Saving Sharlee (Safe and Secure BK1) by Alyssa Bailey

Saving Sharlee (Safe and Secure BK1) by Alyssa Bailey

She has always been safe in her secret world, but once she is exposed, will she ever be safe again?

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Sharlee Armstrong is happy spending her professional life in seclusion as Vapor, a highly sought out independent information broker. Though she has plenty of high paying clients, the offer from Reynaud & Associates piques her curiosity. During the interview, her libido is also piqued when she meets Jacquard Reynaud—gorgeous, sexy, and dominant. 

The job, not just the boss, intrigues her and she accepts the offer. But things spiral out of control, and she finds her reputation, livelihood, and life in jeopardy. Jac and the rest of the alpha males on her new team demand she keep a low profile, but she has other ideas. 

The minute she steps foot into his office, and life, Jac knows he has to have Sharlee, but first he must keep her safe—not just from some unknown threat, but from Sharlee herself. He loves her sass but worries that she’ll find herself in real trouble if he cannot keep her under control. So, despite her protests, he takes her in hand. For her own good. 

Will she ever learn to let Jac protect her? Can she let Jac and the rest of the team into her previously quiet, mostly solitary life?

EXCERPT

The light was changing, indicating the sun would set soon. Sharlee dialed the number and in less than ten minutes, a truck drove up.

“Looks like you’re in a bit of a bind, miss.”

Sharlee looked at the man and hesitated before speaking. “I guess I am. I think I ran over something because both of my front tires are blown. It’s just my luck.” She decided to keep her find to herself. Something was off, but she wasn’t sure if it was her paranoia or what.

“Obviously, I only have one spare tire. Could you get me to the nearest gas station?”

“Sure, but I have a shop about half mile further down this road. I could fix you up in no time.”

The man reached for a metal hook to attach to the under casing of her car without saying another word. Charlotte jumped from behind her car door where she had been standing.

“Hey, wait.”

He walked up closer to Sharlee causing her stomach to cramp from the bad vibes she got.

He was positively leering, causing her body to seize with anxiety. His dirty shirt declared there was ‘No such thing as bad sex.’ Her panic rose.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want help?” The man seemed to ooze the sleaze factor.

“Well, um, do you take credit cards?”

His smile was lewd. “Sorry little lady, we only accept cash.”

Speaking through her fear she said, “Your truck says you take credit cards.”

Then the creepy man sneered and said he could only accept cash after dark. “But we could work it out if you like.” His grin revealed a set of dingy yellow teeth that made the acid in her stomach roil.

She looked at the still light sky as she contemplated his words. “That doesn’t make… Just a moment,” she said. “Don’t hook me up any more until I see if I can get the cash.”

God, something was terribly wrong, and it felt like a crappy but equally horrifying version of the Bates Motel. She jumped back into her car, locked the door, and called Jac. He made her stay on the line while every available man was called to show up in response to her mayday call. She was privy to his choice words about the situation as he made the calls while she was on speaker phone. She cringed. He was royally pissed at her.

“I just called my friend to bring me some cash,” she said through the small opening at the top of her window. She made sure it was small enough that he could not get his fingers inside while she sat and bounced her leg nervously.

“Got another gal bringing money, huh? I’ll wait in the truck.”

He rubbed his hands as though she had ordered him a seven-course meal.

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Author Bio

USA Today and International best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the mountains; the mountains touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.

Alyssa loves writing about consensual power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe in spite of herself. 

If she can throw a little mystery, humor, and suspense in her stories, it’s even better. She writes about historical and contemporary love.

