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Book Spotlight: Stone Guardian, Witches Amulet Book 1 by Paulina Woods

Book Spotlight: Stone Guardian, Witches Amulet Book 1 Element – Fire (Healer/Destroyer) Royal House – Purple Milcah was born to rule along side an evil mother. Milcah’s father was taken against his will and forced to give up his seed to produce a child with unimaginable powers. At a young age she was taken away… Continue reading Book Spotlight: Stone Guardian, Witches Amulet Book 1 by Paulina Woods

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Chosen for Power – Women of Power series, book 1 by Kathleen Brooks

Chosen for Power – Women of Power series, book 1 by Kathleen Brooks I opened up the newest audible book for one of my favorite authors this week. Kathleen Brooks’ newest series “Women of Power” was first released in April of last year. Though I tend to try to wait for the Audible version –… Continue reading Chosen for Power – Women of Power series, book 1 by Kathleen Brooks

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The Key Trilogy by Nora Roberts

The Key Trilogy by Nora Roberts There are books I return to again and again. This fantastical, suspenseful, romance series about three beautiful, capable, intelligent, strong women is one I have read quite a few times in the last several years. I love trilogies by Nora Roberts – the female protagonists are always capable, fiery… Continue reading The Key Trilogy by Nora Roberts

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Book Spotlight: No Crayons on the Front Line by Kallysten

Dearest Angel,

I came home after watching you walk out of the cafe like last time. Itís not getting any easier to let you go.

Not that Iíd ever dare holding you back, but part of me still wishes I could.

These past few days with you have been lovely. No, lovely is the wrong word.

Theyíve been wonderful.

Is wonderful even enough? My vocabulary seems strangely limited at the moment.

Iíd have been happy to do like during your first visit and simply meet you every day for a couple of hours or whatever we could have. Just being with you, sitting in the park or in a cafe, chatting, laughing together, all of that is already ñ lovely, wonderful, a dozen other things. But itís nothing compared to how I felt when I found you at my door Sunday afternoon with your travel bag over your shoulder.

I wanted to ask what happened with your family to make you seek refuge with me, but I suppose I already know. Youíve made it clear that their disapproval about your choice of career is both vocal and ongoing, and I didnít want to twist that knife a little more when I could see on your face just how tired, how hurt you were. Just know that, should you wish to talk about it, Iíll always be here to listen.

You have no idea just how much I wanted to call in sick for the week, knowing youíd be in my home when I was supposed to be at school. If I could have been sure my students would be taken care of in my absence, I would have done it. Unfortunately, weíre short on both teachers and substitutes, and as I told you, I didnít feel right requesting a leave on such short notice. You said it was fine, and I think you meant it, but would you have told me if it had bothered you? I hope so.

I usually stay at school for a little while after the day ends, but this week I think I waited for the final bell with more impatience than my students. Coming home when I knew youíd be there, waiting for me, wasÖ again, what comes to mind is lovely and wonderful. I havenít lived alone for very long, but I must have been lonely, more so than I realized. Coming home when I knew Iíd have someone to cook dinner for, someone to eat with, someone with whom to go out and sit in the yard to talk as night fell on us, even someone in the house with me at nightÖ It felt special. Very special.
Or maybe it was special because it was you.

You must be wondering by now if I found the letter you left here or not, as I havenít mentioned it so far. I did find it, Angel dear. And read it. And read it again. I think Iíve read it five times already, or maybe six. And every time I do, itís the same fire burning inside me, the same need to tell you, yes. To all that, yes.

Yes I too wanted more than a kiss on that last night we spent under the same roof.

Yes I too wondered whether sharing more than a kiss would be for the best.

Yes you were the first person I ever kissed ñ and if Iím completely honest, the first one I ever truly wanted to kiss.

Yes you were the first person I touched, and as innocent as these touches remained, I still feel as though my fingers are burning from the memory of your warmth.

Yes that night when I went to bed I tried to imagine what it would have felt like to touch your actual skin. I wondered about how smooth it would be. I wondered about scars, as you have mentioned them. I wondered if youíd let me caress or kiss them, or whether youíd prefer to hide them from me. I wondered about your hands on me too, and whether the first touch from your fingers might be the one to make me come undone.

I wondered, and I imagined, and I hoped. And now, your letter makes me yearn a little more for your next leave, if that was even possible.

I hope youíll want to stay with me again. I hope thereíll be more kisses for us to share. And more than kisses, too.

There is much more Iíd like to say, but I donít know if theyíre words youíd care to read.

Just know that I remain,

Yours
Samuel

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Book Spotlight: Repeating History – Time in Yellowstone series by M. M. Justus

I woke to the sun in my eyes. I picked a couple of stray pine needles out of the fuzz on my face, pulled off my glasses and sat up, leaning back on one hand and rubbing my eyes with the other before I put them back on. Something had waked me. I couldn’t place it, couldn’t see it, couldn’t even feel anything but the normal dizziness. I lay back down and stretched, then slowly climbed to my feet, leaning on the stump for support. 

Down in the valley, nothing had changed. Or, nothing had changed back. Everything seemed so ordinary, and yet so un-ordinary. I felt like Rip van Winkle. 

