Donnie Nolan learned early that the secret to life is control. Born into a world of blood and violence, he broke free from the chains of his past with the help of Master Blake and his crew at The Club, and vowed that nothing would drag him back… until a knock at the door reminds him that there are some chains that can never be broken.
All Grace Diaz had ever dreamed about was freedom – freedom to control her destiny, to explore her passions, and to love the boy who’d always been her hero. But those dreams died the day Donnie Nolan left the neighborhood. Now, thanks to her older brother’s debts, Grace has become a pawn in a criminal chess game. Kidnapped and held by a man with ties to human traffickers, freedom has never felt like more of a dream.
Donnie must confront his painful past to save Grace. But what will happen when she realizes that he’s not the knight in shining armor she once thought he was, but a sadist who longs for control? Will Donnie be able to reconcile his dark desires with his need to be… her hero?
Publisher’s Note: This book is intended for adults only. It contains raw elements of violence, power exchange, and mild BDSM, including the disciplining of adult women. If these themes offend you, please do not purchase.
Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.
Maisy Archer
Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves – coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family – her love of words has only continued to grow… in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.
CLANSCLASH ~ MYSTERY AND BETRAYAL ~ FORBIDDEN LOVE
Free-spirited and flaxen-haired, Serenity lives in a small village under the authority of barbarians who inhabit a castle above the tiny town. When her best friend is caught trying to steal apples from the clan’s forbidden garden, Serenity rushes to her rescue and challenges the brawny leader.
The leader’s son, Killian, is shocked by her brazenness. Women in his tribe know their place! Deciding to remedy her impudent mouth with a hot spanking, he throws her over his shoulder and carries her into his chambers, but once again she astounds him. When the discipline is over she rails at him, then storms away.
The defiant beauty haunts him, and when a rival clan attacks, the dire circumstances throw them together. Their smoldering chemistry flames to life, but as they surrender to their blazing passion, they unearth a diabolical plot, one that threatens not just their lives, but their future, and the future of the entire clan.
Can Killian protect a willful young woman, while trying to uncover a traitor and save his people?
Dropping his loin cloth, Killian peeled back the pelts to climb in next to her, and she couldn’t help but stare at his engorged member. It was very large, and catching sight of the alarm in her eyes, he stretched out next to her and pulled her into his arms.
“Yes, I am big,” he murmured, “but you mustn’t worry. I shall prepare you, and my size will bring you immeasurable pleasure.”
His voice sounded different. It was still deep, but warm and inviting. He made quick work of removing her tunic, and as his hands roamed over her breasts, she closed her eyes and sucked in the air.
“You are so beautiful, your cherry tips atop your mounds are so suckable, and this lovely forest of hair above your womanhood,” he purred, sliding his fingers down her body to tickle her curly pubic bush, “it’s like silk. I know if I push my fingers between these lips I will find a sweet wetness just as I did when I punished you. My spanking hand may have hurt, but it also made you breathless with need.”
“It did. I don’t know why, but it did.”
“I am a man who enjoys spanking just as much for pleasure as to deliver punishment, and I enjoy other things as well,” he crooned, slipping his finger into her sex. “Ah, yes, just as I knew you would be, wonderfully wet.”
“What other things?” she whispered, almost afraid to ask but aching to know. “Please tell me?”
“I would like to tie you up just as you were when I found you tonight, but you would be shedding tears of joy, not fear or pain. I would cover your eyes, and explore you with my mouth and hands, and I would like to examine your most private areas.”
He had spoken in a sultry tone, his words had washed over her like a seductive melody, sparking the embers of her submissive soul into flame, and as his tongue lapped across her neck, she let out a soft whimper.
“What is it my pet?”
“I am lost in you.”
“As I am in you,” he purred. “Are you ready for more?”
“So ready, please, do what you will. I want to surrender to you, completely surrender.”
“My precious girl, you have made me so happy.”
“Please, Killian, may I call you Master again?”
“I insist upon it.”
As if underscoring his edict he thrust his long, thick finger into her channel, delighting in her gasps, and groaned softly as a surge of energy raced through his loins.
“Soon you will feel my manhood, and it will fill you as you’ve never been filled. You will almost faint from the pleasure. A barbarian knows how to send a woman to the stars.”
“I want you now, Killian. Won’t you take me now?”
“In a moment, you are almost ready,” he murmured, adding a second finger to the first and continuing to stroke, “and I must sample your cherry tips.”
Continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of her soaked strait, he devoured her breasts, drawing them in and languidly sucking. She squirmed against his hand, and raised her chest to his mouth. Her fervor was mounting, and as he lifted his head and gazed at her flushed face, his fingers felt the full opening of her passionate passage. Shifting his body over hers, he rested on his elbows and kissed her, darting his tongue between her teeth.
Serenity was swept up in a wave of longing. His fingers were swirling around her clit, then thrusting inside her, teasing her and bringing her closer to her climax, then suddenly she felt the head of his massive cock at her entrance.