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Other Romance Books by Alyssa Bailey

Lone Wind Series: Contemporary, spicy Native American-1) Reclaiming Clover 

Lairds, Lords, and Little Ladies: Georgian Historical, spicy- 1) Lord Thayer’s Choice 2) Lord Ashton’s Decision 3) The Black Laird Requires 

Chase Abbey Series: Regency, Sweet and Spicy, suspense- 1) Lord Barrington’s Minx 2) Becoming Lady Barrington 3) Lady Caroline’s Defiance 4) His Improper Lady 

Safe and Secure Series: Contemporary, suspense, spicy- 1) Saving Sharlee 

The O’Connor Series: Contemporary, Rancher, Saga, Spicy

Liam & Jocelyn’s Story- 1) Her Sweet Complication 2) Liam’s Lessons 3) Loving Liam 

Ciarán and Katherine’s Story 1) His Gentle Persuasion 2) Rancher’s Creed 3) Katie Consents 

Quinlan and Cheyenne’s Story 1) Quinlan’s Quest 2) Accepting His Way 3) A Balancing Act 

Kelli and Parker’s Story 1) Meeting Her Needs 2) Kissing Kelli 3) Keeping Kelli 

Cián and Molly’s Story-Coming Winter 2018

Clearwater Ranch -Contemporary, Rancher, Spicy 1) Piper’s Plan 

Taming Texanna -American Historical, Marshall, Native American, Spicy

Cowboy Welcome- Contemporary, Spicy

Anthologies

Sweet Town Love, Historical Heroes, Hero to Obey

His Land, His Law by Libby Campbell

His Land, His Law by Libby Campbell

Cara wants to save the forest. Luke wants to log it. He wins the first battle. Who will win the war?

Blurb:

Since she inherited her parents’ home, Cara Eckford has used walks in the nearby woods as inspiration for her art, so she is shocked and upset upon finding that ‘No Trespassing’ signs have recently been put up on the property. But when she angrily confronts the land’s new owner, the infuriatingly sexy Luke McCrae, she merely earns herself a stern scolding and a sound spanking.

Despite her irritation, Luke’s bold dominance leaves Cara’s heart racing and her panties soaked. He soon proves more than ready to tame her fiery temper with his belt applied to her bare bottom, but even with tears in her eyes and her backside on fire Cara’s need for Luke cannot be denied, and when he takes her in his arms his masterful lovemaking satisfies her deeply.

Cara’s newfound romance with Luke grows stronger and more passionate with each passing day, but when conflict over his plans for her beloved forest threatens to tear them apart, can she make use of her powerful connection to both of their ancestors to convince him to change his mind?

Publisher’s Note: His Land, His Law includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

EXCERPT

The sight of Cara’s well-padded buttocks bent over his knee had woken Luke’s desire with breathtaking ferocity. He’d spanked her to discourage her from defying his rights as a property owner and neighbor, to teach her some civility. He hadn’t expected to enjoy spanking her so much. He hadn’t expected to want to lay her down and make love to her right on the spot.

When he was finished, he was already hoping for an excuse to spank her again, hopeful that it might lead to something cozier than just a bottom-warming. The flush burning up her neck when he helped her back to her feet suggested that she hadn’t hated the experience either. She couldn’t hide the fact that her nipples had stiffened to hard pebbles that pushed against the thin fabric of her t-shirt.

So when she demanded to be set free, he did so while warning her of the consequences of any further disruption to his plans. Her reputation for stubbornness and being a tree hugger said he could count on paddling that gorgeous backside again some time. If he could get her past her romantic opposition to his development plans, they might even have some fun together.

“Every time,” he repeated. “Understand?”

Cara said nothing. She nodded with a half-smile, treating him to an innocent, wide-eyed look that was as genuine as a three-dollar bill.

He released her anyway. He couldn’t call her a liar without proof.

She was much prettier than he’d expected and no less spirited. The way her eyes dilated as she looked at him made his cock stiffen.

Grandpa’s lawyers had warned him that she wanted the land, but he’d done his homework. The value of raw acres was a fraction of what it would be if he cleared it and subdivided it into a tidy collection of small lots. She was going to have to get used to the idea, that was all there was to it.

He turned on his charm. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Cara. Everyone agrees you’re smart as a whip and unafraid of things that make keep most people awake at night.”

“What is there to be frightened of on Salt Spring Island?” Cara snorted before pulling herself a bit taller. She treated him to another empty smile.

