The Author Diary 2018 (An Author’ Tool by Lauren Clarke)

 

Title: The Author Diary 2018
Author: Lauren Clarke
Genre: Non-Fiction
Release Date: November 30, 2017

 

 

Blurb
Make 2018 your
best writing year yet!
The Author Diary is
the perfect tool for every author to keep them on track for the year ahead. With
spaces for you to put in weekly writing goals and word-count tallies, this is
bound to help you get things done in 2018.
Features include:


  • Monthly articles: Words of wisdom
    from industry professionals to inspire you on your writing journey,
    no matter which stage you’re at
  • Noteworthy quotes: Writing gurus offer
    words of advice on the craft we all love (and sometimes, love to
    hate)
  • Goal-setting space: Weekly and monthly
    goal-setting space from both a word-count and marketing perspective


Set yourself up for
the best start to 2018 possible—with The Author Diary. Let’s make your
dreams happen together. 
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Author Bio
Lauren Clarke is an editor of fact and fiction, specialising
in the romance genre. With more than fifteen years experience in the publishing
industry, she is passionate about helping writers to create their perfect
story. 
Lauren works in development, line and copy editing,
helping you to finesse your story arc by eliminating plot holes,
strengthening your characters and ensuring your pacing keeps readers turning
the page. 
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Master Bits and Mercenary Bites by Lexi Blake and Suzanne Johnson

 

 

From the creators of Master Bits and Mercenary Bites, New York Times bestselling author Lexi Blake and Southern food expert and USA Today bestselling author Suzanne Johnson, comes a new look at the Masters and Mercenaries world—Girls Night.

Join us for easy to cook, delicious recipes and stay for the stories of the women of McKay-Taggart. From slow cooker special dinners to cocktails that will elevate your game, Suzanne will show you that easy can be delicious.

Lexi dives into what happens after happily ever after. Charlie and Ian try to have a night out—but their kids prove that anything can happen when Taggarts are involved. Faith and Ten get a gift they never expected. Karina and Derek go on a stakeout. And Serena finds the meaning of Bliss. All these stories and more explore what it means to be a wife, a mother, a woman navigating love and responsibility.

Good meals, good times, good friends.

Bon appétit!

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It’s no secret that I love Lexi Blake! I have since the very beginning. Not only have I been a huge fan from the start of one of my favorite series of all times, Masters and Mercenaries, but I was also a huge fan of her alter ego, Sophie Oak, (And that’s when I didn’t know they were one in the same!)

I also loved the last combination cookbook and Slice of life vignettes that Lexi came out with. There were not only some very cool stories, but I’ve found some yummy new favorites for my recipe file. This time around, Master Bits and Mercenary Bites:Girls Night, has some amazingly tummy rumbling new recipes that I’m totally stoked to try out! Coconut Shrimp, Spinach and Artichoke Dip, Tiramisu, Stuffed French Toast, and OMG Key Lime cake!!! I swear I’m ready to start in right now!

Plus, the stories were just fabulous! Jessie and Phoebe spend a night with Adam, Jake, and Serena’s kids as Jake and Adam run off to Bliss, Colorado to save Serena from the nudists! And Serena ends up in a jail cell in Bliss and finds herself surrounded by the craziness of the citizens of Bliss! There are all sorts of fun shorts in this book along with gastronomic delights! It’s worth every penny and more!

5stars

 

 

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Excerpt from Rough Night

 

“You taste better than any pie, my Charlie,” Ian whispered against her lips. His hands tightened on her and she felt one of those big palms stroke her thigh. “Why don’t you straddle me and let’s see what happens.”

She knew what would happen. She placed the tray of treats on the table beside them and gingerly shifted, twisting so she straddled her Master’s lap. Yes, there it was. His cock was right against her pussy. All she had to do was…

Ian groaned as she rolled her pelvis. “That’s right, baby. Now give me some of that sweet, sweet lemony goodness. Ride me and feed me. That’s what I want. Let me watch you come.”

