Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Between Despair and Ecstasy Book 3 of the Two Hearts One Love Trilogy by Daryl Devoré

Daryl Devoré is here today with her book - Between Despair and Ecstasy Book 3 of the Two Hearts One Love Trilogy!



Concerned for his fiancée’s safety, rock star Darien Scott races to Bangkok to protect Erika Bailey, only to discover his brother is missing. Fearing the worst, he contacts his nemesis, Gan, and makes a repulsive deal that will free his brother and protect Erika’s club, The Pink Flamingo. Or so he thinks. When a python and Gan are involved, things go sour, and Darien sinks into a deep depression.

Erika is disheartened by the betrayal of her parents. Her father's destruction of her club and the humiliation of her mother’s drunken behavior have her feeling down, but those are the least of her worries. She has a wedding to plan, but won’t. Having been betrayed too often, she’s scared to trust Darien.

How can Erika prove to herself and Darien that she loves and trusts him? Simple. All she has to do is jump out of a plane.


“Yeah, I was a bit tired.” Darien waggled his eyebrows. “But now I’ve had a power nap, and my batteries are all charged up.” He lowered his mouth and pressed a soft kiss against her lips.

A small groan rumbled in her throat.

He pulled back, stroking his hand across her cheek. “What I love about you is how hot you make me and how wired you can get. Your eyes. There’s still a burning hunger in there. Your nipples are still swollen, and if I touch you…” He skimmed a finger across her bush. Her hips jerked. “See. You’re still on fire.”

“Yes!” Ericka dropped her head back onto the pillow. “I’ve had two of the most mind-blowing orgasms, but my body is craving you. Your touch. You deep inside me.”

He kissed her throat and down to her chest. He reached for both breasts, tweaking and pulling her nipples.

“Oh. Every time you touch me. I just…more.”

“More what? What do you need?”

She pushed his shoulders down. “Touch me. Lick. Suck. I need you.”

He moved down her body and settled between her legs.

Erika closed her eyes and waited, her body charged, ready to respond. She held her breath waiting for that first touch. Would he lick her? Suck her? Nip her clit?

Her hands roamed over her body, down her sides, across her stomach, and up over her breasts. That didn’t fill the need to feel his touch on her. She squirmed against the bed, pulling her legs up and opening her knees wider, giving him access to her.

Still he didn’t touch her. Heat built inside. She pulled long deep breaths. She lifted her head and glared down at him. He met her gaze and grinned, but didn’t touch her. How dare he refuse? Her hunger needed to be fed. She raised her legs and hips and dropped them over his shoulders, positioning her pussy next to his mouth. “Please, Darien. Please. One touch and I’ll scream.”

Darien lapped his tongue along her clit in a single stroke. She grabbed the pillow and released a loud hiss. “Again.”

He repeated his move. She repeated her reaction.

She placed her feet on his shoulders and pushed away. “On your back.”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”











What inspired you to write your first book?

My gr 10 Creative Writing teacher. We had to write a chapter 1 and he told me to keep going instead of doing the other writing projects. By the end of the semester I had finished it.

Do you have a specific writing style?

I don't think so. I just write the story the way it presents itself to me.

How did you come up with the title?

I usually ask for help. I have some very creative friends.

Can you share a little of your current work with us?

The one I am writing on doesn't have a name yet. But the next is a Christmas short and will be released in Dec and is called – Love in the Key of C.

Tell us something you hate doing. Why?

DISHES!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm an only child so they was never a time I could pawn the job off on a sibling.

Tell us something nobody knows about you.

If I do, then everyone will know about it.

Have you ever jumped out of a plane?

Why would anyone jump out of a perfectly good plane?

But funny enough, in this book the heroine has to.

Do you use a pseudonym? If so how did you choose it?

Yes, actually I have two? The one I made up, it just popped into my head and the other – I asked for help from writer's group.


Daryl Devoré (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She's touched a moon rock, a mammoth and a meteorite. She's been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life's an adventure and Daryl's having fun living it.





Monday, February 12, 2018

An Unexpected Nanny by Constance Masters

Constance Masters is here today with her new book  An Unexpected Nanny!





Vi was looking for a special kind of love but what if she could have so much more?

Vi: 

My childhood wasn’t the best. Luckily for me, my grandmother came to my rescue. She helped me through the hardest decision I’d ever made. Suddenly, that decision may be in jeopardy. I made a phone call to connect with a person affected by my decision, and an opportunity fell in my lap. One, that could put to rest my concerns, and offer endless possibilities. Who knew it would turn into something I thought would never happen to me? 