The shadows moved across my face, the sun blinding me momentarily before it moved on, half a hundred times. Old Faithful, living up to its name, erupted, once, twice, three times? I wasn’t keeping count. 

The sun had moved far enough to quit flashing in my eyes as it shifted when I heard the sounds. Thin and wispy, at first I thought my senses were playing tricks on me again. Then I thought, birds? Squirrels? The sound of a neigh brought me bolt upright, then to my feet. I stood, swaying.

A trail of dust, like it had been thrown up behind a car on a dirt road, lofting into the sky behind what? I couldn’t see for the thicket of trees. I grabbed my stick and plunged headlong down the hill.

Three steps and I was bounding, two more, and nothing could have slowed me down. Three bounds after that, my foot caught on a branch, and I went sprawling. I hauled myself up, swiped the blood from my streaming nose on my shirtsleeve, and ran on. 

The slope leveled out not much farther on. Springs and pools and bare ground signaling thin crust were everywhere. I stopped a moment to wipe my bloody nose again, and to breathe while I looked for the dust trail. It was gone.

I landed on the ground with a hollow thump. It told me maybe I shouldn’t be sitting on that spot, but I didn’t much care.

I shook myself. Had I imagined the dust cloud, too? My nose finally stopped bleeding, although it ached like a son of a gun. I fell back against the hard ground and shivered, trying to think. It took all my effort, not only mentally, but physically.  

It was then it hit me. If all this was a hallucination, it wasn’t going to be any good to go looking for that dust. If I wasn’t hallucinating, then I wasn’t where I thought I was in the first place. Screwed both ways. 

But if this was real, what happened? And if this wasn’t real, where was I and how did I get back out of this rabbit hole? 

Questions chased themselves around in my brain like a dog chases its tail. I had way too many of them, and not a single answer to be found, anywhere, at any price. 

It was then I began to hear the voices.

I went stock still and strained my ears.  Yes, voices, drifting in on the breeze, faint, but unmistakably human.

I couldn’t make out the words. Men’s voices, baritone and tenor, and one shrill soprano. They gradually got louder, then one of the geysers went off, and I couldn’t hear anything for a few minutes. I wondered if they’d still be there.

A woman’s voice, the words suddenly as clear as if she were declaiming onstage. “She’s just a little girl, William. You’re too hard on her.”

My head jerked up. That had to be real. 

The deep-voiced man was speaking again. I homed in on the sound, and began to walk. Fast. Well, run, actually. Carefully. Sort of.

Who am I fooling? Those were the first human voices I’d heard in I don’t know how many days. I stumbled, legs wobbly, head spinning, across the meadow towards them.

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“Topping the Domme” – Crime and Punishment series book 1 by Trista Ann Michaels