He noted the effort it took her to stifle the flare of temper. Unskilled in the artificial body language of the corporate world where people were practiced at concealing their true feelings, she was easy to read. Advantage: Luke.

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Don’t miss these other great books from Libby Campbell: 

The Romancing the Coast Series

Seeing Ronnie.(book 1)

Holding Cynthia (book 2)

Trusting Ingrid (book 3)

A Time For Will

Simon in Charge – 3 book box-set

Libby Campbell in her own words:

I’m in love with love. My romance stories feature strong, self-reliant women who challenge the powerful men who love them. 

My books are set in the Pacific Northwest, a part of the world I know well and love deeply.

I’ve lived all over Canada, but the best decision of my life was when I moved to Australia to marry my leading man. After many years there, we moved back to the Pacific Northwest. We now live in a leafy neighborhood close to the sea.

My passions are reading and writing. I also love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing. 

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Author Q&A

Where did this story come from?

I spend a lot of time on Salt Spring Island, hiking the forests, enjoying its beaches. Many of the forests were logged about a hundred years ago. Walking past the moss-covered stumps, some of which are six feet tall, feels like walking with ghosts.

Naturally some people would like to log these forests again. While I’m sure there are some places where fewer trees wouldn’t be a disaster, it would be sad to see many of the magnificent trees removed.

Cara is quite a firecracker. Is she based on anyone you know?

Nope. She came to me fully formed. I felt like were old friends from the day she pushed into my life and said, ‘write my story.’
Salt Spring Island has a huge artistic community: artists, writers, musicians and dancers. Cara would fit right in.

Some of the characters are from the far past. Where did those characters pop up?

I don’t know why but when the book was forming in my mind in the late spring, I kept seeing images of WWI soldiers. Even though the Owen and McCrae families were farmers and might have had an exemption for their sons, I knew that Frank McCrae would want to enlist and do his duty.

WWI tragically shatters the love between Amaruq Owen and Frank McCrae. It’s the legacy of their unfulfilled passion that brings Cara and Luke together.

The families are named for two WWI poets, Wilfred Owen (Dulce et Decorum Est) and John McCrae (In Flanders Fields) who shaped my thinking about war at an early age.


How was this writing book different from your others?

I had to learn a lot about the skills of the Tsawout First Nation, like cedar stripping and Maquinna hat weaving, amongst other things. I studied styles of the late 1900’s and 1920’s. When I came across the detail that in some jurisdictions it was illegal for a woman ‘to wear the attire of the opposite gender’ I had to use it.

Her Celtic Masters By Ashe Barker

Her Celtic Masters

By Ashe Barker

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Left penniless and without a home by a sudden, tragic turn of events, twenty-year-old Kristin Lofnsdottir plans to start a new life as a seafaring trader. If she is going to have any chance at surviving, however, let alone succeeding, she'll need money and capable men to protect her. A partnership with a pair of Celts offers both, but Kristin quickly realizes that the arrangement will mean sharing much more than just her profits. The two stern, handsome brothers intend to make her theirs, demanding obedience, punishing defiance, and mastering her beautiful body together.

Though Nyle and Bowdyn have been given plenty of reason to hate Vikings over the years, conquering the feisty, headstrong Kristin proves even more satisfying than they had anticipated. As they claim her ever more thoroughly and shamefully, her need for them only grows more intense, but can they be firm enough to tame her recklessness before it puts them all in danger?

Publisher's Note: Her Celtic Masters is a stand-alone sequel to Conquered by the Viking. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Author Synopsis:

Ripped from their home in a brutal Viking raid, their family murdered before their eyes, Nyle and Bowdyn, sons of Connell of Cynwrig have every reason to loathe their cruel captors. Miraculously, they both survive their ordeal at the hands of the vicious Norsemen who enslave them, to be reunited as free men. 

Recently widowed and fiercely independent, Kristin Lofnsdottir is determined to forge her own path in a world ruled by men. Confused and dismayed by her attraction to the handsome but enigmatic Celtic warriors, when they make her an outrageous offer, she can’t refuse them.

