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Title: Dangerous Games: An Armed & Dangerous/Circle of Justice Crossover Novel
Author: LP Dover
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: November 19, 2019
Photographer: Sara Eirew
Cover Design: Letitia Hasser @ RBA Designs

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author L.P. Dover comes the crossover fans having been waiting for! Beloved characters from her Armed & Dangerous and Circle of Justice novels come together in this tantalizing new series!
For years, my family was on top.

 

Ruthless.

 

Respected.

 

Feared.
 
That all changed with the death of my father. As I moved into the position of power over the Corsino empire, enemies to the family tried to take over my city. They thought I would be weakened by my loss. They don’t know me.
 
My name is Dominic Corsino, and I have a ravenous appetite for money, power, and women. The last of which I pushed aside when Faith Hilliard, a close family friend, turned up in need of help. I’ve always wanted her, yet couldn’t bring myself to involve her in the dark savagery of my world. Now, she’s within my grasp once more. If I didn’t fear her running from my brutal truth, I would have already tasted her sweet temptation.
 
But the time for hesitation passes when a fighter in my underground ring is murdered. With my family name at stake, I can no longer hide who I am and what I’m capable of. It’s all coming down to a one winner-takes-all match. If I walk away with the prize, the threats against the Corsinos will be crushed. If I lose, our entire empire will crumble.
 
It’s a dangerous game … and I’m ready to play.
The fight was almost done. Dominic’s fighter didn’t have a single drop of blood on him. All it took was a couple more punches and the Salvatore fighter was on the mat, his face a swollen, bloody mess.
Sam hooted and hollered in celebration, prodding me to celebrate with him. “Come on, Faith. Your team just won.”
If only I’d known I had a team. I stood with him and clapped along with everyone in the crowd. Marco handed out the stacks of money to those who made the right bets, and once that was done, he took the largest amount of cash over to Dominic and handed it over. I’d never seen that much money before.
“This seriously can’t be legal,” Sam said, gazing around in awe.
“That doesn’t bother you?” I countered. If he only knew the things I did.
Judging by the look on his face, it didn’t. “Not at all,” he said, shaking his head. He was starstruck. The room was filled with some of the richest people in New York City. With the right connections, his brewery could skyrocket. It was scary how money could blind you.
Tons of people walked up to Dominic to congratulate him and he met them all with a smile on his face. There were even a couple of women who tried to rub up on him and he moved away without giving them a second notice. Deep down it gave me a level of satisfaction to see that, but it still didn’t change the fact that he kept a huge secret from me.
“Why are you standing over here and not with Dominic?” Sam asked, nodding over at Dominic. I met his gaze and when I didn’t answer, he sucked in a breath. “Oh my God, you didn’t know about all of this, did you?”
I shook my head. “Dominic failed to mention it.”
His eyes widened. “What the hell? I’m so sorry. Do we need to go?”
“Probably. I don’t want him knowing I’m here.” A part of me wanted to go right up to Dominic so he’d know I was there, but the other wanted to test him, to see if he’d ever tell me the truth. However, it didn’t look like I’d get to do either of those things. You know how in the movies there would be a crowded room and the two lovers were destined to make eye contact? That was exactly what happened. Dominic found me from across the room and froze. My heart stopped and everything around me ceased to exist. There was no sound, only the pounding of my pulse in my ears.
Sam grabbed my arm. “Faith! What do we do?”
The spell had broken, and I sucked in a breath. By now, Reed had seen me and both him and Dominic tried to get through the crowd. It wasn’t the right time or place to confront him. I squeezed Sam’s arm. “You can stay here, but I have to go. Thank you for tonight.”
Turning on my heel, I hurried toward the door, but I didn’t get far before someone stepped in my way. “I should’ve known you’d find your way down here.”
Dominic and Reed still hadn’t managed to get through all the people, but I was running out of time. I looked up at Isaiah who had a smug grin on his face. “Yeah, well, I’m resourceful like that.” I tried to step past him, but he blocked me again. “Seriously, Isaiah, you need to get out of my way.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re not thinking of running off, are you?”
I wasn’t the type to run away from anything. I faced my problems head on. Huffing, I pursed my lips. “Actually, I want to go to my room. In a matter of minutes, Dominic will be pushing through that swarm of people,” I said, pointing at the mob behind me. “And when he does, I don’t want to be here. He can find me upstairs.”
Isaiah’s gaze narrowed, but then he nodded. “Okay. I’ll make sure you get up there.”