“And if I can make you come?” It was a fun little game. She would try to see if she could get that big dick of his to go off before she did.

“Then I’ll walk around for the rest of the night a bit on the uncomfortable side,” he replied, his hands finding her hips. He shifted and she found herself with her clitoris in the perfect position. “But that’s not going to happen. I know exactly how to make you moan, Charlie baby.”

She felt her phone vibrate. Charlie winced. “It’s another text.”

He pumped his hips up against hers. “Answer it. If it’s anyone except Malone telling us one of the children is missing, I’m texting them a dick pic and asking them to leave us alone. Let’s see if you can text while I do this.”

His erection slid over the perfect place and Charlie could feel the orgasm starting to build. How could he still do this to her? All he had to do was start touching her, using that deep Dom voice on her, and her whole body was ready to comply to his any and every whim.

Did she have to answer? It probably wasn’t anything important. Was anything in the world as important as the way this man made her feel?

“Give me a taste of that tart, baby. Or better yet, pull those pretty nipples out and let me taste them. Let me lick and suck and bite on those sweet nipples.”

Her vision was going soft as he hauled her close.

And her phone vibrated again.

“Ian,” she started.

“Do what you need to,” he replied as he licked her collarbone. “I’ll do what I have to.”

She was going to kill whoever was texting her. It was probably Malone, trying to figure out where the damn marshmallows were.

She bit back a groan and reached for her phone. It better be so good because she was getting close, and the minute Ian started sucking on her breasts she wouldn’t be able to hold…

Do you have a fire extinguisher?

“What?” Charlie shifted, trying to get a better grip on the phone.

And the chair under Ian kind of exploded.

Charlie hit the floor, her knees knocking on the tile. Ian had gone backward but he’d managed to twist his body so he landed on his shoulder instead of knocking the back of his head against the windowsill.

Panic flooded Charlie’s veins. She scrambled to find her phone. “Ian?”

“I’m fine,” he groaned. “Call him. Damn it. Can’t we have one fucking night out without the world coming to an end? Ah, yeah, this is going to hurt.”

Had he thrown out his back again? She couldn’t stop and find out. Sarah Stevens was here somewhere and she was a nurse. Surely she could help.

Charlie grabbed the phone from the midst of the now fallen lemon tarts. The tray had turned over, but there were still several that had landed on the table. She would have to shove those in her purse if they were about to flee home. With shaking fingers she dialed the number for Michael.

“Hey, Charlotte, I think I got the fire out. Boomer stopped, dropped, and rolled on it. That did the trick. The girls thought it was hilarious, but we’ve got another problem now,” Michael was saying.

“There was a fire?” She practically screamed the question.

“Tell Boomer to sit on it,” Ian said from the floor. “Put him on speaker.”

She didn’t need his sarcasm, but he had the right to listen in. She clicked to go to speaker. “Where was the fire, Michael?”

“Well, you see when I told the girls we could have a campout in the living room, I kind of thought we would build a fort made out of sheets, you know what I’m talking about,” Michael continued, his Texas drawl slow and steady. “Damn, Charlotte. I didn’t think the girls would take it so literally.”

Her girls took everything literally. “The girls tried to start a fire? In my living room?”

“It was minor,” Michael promised. “Mostly because they couldn’t take apart the furniture to burn. That was their plan. Apparently Ian taught them how to use whatever’s around to stay warm in case they find themselves out in the woods at night. I saved the sofa, but they did manage to get that wicker basket of yours to burn. Kala said she had to use it because she couldn’t get to the hatchet.”

Charlie turned to her husband. “Why would our daughters know how to use a hatchet?”

He was a nice shade of pale and his shoulder seemed weird. “You told me to teach them some life skills.”

She was going to kill everyone.

 

 

 

 

 

About Lexi Blake:

NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog int eh world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.

