He ran a finger along her jaw and she fought to keep the shiver suppressed.  She failed.

"You have an exquisite fire, one that should be stoked and not extinguished."

She closed her eyes, wishing she could leave.  Damn her body for reacting this way.  She got off on dominating, not submitting.  Then why was she wetter than she'd ever been before?  Her breasts hurt with the need to be touched, suckled.  She groaned, wishing she'd never decided to come to this party tonight.

"Look at me."

His words held a stern order, and despite her intentions, she obeyed.  She caught his stare a split second before his mouth crashed down on hers.  This time he was forceful, demanding entry with his tongue.  She had no will to resist and allowed him in, her knees buckling as the rush of desire overcame her.  He continued to hold her captive against him as he tasted her, finding every spot that left her a panting puddle, ready to melt at his feet.

Abruptly, she found herself released, and the car once again began to move.  She didn't dare look at him when she tried to right her coat over herself, patting her hair, and trying with little success to steady her racing heart.

"I can't wait for the chance to really teach you how to submit:  To me."

"Don't hold your breath,"  she forced ice into her tone that she didn't feel at all.  Not with the heat still licking at her core and making her crave more of this infuriating man's touch.

The elevator dinged, signaling their arrival at the lobby level.  The doors whooshed open and he waved an arm indicating she should go first.  She did, her head held high, and was relieved to see the taxi waiting out front.  She didn't look at the dom again when she slid into the vehicle and gave the driver her hotel name.  And she didn't look back when the cab drove off.

About the Author

I'm a born-and-bred Jersey Girl, with Brooklyn roots, and I still live where it all started. I married my very own alpha male many eons ago, and am a former full-time working mom to two school-age children. Needless to say, free time is always at a premium, and I spend the bulk of it lost in the worlds of my own making. I love to read and write hot sexy and emotional stories about people both glamorous and not-so-glamorous. And some of them are even downright un-heroic at times, which is part of what makes them so sexy, in my opinion!

On those rare occasions when I am not writing, you can catch me playing in my other favorite alternate worlds of Highlander, Harry Potter, Charmed, and DragonBall Z! Yes, I know, an odd combo, but they all feature some of the sexiest villains ever. I'm also a HUGE fan of the NY Rangers, Criminal Minds, Vikings and All My Children – I am thrilled AMC has returned.

My books, which usually involve BDSM themes, and range from historical to paranormal and futuristic/sci-fi, are available through Renaissance Ebooks Sizzler Editions and Pink Flamingo Publications.

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