 

In other words, he probably didn’t believe me and had to make sure I didn’t try to run away. Instead of going to the door I came in, Isaiah led me to a red door at the far end of the room. Once we made it through, there was a long hallway and a set of elevators. Things were about to change. I could feel it
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author L. P. Dover is a southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she began her literary journey she worked in periodontics, enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.
 
She loves to write, but she also loves to play golf, go on mountain hikes, and has a passion for singing. Her youngest daughter, who she’s also written a children’s book with, expects a concert each and every night before bedtime, usually Christmas carols.
 
Dover has written countless novels in several different genres, including a children’s book with her youngest daughter, but her favorite to write is romantic suspense. However, she has found a new passion in romantic comedy, especially involving sexy golfers. Who knew the sport could be so dirty and fun to write about.

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Title: Working Back
Series: Cook Brothers Novel
Author: BJ Harvey
Genre: Second Chance Romance
Release Date: October 23, 2019
Girls weren’t on Bryant Cook’s radar until the day he moved next door to the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Fortunately for him, Faith Baker fell just as hard that first day as well.
 
From age eight to twenty-two, it was the ‘Faith and Bryant’ show, and their happily forever after seemed certain. Until it wasn’t.
 
Now she’s back after twelve years and she wants what they had.
 
That’s when Bryant issues a challenge. One Faith can’t resist. After all, her future—their future—is riding on it.
 
She said she’d do anything. She just didn’t think he meant *that*..
 
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Working Back is a full-length, second chance, childhood soulmates, house flipping romantic comedy that can be read as a complete standalone and is book 3 in the Cook Brothers series.

 

“OMG!!! Talk about ROMCOM PERFECTION!” – Reading Is Our Satisfaction.
 
 
“If you’re looking for light, fun, flirty, and a whole lot of steam, it’s right here.” – Goodreads review.
 
 
“You will swing from rolling around on the floor laughing to swoon worthy moments that will have you weak in the knees and your heart so full.” – Goodreads review.
 