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About Suzanne Johnson:

Suzanne Johnson is family-trained, a south Georgia native who’s been cooking all of her life, creating not only some really unique food, but precious memories that re-occur every time she smells something simmering in the oven. In all of her books, Suzanne shows that making a delicious meal doesn’t have to be complicated — it just has to be made with love. So go ahead, don’t be bashful, dive right in. Who knows? You might just make a few memories of your own.

Daddy’s Home by Zoe Blake

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Dark and tempting, Daddy’s Home by Zoe Blake NOW AVAILABLE!
He’ll do anything…anything…to break her.

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No one escapes their past.
Two years ago she ran, but now he has found her.
He will make her pay for her past mistakes.
Trapped alone in a cabin with him, there is no hope for rescue or redemption.
He wants information and refuses to believe she doesn’t have the answers he seeks.
He’s willing to do anything…anything…to break her.
And he will get what he wants.

AUTHOR NOTE: This book is edgy, dark and dirty. If the possibility of having your boundaries tested does not appeal to you, then please do not purchase.

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Daddy’s Home is a bit of a dark romance, and I will admit I came pretty close to not reading it, but I hung in there with it and it actually turned out to be an interesting story.

Chloe is hiding out in her uncle’s cabin in the woods after having an awful day. Her ex boyfriend got out of jail and had hunted her down looking for something she’d run off with after turning him in. Logan is a man on a mission. He’s been sent by his client’s to retrieve something in Chloe’s possession, and he breaks down the door of her cabin to get it. What happens next between the two is some kinky daddy/babygirl play, until Logan finds what he’s after.

Despite the violence in this story, Logan actually turns out to be a decent guy. Chloe makes some decisions that I questioned, but in the end, Logan ends up being the protector we find out that he is early on. While I’m not a huge fan of daddy/baby girl romances, this one has a good, suspenseful back story to it. Enough that it kept me reading the entire book once I picked it up.

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We are all attracted to the forbidden, addicted to the rush we get from reading something naughty. We love to lose ourselves in the fantasy. The powerful lord who sweeps the lady away to his remote estate to ravish her. The cowboy who takes the sassy city girl over his knee to teach her a lesson. The Scottish laird who prefers to make love in the wild. I write those romantic fantasies.

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What Happens During The Holidays Anthology

 

Title: What Happens During the Holidays
Authors: E.M. Abel, Renee Ericson, Lucy Gage, 

Jessica Ingro, Kelli Jean, Elle Jefferson,

Cheryl McIntyre, Beth Michele,

Tessa Teevan & K. Webster

Genre: Romance Anthology
Release Date: November 27, 2017
Blurb
Holidays happen.
It’s inevitable.
Emotions run high
and plans can get turned upside down, landing you in bed with someone so far
off the radar you never saw them coming.
Is it love? Is it
lust? Or is it just what happens during the holidays? 
*What Happens
During the Holidays is a collection of fun and sexy holiday short stories from
a group of fun and sometimes sexy authors. Or maybe they’re ninjas.*
All proceeds to benefit Direct Relief
 
Coming Home by E.M. Abel
Fortune by Renee Ericson
The Meeting by Lucy Gage
Love Square: The Remix by Jessica Ingro
Mahalo by Kelli Jean
Big Mistake by Elle Jefferson
A Gift from Fate by Cheryl McIntyre
Going Down by Beth Michele
The Naughty List by Tessa Teevan
Naughty St. Nick by K. Webster
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What Happens During The Holidays is an anthology of short stories by 10 different authors. While I’ll admit I haven’t read any of the authors in this anthology before, I really enjoyed the stories in this anthology, though I was a bit frustrated with some of them when they ended abrubtly, probably to continue in another book from the author.

Among my favorite stories in this holiday anthology were the following stories, The Meeting by Lucy Gage, Love Square by Jessica Ingaro, Mahalo by Kelli Jean, (my favorite!) and Big Mistake by Elle Jefferson, (although this is one of the books that ended on a cliff of sorts.)

