Sandy Sullivan has released A Cowboy and a Country Song, perfect for cowboy and country lovers. Samantha Harris has the perfect life. As country music’s biggest and fastest rising star, she doesn’t have time for love. Enter one hot, local cowboy named Jackson Young. Not one to miss an opportunity to get closer, he takes his soon to be sister in law’s job offer to be Samantha’s personal body guard for a benefit concert. Samantha approaches him about a job on the side, to be her fake boyfriend so they can find out who is stalking her. Will the ruse become a reality?
Continuing in the Western theme, The Outlaw by Hildie McQueen continues her series, The Gentrys of Montana. Lincoln Gentry is wanted and a fugitive. When he returns to his hometown of Rutgers Ridge to clear his name, hides in an abandoned schoolhouse. Jane Conner discovers him and it becomes impossible to keep away from him. The future holds one of three outcomes for Linc and Jane, life on the run, him being hung or a highly improbably life together.
The Stranger from J.E. Wiseman features a situation every erotica writer has probably imagined. An attractive, intriguing stranger appears while Sharon is writing erotica in her notebook. After confessing what she is writing to Tristan, she takes a chance and invites him back to her cabin. They are both lonely and curious. Will Sharon’s stories come to life?
Mirage Beyond the Flames from Melinda DeRoss unites attractive, noble, dedicated French doctor Gerard with sensitive Italian sculptress Linda. Both donate their time and money to Hope – a clinic for children’s cancer research and treatment. Linda's past makes it difficult for Gerard to understand her scars and battle with her demons. In search of a cure for cancer they leave for Transylvania, get lost, and have a bizarre experience that no one believes. They don’t have any proof . Or do they?...
And finally, just released this Friday, Veiled Dominance in Club Rebellion by Evelise Archer. Shane Wise is a Dom and part owner of a popular BDSM club in Rittenhouse Square, Club Rebellion. A tumultuous past has led him to an almost perfect present, However, Shane has secret that could destroy his reputation in the BDSM world.
Deacon Archer, part owner of Club Rebellion, is in love with Shane Wise. Together they must decide if the love they feel can withstand the scrutiny they fear.
Can two dominants truly forge a relationship?Here is a red hot, restrained, Dom on Dom encounter from Veiled Dominance.
Shane freed his body and mind of outside influences and absorbed the sensation. He rocked into the hits as Deacon’s strikes became more intense.
Strike after strike created a feeling of euphoria. Lost in the sensation floating over his body, he couldn’t see Deacon flogging him, but he could feel it; the touch too pleasurable to tell Deacon to stop. His back and ass were on fire, a sense of desperation filled him, a slight panic churned. Yet, safe wording never crossed his mind. He needed this.
His sense of sight had been taken away, he had no knowledge of where Deacon would strike next, but he knew wherever it would be, Deacon would make sure he achieved the most satisfaction.
Weightless. Absorbed in the sensations that were given to him. He loved Deacon and loved how the man made him feel. Shane needed to feel, to let all his inhibitions and worries escape him.
Detached, above his own mortal body, Shane began to replay his life, a movie that included fear, abandonment, friendship and love. His life had been a black and white picture show until a select few people had entered it. Deacon being one of those people that changed his world into color.
The flogging stopped, but Shane still had no words. A small smile crossed his lips as Deacon soothed him with ointment; his back, ass, and the back of his upper thighs. Still suspended, his body slumped in relaxation. Shane knew Deacon would take care of his needs, he always did.
Sprawled on the queen sized bed in the playroom, Shane had no recollection of Deacon carrying him, his body a puddle of goo. Although Deacon was more slender and a tad bit shorter than Shane’s six foot three inch frame, he was one strong son of a bitch. Shane relished the ache on his back and ass, but what he really looked forward to–the touch of a slippery finger probing his nether hole. Oh hell yeah, I’m about to get fucked.
Shane laid on his right side with Deacon behind him as the man opened and stretched him. Fingers caressed his inner passage, massaging him. His body ached so good, the thrust of fingers sent shivers down his spine.
“Patience, babe, I’ll give you what you need,” Deacon spoke softly against Shane’s neck, while gently stroking his prostate. “Nice and loose.”
Shane pulled his left leg toward his chest and opened himself up to the ministrations of Deacon’s fingers, pushing his ass backwards.
Deacon pulled his fingers out and Shane sighed at the emptiness, but not for long. The blunt head of Deacon’s cock probed his hole and then, pop. Deacon slid in, one smooth glide filling Shane’s channel. Shane loved the sensation of Deacon pulsing in his ass, a heartbeat in time with his own.
Shane didn’t know how long they stayed in this position, but it felt like an eternity until Deacon began to move. Slowly, Deacon slid in and out, his cockhead brought to Shane’s entrance and then, with more force, back in. Shane was alive; every nerve erupted with energy as Deacon worked him over. His prostrate was stimulated, pegged on every slide in. How could he ever feel ashamed of this desire? Especially with the man who was the most important person in his life?
“You need to let go, babe,” Deacon whispered. “I need you to just relax. Feel me in you, to the core, sliding in and out. Making you feel so good that nothing else matters. Nothing.”
Shane moaned as he listened to Deacon’s word of encouragement. Close but still nothing. His balls churned with seed. His ass clenched as he grasped for purchase, Deacon’s dick far in him. He reached in front of himself to tug and pull, but the cock ring that Deacon had previously placed on him prohibited the desired motion.
“Can’t Deacon, I need. I don’t know, but I need.” Shane sounded incoherent with a desperation that only Deacon could satisfy. He needed Deacon to release his bonds and send him over the edge.
Shane thrust his head back on Deacon’s shoulders as Deacon reached for the leather strap and unbound his dick with one hand sliding up his rod and he tugged on the Prince Albert.
“Come!” Deacon commanded.
Shane’s animalistic cries echoed as he shot forth his seed, spewing on his chest and Deacon’s hand as the man pumped every drop out of him. Deacon thrust once, twice, three more times and spilled into his depths, reaching the very breadth of his soul. Deacon claimed him from the inside out, marking Shane once again as his, making him come alive. His friend, his lover, his life. Shane relaxed, content as his body came down from the euphoric high and the trembles subsided.
This fighting had to stop. The inner turmoil damaged him physically and emotionally. His nature to be both Dom and sub, even if it was far from common, had to be reconciled. Suck it the fuck up. He could not keep fighting this shame and insecurity. Shane would discuss this with Deacon. Later. After sleep.
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