“Bryant!” Faith shouts. My body goes still; then, I jerk into action. I drop my bottle to the ground. I rip the door open and race to her room.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, hanging off the side of her doorway when I reach her.
Her face is pale, her eyes snapping to mine as soon as I enter the room. She’s standing on top of the bed—more like cowering, really. Her finger points to the floor on the far side of the bed.
“There… there’s a…” She’s near-on shaking her bottom lip trembling.
“What, Faith?”
“There’s a spider under the bed,” she says, shaking her head from side to side, her hands covering her face. “And it had babies!
I freeze, unable to comprehend what I’m seeing.
“Faith, how on earth can you still be scared of bugs?”
“You don’t know what bugs are until you’ve lived in Australia, especially spiders.”
“You’re a biologist,” I say, remembering how she hated to be put in a ‘specific scientific box.’
“Zoologist actually. Which is a lot different than those bug people who study things like—you know—big-ass spiders, Bryant Cook.”
“Are you full-naming me, Faith Baker?”
“You bet your ass I am, and I’ll keep doing it till you remove said spider and all its spider babies from my room.” She’s shriek-shouting by the end of her demand, and it’s cute as hell.
I lean against the doorframe and cross my arms over my chest. “So no future as an arachnologist?”
“Bry…” she hisses. “I’m begging you.”
“Say please then.”
“What?”
“Please. It’s usually followed by a thank you when the person completes the task you’ve asked them to do. It’s Manners 101. I know Mrs. Baker taught you all about that.”
“He brings my mom into it,” she mutters dryly, looking to the ceiling as if seeking answers—or a weapon to throw at me. Her eyes plead with mine. “Please, Bryant. Torture me with anything else but not bugs.”
I sigh, fighting—and failing—to stop a small triumphant grin making its home on my face.
“Smug much?” she mutters as I round the bed and drop to my hands and knees. “What are you doing?”
I crane my neck to look up at her from the floor. “I’m trying out a new yoga position. What the hell do you think I’m doing? I’m looking for the spider mama and her babies.”
“Like that?
I sit up on my calves and look at her, dumbfounded. She’s always had a fear of spiders, but this is bordering on ridiculous. I arch a brow. “Got a spare hazmat suit lying around?”
“No need to get snippy.”
My lips twitch. “Never been called snippy before.”
“Never thought I’d need to say the word,” she retorts with a half-smile.
“What exactly does being snippy entail?”
She puts her hands on her hips and narrows her eyes. “Are we really standing here arguing about your behavior?”
“Well if you’d stop, then I could get on with ridding your room of all the creepy crawlies you hate.”
Her face falls. “You think there’s more than this?”
Ah, shit. This is not good. “No. I mean—”
“I can’t… I mean…” Her eyes fill with tears, and I feel like the biggest asshole on the planet.
I stand and open my arms, holding my breath as she looks at my hands then back to my face a few times before slowly moving forward and letting me comfort her. When she bends down and lays her head on my shoulder, a warm feeling settles in my heart.
“You probably think I’m a big baby,” she mumbles against my T-shirt. I smile, rubbing her back and cupping her head, keeping her close, enjoying this far more than I thought I would so soon. I swear this woman has superpowers when it comes to me.
“Can we fumigate the house?” she asks, her soft voice full of hope.
Without answering her, I tighten my arms around her waist and pull her off the bed. “Hold on, babycakes.”
She lets out a squeak as I carry her across the room. Her legs circle around my hips, and her arms strangle me as they tighten around my neck.
Once we’re in the hallway, I gently lower her to the ground, her fingers gripping my shoulders as she tips her wide eyes up to mine. Where I expect to find a spark of anger, there’s soft heat that I’m not prepared to see. She’s still standing close, her chest brushing mine. Her tongue darts out and traces along her bottom lip, and I can’t tear my gaze away.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“Can’t have you being scared of your own room.”

BJ Harvey is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Bliss Series. She regards herself as a smut peddler, suspense conjurer, and a funny romance thinker upper. An avid music fan, you will always find her singing some hit song badly and loving every minute of it. She’s a wife, a mom to two beautiful girls, and hails from what she considers as the best country in the world—New Zealand—although she currently lives in Perth, Australia.
 
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Tabloid Princess by Anna Bloom

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Blurb
“She didn’t believe in fairy tales… until she fell for a prince.”
Single mother, Leia Lawrence didn’t have a storybook childhood. Now? Dating… men…? She’d rather stay in her tower of solitude.
Until her path crosses with the heir to the British throne.
He should be the bad boy the press portray him as.
He isn’t.
He should be as arrogant as the rich elites she despises.
He isn’t
He should be easy to walk away from.
Oh, boy, he isn’t.
Oliver is nothing like the man she expects. Smart, funny and caring, he could push through every defence she has in place.
But one passing moment could change everything. It could bring the press to her door and uncover secrets she thinks are long dead.
What will he be willing to do to protect her?
She has nowhere left to turn, except to her prince.
The only thing she can do is wait and see if he’ll choose to protect his country… or her…
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Opposites attract
Against the odds
Royal romance
Millionaire romance
Scandal Queen (book 2) Releases 28th November
 
 
 
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Meet the Author

A book hoarder and coffee addict by heart Anna Bloom loves to write extraordinary stories about real love. Based south of London with her husband, three children and a dog with a beard, Anna likes to connect with readers, fan girl over her favourite authors and binge watch Supernatural while drinking lots of wine.