Not all of these stories were necessarily holiday themed, some happened around the holidays. But it was still an enjoyable selection of stories nonetheless.

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Happy Spanksgiving (Suncoast #62)

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When Max, Sean, and Cali throw a Suncoast Society party, it’s usually a doozy. Unfortunately old, painful memories are uninvited guests when they get unexpected news about someone from their past.

While others are celebrating, the triad is examining their emotions. Not even Baxter high on catnip, a repentant T-Rex, or a pregnant and hormonally psychotic bestie’s snark can completely lift their mood over what’s happened.

But when a karmic opportunity presents itself to do the right thing, can their hearts and peace of mind handle being kind, or will they take their friends’ sound advice to walk away?

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It’s time for another holiday party! Tony has of course sent out the invitations, (Oh, how I wish one of those showed up in MY e-mail! *longingly sighing*) and once again, Max, Sean and Cali are hosting the kinky soiree.

Cali is working on another of her headers for the web site, trying to come up with an idea. Then, she gets a call from Loren that brings back a blast from the past that isn’t so welcome.

Max and Sean both have to deal with the emotions that are brought up from what their ex, Lydia had done to them. While she had hurt and humiliated them, she did bring them together and Cali would have never been in their lives if not for her. Cali also has to deal not only with her guys emotions, but with the drama Lydia brought into her life. With the party looming, the Suncoast gang does what they do best, they turn what is a troubling situation into a family support. The party is a success, and a T-rex makes an appearance that is the highlight of the party.

Cali, Max and Sean also appear in books 12, (Crafty Bastards, their original story) 21, 47, and 50. (Kinko De Mayo, Happy Spank Patrick’s Day and This Moody Bastard.) As usual, Tymber makes you feel as though you are part of this group of kinky friends, and unlike most other books, the reader feels as though they are right there in the thick of things. Tymber has been one of my favorite authors because she’s so down to earth and 62 books later, you just don’t want the ride to end!

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Max and Sean had already left for work, and Eddie was sitting on the kitchen floor, playing with a couple of wooden spoons and three overturned metal pots, while Cali stood there and went through her e-mail on her tablet. She’d already fed the toddler, who’d likely be ready for a nap soon.

She definitely didn’t mind playing Aunt Cali, but yeah, she felt herself itching to be immersed in her usual routine. Motherhood did not suit her.

Just another affirmation that their decision to not have kids had been right.

Cali much preferred this, a temporary situation that had a set timeframe. Eddie was fun and all, but handing him back was a relief at the end.

As if reading her mind, her phone rang, Essie calling.

Cali answered. “Hey, momma. How’d it go?”

She laughed. “Well, if I wasn’t pregnant already, I probably would be now, after last night. Let’s just say the guys are enthusiastic about being fathers again. How’s my little bean?”

“That noise you hear in the background is him auditioning to be Mevi’s new drummer.”

“Thank you for yesterday. I really appreciate it.”

“Hey, what are besties for if not to convince you you’re acting psycho and need your men?”

“True story. Mark is going to drive me back later today. The house they’re working on for the show is really bad. Lots of mold going on from an old roof leak. They don’t even want me in the hotel with them, because they’re afraid they might bring in contamination on their clothes.”

“And they’re back to treating you like fragile china since you’re preggers.” Which was exactly what Essie’s men had done the last time, to an infuriatingly adorable level that had driven Essie nuts.

“Exactly.”

“No worries. We’ll be here when you get back. Are we going to spread the word about this yet?”

“Not yet. I want to go to the doctor and let a couple of months go by first. After…” She sighed. “After Mal.”

“Yeah, I get it. No worries.”

“I already called my doctor and made an appointment for next week while all three of them sat there staring at me.”

“Good for them.” Her phone beeped, and she saw it was Loren calling. “Hey, I need to run. Loren’s calling me.”

“Okay. Thanks again. We love you guys.”

“Love you, too.” Cali switched to Loren’s call. “Hey, lady. Wassup?”