Curtis: 

I lost my wife to cancer and am struggling to raise my daughter alone. I’m a doctor and my schedule is hectic at best, I need a nanny that can make a connection with my daughter and care for her. I’ve fired a few nannies already, they were unable to put my daughter or myself at ease. I’m hoping the woman I’m going to interview will be our solution. Who knew we would connect with a spark of something more? 

Publisher’s Note: This adult romance contains elements of domestic discipline and sensual scenes. If these offend you, please do not purchase.

“Arms up.” he said.

“You want me naked?” Okay, she got being naked for a spanking when you were already that way. Making her undress in front of him, not for sex but for the specific purpose of a spanking was kind of embarrassing.

“Now, you’re shy! Yes, take off all your clothes.”

“I don’t know if I'm comfortable with that, what if I don’t, undress I mean?” He couldn’t make her, could he? Physically he could, but that would maybe be more embarrassing than doing it herself. In this instance anyway.

“Then I will do it for you.”

Yep there was that. “No, I’ll do it myself.” Her disgusting stockings with the holes went first, saving her dress and panties for last, to preserve what was left of her modesty. Vi saw a chance here for a lightening of the mood so to speak. She danced around in a circle, struggling with the zipper dramatically until she’d almost turned herself inside out. It was then she realized, the zipper wasn’t coming down and her act was more than a mere show. All the while she watched Curtis’ reaction to her antics. If he was amused, he kept it well hidden.

“Would you like me to help?” he asked.

His tone was snippy at best. “If you could just undo my zipper, please.” She backed up, so he could slide down the offending fastener, offering what she hoped was an enticing wiggle.

“Get on with it, Viola.” He slid down the zip.

Sadly, it wasn’t enticing enough apparently, maybe a little more hip action. Released from her trap finally, she pushed aside the fog that was slowing her movements and confusing her brain and upped the ante. If she was going to be forced to do this, she may as well give him a real show. She swung her hips and shimmied out of the dress while humming the only vaguely stripper like tune she knew, thanks to her grandma’s taste in music, Big Spender. “Would you like to have fun, fun, fun,” she sang seductively.

Curtis took her by the wrist and tossed her over his knee. “You,” he said, landing a very hard smack to the back of her panties, “are your own worst enemy.” He punctuated each word with a very hard slap.

“Ow, I was just trying—”

“I know exactly what you were trying. Now, you’ll see where that got you.” He didn't speak again.

Vi yelled blue bloody murder as his hand bounced from one cheek to the other and back again. “Stop it you big bully!” she cried. “You’re hurting me!” She kicked so hard trying to get away that she almost fell over. As suddenly as it started, the spanking stopped. Was that it? Thank goodness, her backside was burning. “That hurt,” she said with a pout. “Thank you for stopping.” She waited for him to help her to her feet, but it didn't happen.

“Stopping? In your dreams, sweetheart. I’m only just getting started.”




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Constance Masters is a wife, mother, grandmother, friend and author. 

She writes romantic spanking fiction with the main emphasis on romance. 

Constance has always been a sucker for reading romance and that reflects in her writing but she also likes to laugh. Her stories are full of love, laughter and family comedy. It's a lot like her life.

Friday, February 9, 2018

Goldie’s Surrender (An Adult Fairy Tale) by Felicity Brandon

Felicity Brandon has a brand new book out!! GOLDIE'S SURRENDER is a sizzling adult fairy tale guaranteed to leave you breathless and on the edge of your seat. Three hot, unique and bone-melting heroes with an even hotter secret have only one question: Who’s been sleeping in their bed?



What if the fairy tale is real?

We all remember the story of Goldilocks, the young woman who stumbles across the three bears' humble abode while wandering through the woods. You'd always thought the story was make-believe, designed to entertain small children, but what if I told you that you were wrong?

Goldie Locks is very real, a spoiled young woman living in a bubble of her father's wealth and indulgence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. But little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods and what they will do when they find her asleep in their home...

In this intensely erotic tale, beautiful, headstrong Goldie is left blushing crimson as she is sternly punished and thoroughly claimed by the three strict, ruggedly handsome owners of the cottage in which she foolishly dared to trespass. To Goldie's surprise, the bold dominance of her captors arouses her deeply, but will she run for her life when their shocking secret is finally revealed?

Publisher's Note: Goldie's Surrender includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.