 

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Title: Lion: Southside Skulls MC
Author: Jessie Cooke
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 29, 2019
The man all of Boston loves to hate, his beautiful daughter and a sad, lonely biker come together in this explosive tale of secrets and lies, respect, betrayal, and complicated adult relationships. They all have a lot to learn about love, but first they’ll have to learn a lot about each other, and forgiveness.
 
When Madison first met Lion, the incredibly hot muscular biker, she couldn’t deny how badly she wanted him or how strangely connected she felt toward him. But most of all, Madison was unable to deny that he was the most rude, insufferable introvert that she’d ever met, and that he was not at all interested in anything she had to offer.
 
When Lion met Madison he tried to deny his desire for the doe-eyed beauty, and the strange connection he felt toward her. Lion had spent so much of his life alone. He had lost all the people he’d loved the most and he had no reason to believe that Madison would be any different…especially since she was the daughter of the man who had hurt him most in life, a man he was sure he could never forgive.
 
Grant “Hawk” Benning gave up one of his kidneys for his daughter when she was two years old. He was at Lion’s mother’s side the day the boy was born. Hawk loved them both but he lived his life in a way that most people didn’t understand, and he found out the hard way that sticking around for either one of them was going to be easier said than done. When Hawk gets a second chance to bond with his daughter, he grasps it with both hands. But secrets from his past and even those in his present just won’t stay buried…no matter how hard he tries.
 
While Lion and Madison grapple with their feelings for each other and Hawk struggles to keep the past at bay, an old enemy returns to stalk Lion and one fateful night will bring twenty-two years of pain, suffering and anger to a head. The fallout will reach far and wide, and it will be one that none of them may survive.
Boston
1997


The shadows of the two teenagers danced off the walls of the rotting wooden planks as shafts of the last light of day streamed through the jagged gaps in the wood. The place was crudely built with what looked like recycled materials that had not been “gently” used. The floor was dirt, and tufts of dust swirled around their feet and up onto the crudely built desk, sitting at an angle, held up by the wall. The top of the desk was covered with a dusty old sheet, and Linc, the ringleader of the trespassing duo, lifted it up and snorted out a laugh.

“Told you this fucker was as messed up as the old lady.”

Walt looked over his friend’s shoulder. Walt was much bigger than Linc…but that hadn’t kept Linc from being the dominant personality since the day they met in the fourth grade. Walt’s mother spent years kindly telling her son he was just a “big boy.” But the kids at school had been calling him things like “Whale” and “Pig” since he was five years old. Walt also knew he wasn’t smart. He barely held onto passing grades at school, and sometimes suspected the teachers just passed him because they were tired of having to look at him. He was fat, stupid, and ugly, and Linc was the only person who was willing to be friends with him. Of course, Linc told him daily that he was fat, stupid, and ugly, and Walt wasn’t so stupid that he didn’t know their “friendship” was about Linc’s dominance and control…but somehow that was better than absolute loneliness and despair.

“They’re not bad,” Walt said, without thinking. Linc turned quickly and slapped his big friend on the side of the head. He had to reach up to do it. Walt towered over him and outweighed him by at least forty pounds, but Lincoln O’Leary was not the least bit afraid that Walt would be stupid enough to hit him back.

“They’re pictures of men. I told you he was a pussy.” Walt glanced down at the drawings on the table again. They were drawings of men and motorcycles. Some of the men looked familiar and Walt recognized the Skulls emblem. He’d lived in South Boston his entire sixteen years of life, so he knew full well who the Skulls were. He wondered if the artist knew them. He was still admiring how detailed the sketches were when Linc used his arm and wiped the drawings off the desk and down onto the dirt floor. Papers and charcoal pencils flew around the tiny room and Walt swallowed hard when Linc chuckled and said, “Lots of kindling.”

Walt knew before they’d walked the six miles from Walt’s house out to the isolated property that evening what his friend had in mind. He knew Linc…knew him well, but he’d still been hoping that his friend wouldn’t be able to go through with it, or that something else would come up to stop him. But Walt knew now that wasn’t going to happen. Linc had pulled a glass bottle out of the backpack he was wearing, and he popped open the latched, ceramic top. It was the kind of bottle that Walt’s uncles sometimes used to store their moonshine in. Walt had been the one to steal it out of their garage at home and bring it to Linc…who filled it up with kerosene.