“Do you have a minute to talk?” Her voice sounded grim, serious.

“What’s wrong?” She stepped out of the kitchen and into the dining room area, where she could still see Eddie sitting on the floor and playing but he hopefully couldn’t hear as well. When he was over, she reflexively checked the locks on the sliders, keeping the upper bolt pins in place as a precaution, to make sure he couldn’t get out onto their lanai and into the pool. She’d already checked them three times that morning.

“You alone?”

“Well, sort of. I’m babysitting Eddie.”

“Oh. Okay.” She took a deep breath. “Ross received a disturbing call a few minutes ago that you need to know about.”

A chill settled through her. “What?”

“Lydia was murdered last night.”

Cali was glad one of the dining room chairs sat right behind her for her to sink into. “What?”

“I don’t know all the details. Apparently, she was trying to run a pro-Domme gig off Craigslist, and it looks like a client killed her. She was renting a room from a woman down in Osprey, and when she came home this morning from working an overnight shift, she found Lydia dead. They estimate her time of death around midnight, plus or minus an hour or so. This is a rapidly developing situation, as they say.”

Shit!”

“Yeah.”

Cali had hated the bitch, both for the scam she’d tried to pull on Cali and how Lydia had treated Sean and Max when she was with them, and she’d reveled when she’d found out Lydia was working a gig at a fast food restaurant…but she hadn’t wanted her dead.

Not…seriously. Just in a revenge fantasy way that no one expects to happen.

Although…

“That’s disturbing, but why do I get the feeling there’s more to this than meets the eye?”

“Because Max and Sean will likely be questioned by the police. Apparently Lydia had a bunch of information about her exes, and Sean and Max’s info was there, too. I would expect police to contact them by the end of the day today, at the very latest. Likely sooner. And you, too, since you’re their wife. This was a courtesy call from a friend in common who personally knows the history between Lydia and the guys and who is 99.9% certain the guys had zero to do with it. That’s why I’m calling you and Ross isn’t, if you catch my drift.”

Cali caught it, all right. Trying not to let anxiety get the better of her, she forced herself to stay calm. “Did they arrest the guy yet?”

“No. They’re still trying to figure out who he is. But our friend in common wanted the guys to be prepared for contact with law enforcement. It’s standard operating procedure in a case like this. And if they feel they want an attorney when they talk to the cops—which is totally within their rights—to call Ross immediately and he or Ed will go.”

Cali felt…numb. “Yeah, okay. Thanks.”

“You might want to call them sooner rather than later about this.”

That meant as soon as they hung up. “Okay. Do we know how she was murdered?”

“The…friend in common wouldn’t say specifically, because it is an ongoing investigation, but they indicated it was blunt force trauma.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. Maybe tell your guys to stay out of the workshop for a couple of days so their knuckles aren’t all busted up, too.”

This felt…surreal. “Yeah, thanks.”

“I’ll let you call them and tell them. I’d do it pretty quick. Talk to you later.”

“Thanks.”

Cali needed a moment. She felt…ill. Shaky. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. Nothing like this had struck so close to home.

She wasn’t sure what the guys’ meeting schedule was like for today, so she texted Max.

 

Need to talk. Now. Urgent.

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Her Best Friend’s Husband by Doris O’Connor

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Your best friend’s wedding is not the time to realize how much you love him…

Wedding organizer Naomi Young is not only head-over-heels in love with her best friend, she lusts after his husband.

Which is all kinds of wrong—isn’t it? Maybe not. Especially when she discovers the attraction is not as one-sided as she thought.

Dom Dawson Monroe has never had a problem going after what he wants. Both he and his new husband Josh Garrison enjoy a woman’s soft touch, so who better to satisfy that need than the one woman Josh is madly in love with? Time to claim them both as his submissives.

Convention be damned. Happiness is to be found in the soft curves of Naomi’s body, as long as they can convince her that this is forever. Only time will tell if the loving twosome can become an even more loving threesome.