Author synopsis:

The fairy tale is true…

Goldie Locks is very real, a young, over-indulged woman living in a bubble of her father’s wealth and influence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. Little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods, and what they will do when they find her asleep in their bed…

In this unique erotic tale, we follow the story of Goldie’s awakening, discovering how the masterful owners of the cottage take her in hand, and offer her a taste of something different – a life where she is cherished, rather than used. For her part, Goldie learns a thing or two about herself along the way, particularly how hot and aroused she finds the shameful spankings she receives at the hands of her dominant captors. But can the pampered princess really give up her life of riches, and surrender to the will of these three strange men, and what will happen when all of their secrets are finally revealed?


“Why are you being spanked, little fawn?” Logan’s voice rings out from above me.

“I was selfish and reckless, sir,” I reply, repeating his earlier words back to him, and praying inwardly that they will suffice.

“Correct,” he answers me, just before the third swat strikes me. I feel the sting as it lands, warming the area in that dull ache I remember. “You will never. Ever. Put. Yourself. In. Danger. Again!” He accentuates each word with a new spank to my helpless backside, and I yelp, squirming at the sudden ferociousness of the onslaught.

“Are we clear, little fawn?” Logan roars from over me.

I pant in response, the arousal and embarrassment burgeoning inside of me. “Yes, sir,” I gasp. “I’m sorry.”

“Not yet,” he tells me as he spanks me again. “But you will be, Goldie. We are going to do what your Daddy should have done years ago. You will be punished soundly until you are contrite, and then you will be loved and comforted.”










Felicity Brandon is a #1 international bestseller of erotic spanking romance.

She’s been reading and writing for many years, and loves to delve into the psychological intensity of sexual submission. She has written erotic titles in contemporary, historical and fantasy genres.

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Thursday, February 8, 2018

Imperfect Monster by Jennifer Bene

Jennifer Bene is here today with her book - Imperfect Monster!



Cold, ruthless, vicious. 

I’m Paulo García’s monster, and I’d swallowed that bitter pill whole, learned to deal with it… until she stormed into the house like some avenging Valkyrie. 

Brave, stupid, beautiful. 

Nicky just wants to save her brother. She showed up with an envelope full of cash and a smart mouth and found herself in a den of monsters. I wish I could say I was the best of them, I wish I could say I wanted to protect her — but I’m far from perfect and she’s so damn sweet. 

And all I want is a taste before this world destroys her. 


Switching my hands to her hips I yanked her down the table, splitting her thighs around me, exposing her pink folds. Not wet. Yet. I could get her there. Nicky panicked when I ripped open the button to my pants, crying harder and trying to turn away. I almost flipped her onto her belly, but I wanted to see her face. Needed to.

I wrapped my arm around her thigh to hold her where I wanted her as I shoved everything out of the way, groaning in my chest as I wrapped a fist around the base of my cock. So tantalizingly close to her pussy. It would take so little effort to shove in, to hold her down… condom. After digging in my pocket I tore the foil between my teeth and rolled it on.

“No, no, no…” Nicky was pulling back, withdrawing, her eyes clenched tight as she shook her head back and forth on the table. “Why? I didn’t do anything—” She was crying again, her voice tinted with the pathetic sound of it. “I didn’t do anything to you!”

There was a twinge in my chest, somewhere inside the inky blackness eating away at everything except the urge to own her, to take her while she was still her. Before Diego could have her, before Paulo ruined her. Her next sob was like a ripple in the black, and I ripped her up from the table, fist buried in her hair. Eyes open, wide and afraid on mine.

“Please,” she whispered, close enough to my face that I felt her exhale. Another shudder in the black, a flicker of something almost human.

I crushed her to my chest, my other arm moving around her waist to hold her in place so I could roll my hips against her, rubbing my latex-clad cock against her soft flesh. Her hair smelled like sunlight, warm and summery, and I clenched my jaw as I brushed my stubble against her neck. Women were always nervous in my bed, a hint of fear as they wondered what I’d do to them, and more often than not there was pain along with the pleasure. I didn’t do gentle, I couldn’t, but they always signed up for it. They wanted to taste the darkness. Nicky had just wanted to save her brother. Feeling the shiver rush through her muscles, the grip of her thighs around my hips, the hitched expansion of her ribs — it was perfect. She was perfect, and I didn’t want to ruin it… did I?

More importantly, could I stop myself?