Linc smiled while he generously poured the kerosene all over the papers on the floor, splashed some against the dilapidated walls, and sprinkled what was left across the crooked little desk and stool. With eyes watering from the fumes, Linc turned to Walt and said, “Out the door.” Walt backed outside, looking around to make sure they were still alone. As much as he was terrified of getting caught…he almost wished they would be, so this would end.

Linc followed him out, grasping a handful of the kerosene-drenched drawings off the floor on his way. He shoved them in Walt’s direction and said, “Light her up.”

Linc had been intent from the beginning that Walt be the one to light the fire. Linc told him to bring a lighter, and he also told him, “Just you wait, lighting that fire is going to make you feel like a powerful son of a bitch.” So far, Walt just felt sick.

“Linc, are you sure about this?”

“Are you wimping out on me? It’s not like anyone’s in there, you stupid fuck. This motherfucker and that old lady both need to be taken down a peg or two. They need to remember they’re nothing but white trash and they can’t go around breaking up families. Now fucking do it!”

Walt looked over toward the house. There was a garden between the little shed and the back porch of the little white house. Small windows dotted both sides of the red door in the center, and light wafted out from them both. Walt didn’t mind so much burning down the shed…he supposed he could see why Linc hated them so much. But he did worry about the fire spreading to the house. He didn’t want anyone to get hurt…not like that.

“Fucking do it!” Linc said, through his teeth. Walt knew if he didn’t do it, Linc would. Either way the shed would burn and if Walt didn’t take part, Linc would whoop his ass later. He slid his shaking hand in his pocket and pulled out the lighter he’d stolen from his mother earlier that day, and then took the papers from Linc. Grateful for his long arms, he held the papers out in front of him as far as he could, and he lit one corner. For a second the dancing and twirling of the blue and orange flames mesmerized him. It was only when he realized that the tips of his fingers were burning and his face felt like it was melting that he knew he was on fire. “Throw it, fucktard!” Linc yelled. He was already running away, toward the dense line of trees that surrounded the property. With a yelp of pain, Walt tossed the papers through the doorway of the little shed…and the drawings on the floor were instantly engulfed in flames that licked at and tried to climb up the walls. A wild surge of heat that burned through Walt’s body caused him to take off running. Linc was so far ahead of him that he’d never catch up, but Walt continued to run, faster than his pudgy legs had ever taken him before.
 
 

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Title: Last Night
Author: Kim Deister
Genre: Psychological Thriller/Suspense
Release Date: September 21, 2019
Publisher: Tangled Tree Publishing

 
Terrifying visions torment Starra. Lost moments of time and flashes of images too horrific to accept fill her with icy fear so complete she can’t escape it. With too many unanswered questions, she needs answers. Now. It’s her only hope if she wants to save what’s left of her shattered mind and soul.
 
Unlike Starra, Mina cares nothing for her soul. Damned long ago, she’s too scarred for redemption. There are people meant to enjoy lives of love and family and friends. Mina isn’t one of these people. Her life is in the shadows, unafraid of the dark… until she realizes that something lurks in those shadows, something that wants to tear her apart.
 
One never knows what the darkness hides…

 



 

 



 

 
 
I was born and raised in a tiny town in the wilds of northern New York, a pretty, little college town called Potsdam. I grew up in a family of lawyers and teachers and bucked all the traditions. Before becoming a writer, I spent a lot of years wearing combat boots in the US Army. I spent most of my time in boots working as a Signals Intelligence Analyst (no jokes!) and a linguist. I also worked as a tech writer, an entirely different kind of writing, for Corning Glass Works. Now, I’m an Army wife and a mom to four sons.  Over the years, our Army life has taken us all over the place and I have been lucky enough to work and live in some pretty amazing places.  Now we live in Hawaii, just minutes from the beach!
 