“Now, my beauty, you will know what it is like to be taken by a barbarian.”
His husky promise was like kindling on a fire, and letting out a cry she tried to elevate her pelvis to meet him, but he had her legs pinned with his, and taking hold of her wrists he moved them over her head, holding them in place with one of his massive hands.
“Do you know what it is to be fucked into glory?”
“No,” she whispered, “I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
“You will be sore tomorrow.”
“I don’t care.”
“I will start slowly, but it won’t be that way for very long, and I will not stop until you are screaming your joy.”
Gently he pushed deeper, then pulled back, then pushed in again. He felt no resistance, no trepidation or worry, and with a few more strokes he was buried, then he laid still, letting her feel him.
“You are filling me,” she panted, “you are filling me completely.”
“Now you must relax and let yourself go. Can you do that, Serenity?”
“I can, I will, I am.”
Killian began to slowly stroke. His member was rubbing against a magical place deep inside her, and as he accelerated he generated intense pleasure. She was gasping and moaning with every thrust, and when he saw her ball her fingers into fists, he knew she was nearing her moment. She had done so quickly, but he wasn’t surprised. He hadn’t slowed or backed off, and as her body stiffened and she held her breath, he pumped faster, sending her forward into her orgasm.
He hadn’t been close to his climax, but hearing her joyous wail sent fresh energy through his cock, and as she continued to spasm, he closed his eyes and let the glorious feelings sweep him up. She was in the throes of her last convulsion when he erupted inside her, and groaning deeply he rode her with fervor, until drained and spent he slipped from her depths. Her chest was scarlet, her breathing was ragged, and dropping down next to her, as he tried to calm the pounding of his heart, he smoothed his hand across her face.
“Killian, I’m floating,” she murmured, rolling on to her side and curling against him.
As he brought an arm around her, he was overcome with a need to protect her. She was immensely brave, but her courage could put her in danger, and she was clever, but her sharp mind could cause her to say and do things others might find insulting. She was a villager, and she would have to watch her tongue around his tribe.
She’s going to teach him about a level of passion he didn’t know he possessed and a depth of love he didn’t dream he was capable of. He sees a future he wants more than anything.
Now all John Luke Legacy has to do is keep her alive. That might not be easy because those who want her dead will stop at nothing and their numbers are many.
Arabella, the Baroness of Iliffe, knows her life is nearing its end. For years the young widow has been hunted across England, running from her past, thrust onward into desolate wastes until there is nowhere else to hide. With the little time she has left, her desperation has driven her into the arms of an extremely sinister man who desires more than just her company.
Gregory Harrow, bastard born gentleman, takes what he wants, and is willing to use anyone and anything to achieve his aims. Greedy, cunning, cruel, he claims to love her, offers to kill for her, but lies come easily to his tongue.
She knows she cannot trust him, but making a deal with the devil might just be her only chance for survival.
DARK SIDE OF THE SUN is a full-length regency era dark romance from internationally bestselling author Addison Cain about depravity, desire, and acute retribution.
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EXCERPT
The feeling of lips at her throat, the sounds he made, and an animal noise came from the woman. Her eyes were locked on the high ceiling where she tried to count the beams, but Arabella could not focus… because she felt him. She felt hands that were warm, that cupped the base of her skull, that traced the line of her spine.
The richness of Harrow’s voice moved straight through her when he chided, “You are frightened.”
Blinking in her stupor, two matching trails of tears fell down her cheeks. Frightened? She was terrified.
Releasing his hold on her hair, Gregory pulled her attention back to his face, hushed her, and delicately used his thumb to wipe the salty drips away. “Shhhhh.”
The very second he stepped back, she thought it was over. But the sensation of relief vanished when Arabella realized he had drawn her body along with his. The devil’s eyes never broke from hers, even as he settled back in the soft comfort of the large leather chair.
Holding her gaze steady, he guided her legs astride his lap.
At once the languorous slow moving hands were back. Warm, full lips almost brushed hers as Gregory caressed the nape of her neck, her shoulders, kneaded the swell of a hip, leaving her mind nothing but a mad fervor that mirrored the sound of the screaming wind against the house. His exploration went on for ages and over time coaxed the tension from her muscles, removed the frightened wideness of her eyes and replaced it with lowered lashes and softly parted lips.
She did not know what to do, unable to make herself move.
The sensations in her skin were absolutely foreign, heady. When Gregory’s fingertips slid up the naked skin of her leg, bringing the hem of her nightgown higher, a strangled noise came from Arabella’s throat. It pleased him, and she was rewarded with the lightest scraping of his nails against her sensitive hip.
When her eyes finally closed, the woman lost, his hand worked at the flap of his breeches. The arm cradling her lower back lifted her body high enough for Gregory to delve under the ruffles and lace. A touch, light as a feather, swept between her legs. A smear of feeling, and she tensed, bucked, and felt heavily drugged. Temple to his shoulder, certain too much wine, too many troubles had brought forth such a hallucination, Arabella found she did not know her body or why such feelings existed.