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Jennifer Bene is a USA Today bestselling author of dark romance. She’s been in the Amazon Top 50, and had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, Suspense, Thrillers, Horror, and more. While she’s been writing for years, it's always been the dark stuff that makes her tingly, so her books are full of aggressive alpha males, feisty women who may or may not have a submissive streak, and intense, psychological story lines. Don’t worry though, she always insists on having a nice little happily-ever-after, because without the dark we'd never appreciate the light.



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Cowgirl Thrill Rider by Sahalie Blue & Sterling Scott

Sahalie Blue & Sterling Scott are here today with their book: Cowgirl Thrill Rider



The golden age of rodeo for a Nebraska cowgirl. 

Polly Duffy had learned to ride horses almost before she could walk. She loves to ride more than anything. In 1916, at age fourteen, she enters a steer riding contest at the local county fair and wins, never to look back. She becomes addicted to the thrill of the ride be it relay races, bronc busting or steer riding. 

Her pioneer mother wants a better life for her daughter since she believes a woman's place is far from the rodeo arena. But Polly is determined to 'cowgirl up' – to step up to the challenge, and prove that she can ride that ornery, bucking bronc despite being a diminutive female. 

Polly's riding skills bring her to the attention of Texas Jack, a Wild West show promoter. She joins his traveling show in 1920, where she meets champion steer wrestler and bronc rider Buck Delmar. Polly is determined to make it big herself and, with the help of immigrant Cossack trick riders, soon becomes a talented, famous performer, thrilling audiences with her death-defying stunts on horseback. 

She and Buck later join the rodeo circuit, where she competes in trick riding. The hardest, most dangerous, tricks earn the most prize money. As her addiction to the thrill of winning – and the money – grows, she risks reputation and virtue, while putting her life in jeopardy. 

Can Buck help her achieve her dreams with his loving guidance and discipline? 

Note: This sweet, spirited romantic western contains elements of domestic discipline and explicit love scenes.



“Howdy. You must be Polly. I'm your tent-mate, Lulu. Go ahead and make yourself at home. There's yer cot.” The woman gestured to the empty cot on the left. “I'm sorry, that ole quilt has seen better days. You can have Winnifred, our Wild West show's seamstress, make you a new one. She made me this here quilt. Ain't it purty?”

“It is, but I can make due.”

“Well then, suit yourself.”

Polly stowed her carpet bag under the cot and sat down.



“So, I hear you're right fancy on a horse.”

“Yes, I am,” Polly answered, making no attempt to conceal her pride.

“Me, I'm good with a gun. Just like my famous auntie, Annie Oakley.” Lulu paused to see what effect the recognizable name had on her new acquaintance. However, Mr. Beaumont had already informed Polly of the relationship, and she displayed no awe. “She taught me everything she knows,” Lulu continued. “Wait until you see my mirror shots. The crowd loves 'em.”

Lulu, finished painting her toes, began decorating her fingernails.

“But, my auntie's ladylike behavior didn't rub off on me. No sirree, ain't no way you'll find me sittin' around doing embroidery and needlepoint,” Lulu snorted. “Say, you ever have any problems with a no good, pesky varmint around here —the two-legged kind, that is, let me know. I'll blow his pecker off.” The sharpshooter laughed heartily. “Seriously, the guys around here are mostly gents. Texas Jack sees to that. So, you shouldn't have nothin' to worry about.”

Not knowing what to say, Polly simply replied, “I wasn't worried.” Relations with men had not entered her mind.

“Well, you do what you're told, and don't mess up in the ring, and Jack'll pretty much leave you alone.” Lulu puffed on her fingers to dry the polish.

“Oh? What would he do otherwise?” Polly prodded.

The sharpshooter lifted a hip and rubbed her flank, “Ah, Spankin' Jack will see you don't make the same mistake twice.”

“Really? He spanks?”

“Oh yeah, he'll tan your hide but good. He's a stickler for perfection. Lulu reached under her bunk and withdrew a brown bottle. She uncorked it and took a swig. “Unlike Auntie Annie, who hosts tea parties, I've got a taste for whiskey. And, Jack don't like it, 'cuz when I'm drunk, I can't see straight. So I miss my targets, the crowd boos, and I'm in deep shit.” Lulu took another swig and laughed.


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Sahalie Blue was born and raised in the Midwestern US along the shores of Lake Michigan. She now lives in the Pacific Northwest, treasuring the great outdoors of her new home. 

Sahalie loves hiking in the region's majestic Cascade Mountains, dense mossy forests and sagebrush-filled deserts. Her revered, special place is Sahalie Falls, a roaring waterfall that pounds the McKenzie River into a rainbowed mist. 