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My Best Friend’s Husband is an inter-racial, M/M/F short story by super storyteller Doris O’Connor. I’m always on tenterhooks waiting for Doris to come out with a new story, and every time, it’s worth the wait!

Wedding planner Naomi is stuck in the wedding from hell, her best friend’s wedding. The problem? She’s in love with him, and thanks to his crazy uncle, he’s marrying another man. Both Josh and Dawson are in love with each other, but when they get back from their honeymoon, Dominant Dawson and Naomi’s best friend and fellow sub Josh begin their campaign to let Naomi know that they intend to bring her into their family, making them a triad.

This may be a short story, but it’s packed full of steamy hot romance and sex that can’t be missed. It’s another rousing success for Doris O’Connor!

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“Perhaps the boy’s timing was unfortunate, but he would only owe you an apology if you hadn’t enjoyed that kiss. And we all know you did. I’d wager you’re getting wet just remembering those kisses. I know I got hard witnessing it. You two look hot together.”

 

Naomi gasped and opened her mouth as though to protest, but one knowing smirk from Dawson meant she simply shook her head.

 

“Nothing to say to that, little one?”

 

That question, delivered in that deep, dark, gravelly voice—his Dom voice, as Josh called it—appeared to have the same effect on Naomi, as it always did on him. Her breathing sped up, and she tensed. While he couldn’t see them from his position in his back seat, Josh bet his next orgasm that her nipples were hard little beacons signaling her arousal as clearly as the moan she swallowed. It made him wish this infernal journey was over already. He couldn’t wait to see his life-long friend squirm in pleasure under his and Dawson’s hands.

 

His Master’s gaze dropped down to Naomi’s cleavage and Dawson’s grin turned positively sinful.

 

“Never mind words, your body gives you away. If I touched you now, I’d find you sopping wet for us, wouldn’t I? In fact…”

 

Dawson reached across and placed his large hand on Naomi’s knee. She jumped but didn’t stop him as he proceeded to pull up the hem of her dress, exposing acres of dark skin.  The contrast of Dawson’s much lighter hand on Naomi’s thighs was startling. Josh groaned, and Naomi crunched the gear again as the traffic started moving.

 

“Please, I … don’t.” She flung an imploring look at Master and gasped when his hand briefly disappeared between her ample thighs. Josh balled his hands into fists to stop himself from grasping his dick, because seeing Master’s hand reappear seconds later, his digits glistening with the unmistakable evidence of Naomi’s arousal … fuck, that was hot.

 

Dawson grinned, licked one digit, and then held his hand out for Josh.

 

“Here, have a taste.”

 

His amber eyes darkened when Josh grasped Master’s hand. Naomi’s sweet, addictive taste exploded on his taste buds, made ten times more potent because it was mixed in with the familiar scent of the man he loved to distraction. Josh’s balls drew up in response, and he grunted as his dick jerked inside his pants.

 

“No coming without my say-so, boy. Besides, you make a mess in our girl’s car you’ll be cleaning it up.”

 

“Oh my God, you two are too much. I’m sitting right here, you know. Are either one of you going to actually ask me what I think?”

 

Naomi’s voice had risen to a shrill screech in her agitation. It served as an ice-cold dampener to Josh’s arousal, and he hastily released Dawson’s hand.

 

“Of course, we do.” He threw an imploring glance at his husband, and Dawson gave a sharp nod. Relief flooded through Josh, at that non-verbal confirmation that his Master was more than willing to step in.

 

“None of this will work without your consent, and communication is vital. I just don’t appreciate you lying to yourself, or us, girl,” Dawson said.

 

Naomi tensed further, and Josh could almost see the steam coming out of her ears. Any minute now she would explode in anger.