There was no shyness in the way he parted her folds, how fingertips tripped and toyed until she could feel a heartbeat growing between her legs.
Harrow’s touch retreated. After fumbling between them something hard and smooth, something larger than fluttering fingers touched the place where all the growing intoxication seemed to center. Gripping the length of his cock, Gregory ran the swollen crown over drenched softness, enjoying the way Arabella’s lashes flared, pleased with her sudden hitched breath. A furious burst of feeling rocked her as the instrument in his fist found where it sought to burrow. With an appreciative growl, Gregory urged her to lower, ignoring her slight resistance, until the throbbing head of his cock breached a passage so warm it melted for him.
Stretching her, filling her, arms slipped around her middle and he bore her down, Gregory taking on an expression of impassioned pain at her internal clench.
I normally have a hard time with the stiffness of Regency romances, but this one takes every trope that annoys me, burns it to the ground, and gives me everything dark and salty I want instead. HHHNGG! So good! You will love it. ~ Eris Adderly, bestselling author of Gallows Pole
18th-Century sexy meets 21st-Century dark and twisty in a way that only Addison Cain could do it. I’ve never been so caught up in a romance! Dark Side and the bastard gentleman within will keep you up far past an hour decency would allow. See how far into the shadows Addison Cain can take regency romance! ~ Jennifer Bene, internationally bestselling author of Security Binds Her
This is a Regency like no other! I loved every single dark piece of it. And after reading this book… who wouldn’t want a bastard gentleman? 5 Hot, Dark & Dirty stars! ~ Alta Hensley, USA Today Bestselling Author
Lady Lavinia Carstairs’ exploits are the talk of London society, and not always for the better. Stubborn, willful, and totally without fear, she is quickly endangering her chances of a good marriage to a suitable man!
Lady Lavinia has a husband in mind, however, and there is only man able to control her behavior. William Evans is not afraid to take the lady over his knee and teach her the error of her ways, and she loves him for it.
But William’s past holds a shocking secret, one that he has worked hard to protect from prying eyes. To finally make Lady Lavinia his own, once and for all, he must reveal his true self to the world and suffer the consequences.
Is Lavinia’s love worth exposing his secret past? Will William sacrifice passion for privacy?
Read Spanking Lady Lavinia, the fourth book in the bestselling Victorian Vices series, to find out!
EXCERPT
He stopped his hand, resting it, instead, on her blazing red backside. He rubbed it thoughtfully, and she groaned. The noise was incredibly appealing. He’d been as hard as rock since the spanking started, but now he knew that if he didn’t get inside her as soon as possible, he’d spend in his trousers like a schoolboy on seeing his first tit.
“On the bed,” he instructed. “Lean over it and raise your chemise.”
She scrambled off his lap and obeyed, presenting her dripping pussy for inspection along with her cherry-red backside. He fumbled with the buttons of his fly, his erection making it difficult to ease the small buttons loose. He slid one, then two fingers up into her, pleased by the way she gripped at him and how wet she was after his attentions.
She groaned again when he pushed into her, and again when he withdrew, snapped his hips and plunged deep inside her again. She slid her own hand down between her legs to see to her own pleasure, which suited him, as he found himself unable to stop himself from hammering into her. He spoke, he was sure, but he could not be certain which words passed his lips.
Later, he would feel guilty for not seeing to her at least once, which was his custom when he paid a visit to the house. At the time, however, his world had contracted to the squeezing tightness of her as she contracted around him and the thunderous approach of his own orgasm. He tried to delay it for as long as possible, but the sight of her reddened bottom was just too much for his overloaded system to take.
His release ripped from him like a lightning bolt, leaving him gasping and breathless as he pumped his seed into her. She shuddered beneath him, her sobs muffled by the bedcovers as her own pleasure broke. She seemed intent on squeezing every last drop out of him, and he was exhausted as he slumped forward over her, still inside her wet heat.
It was a moment before she spoke, and she sounded as breathless as he was.
I’m Louise Taylor, and I love reading and writing historical romance novels! I’ve now written nine full length erotic historical romances, and all my novels are published by the lovely people at Blushing Books.
All my books have elements of power exchange, spanking and BDSM but none of my heroines are weak-willed or easily dominated – they make their men work for their love!
I live on the beautiful Welsh coast, and I love walking the cliff tops and visiting some of our wonderful historical ruins. I get my best ideas when I’m in the great outdoors and you can usually find me chasing after the piece of paper I’ve just scribbled my notes on!
I live in a late Victorian house with wonderfully high ceilings and no central heating – thank goodness for my fabulous fireplace! I’m owned by Alfred The Great, an enormous tom cat with very decided ideas about who gets to sit on the right side of the sofa and how long I am allowed to stay in bed in the morning.
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