She's been married for several years to a computer guy who loves to tell jokes. She appreciates laugh-out-loud moments. She enjoys reading just about anything, but mysteries, romances, and science fiction are her favorites. She is passionate about expressing her thoughts and feelings in her writing. 

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Sterling Scott writes of his imagined adventures within the backdrop of actual historical events. While some of his stories are more fictional than others, he likes to entwine real events into a new version of how it should have happened. Additionally, he includes experiences from his life and those friends who have shared events with him. 

When not writing, Sterling travels the highways and visits his children. He spends a lot of time playing with his first grandchild. 

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Making the Rules By Ashe Barker

The lovely Ashe Barker is here today with her latest book - MAKING THE RULES! Don't miss this hot thrilling spanking romance!



When twenty-five-year-old forensic sociology student Lily Jamison travels to a small town in West Yorkshire to investigate the mysterious disappearance of a young girl, she expects to be working alone. But then Ben Tyler offers his help, and before Lily knows it the handsome former Chicago police officer has taken charge and made it his business to keep her safe, even if that means baring her bottom for a painful, embarrassing spanking when she disobeys him. 

Ben’s firm-handed dominance and strict correction leave Lily deeply aroused, and when he takes her in his arms and shows her how a man masters a woman properly, she cannot help begging for more. But as Lily gets closer to the truth, she becomes ever more reckless. When she pushes things too far with her impulsive behavior, will Ben be prepared to punish her as thoroughly and shamefully as necessary to convince her that he is the one making the rules? 

Publisher’s Note: Making the Rules includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. 










Ben released his grip on her hand. Lily closed the door to the room behind her and leaned back on it, barely able to believe what she was doing. She’d actually come here, in the middle of the night, to the home of a man, a man near enough a total stranger, to ask him to spank her.

What if he was some sort of deranged madman? A sadist? A pervert? All of the above? She knew next to nothing about Ben Tyler, yet here she was, in his bedroom of all places. And what if he wasn’t content to stop at just a spanking? She wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. She shouldn’t be here, she really shouldn’t.

The sudden rush of good sense had barely crystallised in her head before Ben caught her by the shoulders. He whirled her around so her back was pressed against the door and he brought his mouth down across hers in a kiss that quite literally stole her breath away. Stunned momentarily, Lily could only part her lips in response to his demanding pressure, and reeled as he darted his tongue between her teeth. He curled it around hers in a sensuous dance, and her knees buckled.

Ben appeared to sense her imminent collapse and tightened his hold, inserting his knee between her legs to hold her upright. Lily looped her hands together behind his neck and simply hung on.

He broke the kiss after a few moments, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Holy fuck, I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you yesterday.”

“Me too,” she whispered, only now allowing that desire to surface and take form. “I wanted… I mean, I thought…”

“I know.”

She should have bristled at his response, his confident certainty. Instead, she welcomed it, wanted to drown in it. Craved more of it.

“Are we, I mean, should we… Do you want me to take my clothes off?” He had said bare bottom, but she was uncertain just how much nudity that actually meant.

“Well, that’d be nice but let’s just check we’re on the same page here.” He lifted his head and took her chin in his palm, angling her face up so she had to meet his gaze. “You’re here because you want to try a spanking. Am I right, Lily?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I was wondering… I mean, it might… I watched some videos.”

“Videos?” He grinned at her. “I can imagine. And now you want to try it for yourself. You’re curious, right?”

“I suppose so. It’s just… I can’t really explain but I wanted to know how it would feel. How it would make me feel. You said it would relieve stress…”

“So curious that you come out, on your own, in the middle of the night?” He lifted one dark blond eyebrow. “Jesus Christ, girl, you’ve fucking earned a spanking for that alone. If you were my submissive you’d get what you deserve and not sit down for a week.”

“What are you talking about?” A prickle of unease snaked down Lily’s spine. “I thought… I mean, it looked like it might be fun, that it might even help me. I don’t want you to hurt me. What do you mean, ‘your submissive’?”

He stepped back. “You’re right. We are here to have fun and to give you your first taste of a spanking. It will hurt, but I think you already know that. It’s a nice sort of hurting though and we can stop whenever you like. That’s a fun spanking. For a moment there I was talking about something entirely different and definitely not why we’re here. I apologise if I frightened you, but you need to know I care about you and you scared me shitless just then. Promise me you won’t go wandering about on your own in the middle of the night.”

“But I was perfectly safe.”