 

“Look, Naomi, what Dawson is trying to say—”

 

“Spare me, Josh.” Naomi glared at him through the rearview mirror, and in a move that wouldn’t have been amiss in a Bond movie, she pulled into the fast lane and put her foot down, as the traffic cleared. Dawson’s hand braced on the dashboard again, and when he looked all set to say something, Josh put his hand on his Master’s shoulder. Dawson glanced back at him, and his brows drew together in a frown at Josh’s shake of the head. He heeded his request, however, and didn’t say anything, as Naomi broke every speed limit in the land in her haste to seemingly get away from them all.

 

An awkward silence fell between them all, only broken by Naomi’s soft curses when she had to slow down for the inevitable traffic, interspersed by Dawson’s sighs.

 

Oh, Master was pissed and getting more annoyed by the minute. One of Dawson’s unbreakable rules was the need for his submissives to stay safe. Unwittingly Naomi was breaking that rule, and Josh knew he had to say something to calm this situation down.

 

“Slow down, sweet cheeks. Getting us killed will not get us there any faster. I’m sorry okay.”

 

Naomi gasped and glanced at him through the mirror. The sheen of tears in her eyes was like a punch to the gut, and he put his hand on her shoulder. He took the fact that she didn’t immediately shrug him off as a good sign. “I’m sorry I sprung this on you, but I’m not sorry I kissed you. I’m not sorry this is out in the open. We should have probably had this conversation before I got married, but there never seemed a right time, and I’m a fucking coward, okay? I was too afraid to lose our friendship, but we could be so good together. All of us.”

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Seeking My Destiny (Doms Of Genesis 8) by Jenna Jacob

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By day, I’m Sasha Evans, successful business owner and entrepreneur.
By night, I’m Destiny, Club Genesis’ masochistic bottom who craves pain and won’t kneel to just any Top.
The subs around me are all pairing up with the Doms of their dreams. I can’t even find someone to whip away my stress and grant me peace. It’s driving me mad!
But you know the old saying, Never tempt fate…
Falling into bed with my tall, ruggedly handsome business associate, Lawson Pratt, isn’t the smartest move I’ve ever made, but he certainly melted me with pleasure.
And when compelling Sadist Parker Cane offered me a contract, promising to make all my most agonizing fantasies come true, I was torn.
How’s a girl supposed to choose between tingling passion and sweet torment?
What if I can have both men work their magic on me?
It sounds great—in theory. And it’s feeling that way too—until a menacing madman from the past returns to steal not only my bliss…but my life.

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Jenna Jacob is back with one of my favorite BDSM series ever written. It’s one that I’ve been following ever since the very first book. And when an author can make a character that you’ve come to despise end up being one that you fall in love with? That just goes to show how amazing she is!

Destiny was the club sub that we’ve seen in past books give Tony, Ian and James, and then Sam’s subs difficulty. (Of course, she gets tossed aside by these doms for their new subs.) She’s the difficult masochist who can’t find a sadist to tame her. But owner Mika has a plan in place. And lucky Destiny finds herself with a choice between two men, the sadist Cane and her business assistant Law. But things aren’t quite as they seem, and Destiny learns some valuable lessons on submission.

Jenna has outdone herself in this eighth book of the Doms Of Genesis series! I really liked Destiny by the end of this. (Heck, I liked her pretty early on.) Of course, it wouldn’t be fun without some suspense as Kerr makes his way back into the picture, but the Doms of Genesis are done with him!

5stars

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USA Today Bestselling Author Jenna Jacob’s erotic romance comes from the heart of submission. With over twenty years’ experience in the dynamics of the BDSM lifestyle, Jenna strives to portray Dominance and submission with a passionate and comprehensive voice. Her stories will make you laugh, cry, and may leave you with a better understanding of the fulfillment found in the BDSM power exchange.

A married mom of four grown children, Jenna and her husband lives in Kansas. Her passions include her family, reading, camping, cooking, music, and riding Harleys. She loves to make people laugh with her outgoing and warped sense of humor. If you’re looking for hot romance with a kinky twist, pick up one of Jenna’s books.

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