Nyle and Bowdyn swear to protect their Viking lady and she adores her Celtic masters. Together they prosper and start to rebuild their shattered lives. But the wrongs of the past must be avenged. Will the burning need for vengeance destroy their fragile happiness and that of those around them?

Fast-Paced and with compelling characters, set in the turbulent and sensual world of the Vikings, if you loved Conquered by the Viking by Ashe Barker, you won’t want to miss this thrilling sequel. Her Celtic Masters, the second book in Ashe Barkers Viking Duet, continues the erotic saga, bringing this haunting and dramatic Viking romance to an unexpected climax.

EXCERPT 

“Open your legs, little Viking.” The command was softly spoken, yet firm. Nyle expected her to obey.

So, she did. She planted her feet on the mattress between Nyle’s long legs and parted her knees.

Bowdyn chuckled. “A tolerable effort, but we can do better.” He took her left ankle and lifted it over Nyle’s leg then set it down on the outside of his brother’s thigh. He repeated the action with her other ankle, then set his hands at her waist to ease her further up Nyle’s body. Thus positioned, Nyle had ample access to her breasts. He could toy with her, torture her nipples as he pleased, whilst at the same time her thighs were spread wide for his brother. “Ah, yes,” Bowdyn confirmed, “much better.”

“Is she wet?” enquired Nyle pleasantly enough.

Bowdyn drew the flat of his palm between her legs, pausing to part the lips of her pussy as though to particularly examine that spot, then rubbed the heel of his hand on the sensitive nubbin at the front.

Kristin stifled a squeal. She knew of that place, had discovered it for herself whilst bathing, but no hand apart from hers had ever ventured there. Baldvin Ryggiason had shown not the slightest interest in exploring his bride’s more sensual desires. Until these last few minutes she, herself, had been largely unaware such urges existed. Certainly, the powerful nature of her own arousal had been a mystery to her. These Celts were a revelation indeed.

“Yes, she is wet.” Bowdyn raised his hand to show his brother.

“Did I not tell you it would be so? It takes but a gentle tug on her nipples,” Nyle paused to squeeze and twist again by way of demonstration, “and she gushes like a waterfall. I believe the staid, proper, and very stern Kristin Lofnsdottir is nothing more than a wanton at heart. Is this not so, little Viking?”

Wanton? The very word sent her senses reeling. Could he be right? Oh, she most sincerely hoped so though the words became lodged in her throat. She could not answer. She could only feel.

“Open the lips of her cunny and put your fingers inside her. I believe this is what she would like. Am I right, my Viking?”

Freya, help me… The silent plea went unanswered. Kristin had to shift for herself in this matter. So, she did. She nodded.

“There, it is as I thought. But be gentle, brother. I get the impression our Viking is unaccustomed to such treatment.”

Kristin could have blessed Nyle for his perceptiveness. It was as though he had somehow crawled into her mind and knew all her secrets, her desires as well as her fears.

Her brief interlude of clarity and coherence shattered the moment Bowdyn spread her nether lips with his fingers and inserted one long digit into her tight channel. She expected to flinch, to hurt. Her previous experience of this act, though infrequent, had been sufficient for her to know she found it uncomfortable, painful even. And oddly disappointing.

All those doubts and uncertainties were swept aside in the surge of pleasure that threatened to engulf her. Bowdyn withdrew his finger then drove it deep again, harder this time, faster.

“If this hurts, you may tell us,” whispered Nyle.

“It… it does not hurt,” she managed. “Oh. Oh!”

Bowdyn increased the speed of his thrusts and added a second finger. The friction was unbearably sweet yet still not enough. Kristin squeezed her inner walls around his long digits and circled her hips.

“I believe our Viking is rather enjoying this. Is that not also correct, Kristin?”

Must she answer? Could she? Was she truly enjoying what was happening to her or was it some other compulsion that drove her to thrust her hips forward and consider begging for more?

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More about Ashe Barker

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research. 

Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea. 

Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel. 

At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too. 

Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.

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