“Just promise me, please. Humour me. I’m from New York.”

“Okay. I promise.”

He kissed her again. “Good girl. Now, you can get undressed if you like.”




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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Kai (A Dark Assassins Novel Book One) by Valerie Ullmer

Valerie Ullmer is here today with her book: Kai (A Dark Assassins Novel Book One)




There are two words that described Kai. 

Remote and Deadly. 

And until six months ago, he was fine with that description. But when the vampire assassin spots a curvaceous woman, a human no less, who would come to fill his thoughts, he would gladly shake his persona for a moment in time with her. Instead, he kept his distance, watching out for her and learning more about her every time their paths crossed. But he had yet to speak to her. When a turn of events thrusts her into his solitary life, he must decide whether to complete his assignment, or protect her. 

Olivia Sabin had dedicated her life to her work; finding a cure for cancer. She had hidden behind the mask of a scientist who cares little about anything beyond her laboratory, and for a long while she believed it herself. But when a mysterious man came to frequent the diner she visited nightly, her awareness of him devastated her concentration, and she came to look forward to the glimpses of him, however brief. 

When she stumbles upon a horrific experiment at work, she knows he’s the only one she can turn to. She’s willing to sacrifice everything in order to protect him and others of his kind from the same fate. But first, she needs to find a way to get him to hear her explanation.


That night, he had been trailing Ms. Na soon after the sky darkened, and he watched as she slipped past security of a biotech company. For long minutes, he had thought he lost her. When she emerged with a box under her arm, she glanced around to see whether she had been spotted, and happened to glance in his direction and froze. He knew that she couldn’t have spotted him, and yet she acted as though she did.

Within seconds, she had darted toward what he assumed was another exit, and his eyes widened when she jumped up to the corner of the building, and pushed off. He soon realized what she was doing. Ricocheting back and forth between the wall and the corner of the building, it took her three leaps before she launched herself successfully up and over the wall.

Without hesitation, he launched himself over the barrier with ease. When he landed, he felt the unmistakable press of a knife against his neck. His eyes glanced down at the tactical curved weapon, and almost started when she pressed her lithe body against his back instead of pressing the knife harder against his skin.

“Hello, gorgeous,” she purred.

He didn’t respond in kind, but considering all he could feel was her body, he knew that she ditched the package somewhere close, or had given it to someone. He doubted that she worked with anyone, so it had to be close. He didn’t really care about what it contained because the box wasn’t his assignment—she was—but he needed confirmation that what she had stolen was dangerous.

Her hand opened on his chest and caressed his pecs before it moved lower. Her hand grazed over his cock, taking her time to explore, before she slid her hands underneath his tight black shirt. Her touch caused no reaction.

“You don’t talk much, but you don’t need to in order to fuck.”

He heard the knife stick into the ground, and before he could react, she opened her fingers and pressed harder against his taut skin. He used her inattention to kick the knife away and scanned the area for the package. He spotted it easily.

Without answering, he turned around and pressed her against the wall, using his body to keep her off the ground, and buried his face against her neck. As he pressed his hard body against hers, she spoke in Chinese, a language he didn’t understand. He didn’t bother asking her what she said.

“What did you steal?” He distracted her by using his tongue, sliding against her collarbone, up her neck, until he had the lobe between his teeth. Biting down, he could smell her desire for him intensify. Although he hadn’t fucked a human in a long while, he found his lack of interest in the beautiful spy to be slightly irritating, yet expected.

“Biological agent,” she gasped.

His hand slid to her ass and pressed her harder against him, using her pleasure to keep her distracted from his next move. He almost regretted that he wouldn’t be able to sink his cock into her tightness, somehow knowing that she would have kept up with his sexual demands. But instead of feeling desire, he felt nothing.

He scraped his teeth against her skin, a warning as to what was to come, a split second before his fangs pierced her throat.

His targets always fought, a survival instinct that the humans had, yet rarely used. She was no different. Her fists pounded against his chest, and he barely felt it. Her blood, although he expected a sweetness to it, had a horrid metallic taste that he hated. Her heartbeat fluttered in her chest, and her arms gave out before her body sagged against his. With one final beat of her heart, any sounds from her ceased, and he released her.

Although her blood gave him strength, the taste of those he killed had worsened over the years, and he could barely stand to drain them dry. In this case, he used her desire to his advantage. The taste would dissipate soon, he hoped.






Valerie writes paranormal and contemporary romances with strong alpha males and brilliant, beautiful heroines. She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab. She's addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character driven romances.