Connelly sat in her car at the entrance to the parking lot and just stared at the house. She still couldn’t believe she was actually considering this. She glanced down at the bathing suit cover and tugged at it, trying to pull it lower toward her knees. She had the top up so the hot sun wouldn’t burn the fair skin on her thighs.
God, what the hell was she doing here?
All week she’d thought of nothing but Nathan and the things he’d said to her at Starbucks. Even thinking about it now had her stomach tightening. Her nipples ached behind the terrycloth cover. She rubbed at the back of her neck, arguing with herself over what to do.
She wanted to go in. She wanted to see and experience more of this dark world, but…God, Nathan was so… He intimidated her, and she didn’t like it. One crook of his finger and she’d be whatever he wanted her to be. That didn’t sit well with her. At all.
She didn’t want to be someone’s beck-and-call girl. She didn’t want someone having that much control over her. Even her husband hadn’t had that much control. Unfortunately, the possibility of sex with Nathan was too good to pass up. But how long could she do this before she became attached? And then got hurt?
“This isn’t good,” she grumbled to herself.
“Hey, gorgeous,” a deep voice said before knuckles rapped against the window.
Connelly screamed and put her hand over her heart. She turned to look out the driver’s side window and at first thought she was looking at Nathan, then realized it was Daniel’s more clean-cut face staring at her with curiosity.
“What the hell are you doing just sitting here?” he asked with amusement. “You have the parking lot blocked.”
She glanced quickly in her rearview mirror and noticed with embarrassment the large black SUV parked behind her. She rolled her window down to talk to Daniel. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I didn’t even hear you pull up.”
“You okay?” he asked as his gaze turned from amused to concern. “You look a little green.”
“I’m okay. Just nervous.”
Daniel smiled softly. “No reason to be nervous. Nathan can be a bit demanding, but he’s more interested in your pleasure than hurting you.”
“I know. It’s not that, it’s…”
“Come on, Connie,” Daniel said with a grin. “You only live once, right?”
She drew in a deep breath and nodded. “Right.”
“Valet isn’t out today, so pull up and park at the front. I’ll be right behind you.”
Connelly noticed her fingers shook slightly as she pushed the button to roll the window back up. Daniel was right. She fisted her fingers to stop the shaking, then put her car into gear and drove to the parking spaces toward the front of the building.
She did only live once. She hadn’t been having a lot of real fun lately, so this could be her new start. Fun sex with a man or men she would never see outside the confines of the club. Her lips twisted. Unless she ran into them at Starbucks and they put all kinds of wickedly kinky ideas in her head that she couldn’t stop thinking about.
She turned the wheel and pulled into an empty spot next to a blue BMW. Daniel parked next to her and climbed out. Connelly turned off the engine but remained behind the wheel. Why was she being such a wuss today? She wanted to have sex with Nathan. She had since he’d talked her through his bathroom scenario that had her masturbating twice that night before going to sleep as well as several other times the nights after.
She snorted softly. Don’t pleasure yourself, indeed. How the hell would he know anyway?
Her car door opened, and she jumped in surprise. Daniel leaned against the window and grinned down at her. “You never struck me as being a chicken.”
“I’m coming,” she grumbled.
“Not yet, you’re not, but I have no doubt you will be,” he drawled.
Connelly snorted. “Cute.”
Daniel shut her car door, and she let her gaze wander down his tall, broad frame. Although not as muscular as his brother, Daniel was definitely built. His blue T-shirt clung to his hard chest, and his matching swim shorts hung down past he knees. Flip-flops completed the look.
“Here for the party too, I guess,” she said.
“Oh, yeah. I wouldn’t miss it. Never been to a pool orgy.”
Connelly giggled. “Is that what this is?”
“You saw the club, Connie,” he said as he rested his hand at the small of her back and escorted her toward the front door of the massive house. “What do you think?”
“Orgy,” she agreed with a slight nod.
Daniel chuckled and smiled at the man standing at the door, dressed in a tux. “Afternoon, John,” Daniel said.
“Daniel,” John replied as they walked past him and into the entryway. “Your brother is with the other guests by the pool. You’re the last to arrive, so I’m supposed to lock up after you.”
“We’ll leave you to it,” Daniel said as he pushed her toward the hall that lead to the pool area. She didn’t realize she was resisting until Daniel said, “You’re like a child being led to her punishment.”
“Sorry,” she mumbled. “I’m just not used to this.”
“You’ll be fine.”
They strolled through the open patio doors and out onto a festively decorated pool deck. Japanese lanterns surrounded the deck, which would offer soft light later when the sun went down. A long table set up next to the house was covered with various finger foods and coolers of beer.
About thirty people gathered in several small groups, some talking and eating, some in the pool, a couple already playing in the small scene area that had been roped off.
She spotted Nathan by the deep end of the pool talking with a group of men. He’d apparently already been in the pool, for his hair was wet and slicked back, making his angular features stand out even more. Water glistened on his wide chest, and she had to fight the urge to lick the droplets with her tongue.
That probably wouldn’t be a good way to start the night. Hey, can I lick the water off your chest? Drop your swim trunks, and I’ll lick your cock too.
Her whole body heated with the visions running through her mind. Or maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad start after all. He turned in her direction, and his intense, knowing gaze locked with hers. Amusement danced in his brown eyes.
He said something to the men in his group and then walked over. His confident swagger left her feeling weak in the knees.
“I was beginning to think you’d changed your mind,” he said as he got closer.
“I almost did,” she said.
“I found her in the parking lot, debating with herself. I think she’s a little nervous,” Daniel said.
“She should be,” Nathan drawled. “She masturbated after I told her not to.”
Connelly’s mouth fell open before she quickly closed it back.
“I told you I would know.”
“You didn’t really know. You just said it to see what my reaction would be,” she replied.
“And your reaction gave you away,” Nathan said. “How many times, Connelly?”
She kept her features blank and remained silent.
Nathan continued to stare into her eyes. “You’re supposed to answer your Dom, pet. Honestly.”
She licked her lips, her determination wavering just a tad. “Seven times, I think.”
Nathan’s eyes narrowed, and Daniel snickered.
“Seven?” Nathan repeated and raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”
Her stomach dropped. She licked her lips again, but then her eyes narrowed. Damn prick. Raising her chin, she answered, “No. It was ten.”
“That’s what I thought.” Nathan reached out and grabbed her elbow.
Connelly tried to pull her arm free, but his grip was too tight. “Wait! What are you doing?”
“I’m going to punish you,” he said as he tugged her with him toward a large pole set up at the far side of the pool.
“Punish me?” she exclaimed. “What?”
Nathan turned and gave her a stern look that brought her up short. “I told you not to masturbate, but you did anyway. Ten times. Is that correct?”
Connelly swallowed and, to her surprise, couldn’t stop herself from nodding. He again began pulling her toward her doom. Connelly frantically dug in her heels. Unfortunately, she wasn’t strong enough to stop him. She glanced over her shoulder at Daniel, who stood back and watched with a slightly amused, slightly intrigued look on his face. She scowled. Obviously no help from that department.
Should she use her safe word? Would it do any good? And did she really want to?
Despite her fear at what he might do, her body exploded with excitement she’d never quite felt before. She’d always heard fear could increase sexual desire, but never thought she’d be one of those people. Damned if she wasn’t incredibly turned on at the moment.