I am a writer thoroughly in love with words. Reading them, writing them… I love that words can take you outside of your world and let the unimaginable become imaginable. When I’m not writing or lounging on the beach, I’m probably somewhere with my nose in a book.
 



 
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Book: Found (The Scions 2)

Author: Gemma Weir

Genre: Contemporary New Adult Romance

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Synopsis
A throwaway & a Princess.Both of us are messed up, both of us pretending.

I’ve played with her, manipulated and bullied her, right up until the moment I realised how much I wanted her.

When I was planning to beg for forgiveness, someone else was planning her demise.

Her crown might have slipped but no one will ever be able to take it away, she’s a Princess, my Princess to the very core.

I’ve spent every moment of the last few years counting down for my freedom, now I want to be caught and bound to her.

Archer’s Creek was where I was forced to come; now it’s the only place I’ve ever wanted to stay.

Can she forgive me or has my past left me beyond redemption.

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Gemma Weir is a half crazed stay at home mom to three kids, one man child and a hell hound. She has lived in the midlands, in the UK her whole life and has wanted to write a book since she was a child. Gemma has a ridiculously dirty mind and loves her book boyfriends to be big, tattooed alpha males. She’s a reader first and foremost and she loves her romance to come with a happy ending and lots of sexy sex.
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Title: Tempted
Series: The Dark Necessities – Dalton’s Tale #1
Author: Felicity Brandon
Genre: Contemporary Dark Romance
Release Date: September 18, 2019

 

I’m obsessed with a woman who’s nothing but trouble.


 
She’s feisty and tempting.
And she doesn’t let anything come in the way of her mission.
I’ve dealt with my fair share of rule-breakers.
So, Delilah isn’t what I need.
But I can’t stop dreaming about having her in my arms.
She might be hiding a secret.
A secret that could destroy me and burn the city to the ground.
 
There’s only one question that remains.
Is she worth the destruction that she’s about to cause?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dalton unlocked the door to his room and flicked the switch in the entranceway. Sleek, modern lighting illuminated the large space he occupied and he took a step backwards, permitting Delilah to enter. She’d seemed incredibly nervous since the elevator, her emotions pinballing from sex siren to afraid little kitten in a matter of moments. On the one hand, it troubled him. Something was wrong with Delilah—every instinct he had told Dalton that. He sensed she was in some sort of trouble and this Jacob was the architect of it, but still, he couldn’t shake the other feeling he had that Delilah was being duplicitous. She may well be a victim of some sort, but she could also be trying to garner information about him, or his friends. So far, she’d been reticent to answer any questions about herself, and the ones she had responded to were evidently a crock of shit, but as he gazed down at her, Dalton still couldn’t decide why.
What did she really want?
Who was she working for?
Who was Delilah protecting?
“Nice place you have here.” 
Dalton turned at the sound of her voice to find Delilah at the huge panoramic window. “This view is truly something. I’ve never seen the city from this high up before.”
Dalton locked the door before he wandered over to where she was standing. “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?”
His arms snaked around her middle. “But it pales into insignificance when you’re in the room, Delilah.”
She snorted, twisting in his arms to face him. “Oh come on,” she said with a laugh. “You’re not expecting me to fall for that old line, are you?”
Dalton’s lips curled at her answer. There she went again, flitting from one emotional state to the next faster than he could take a breath. Being with Delilah was like experiencing whiplash. “Actually, I meant what I said,” he assured her. “You’ll find I rarely say things I don’t mean.”
Delilah bit her lip at that, as if considering his words, perhaps registering the accusation he was making about her honesty, though she never vocalized the understanding. “I see.”
He cocked his eyebrow at her, revelling in the way she physically squirmed at the sight. “Still want me to fuck you, little firecracker?”
In a way, Dalton didn’t know why he asked. She’d already told him how excited she was at the prospect, and hell, she’d travelled all the way up here to his room, but still, there was going to be something mesmerizing about hearing the admission from her pouty little lips, right here, with London as the backdrop.
Delilah’s chest rose and fell, her breathing increasing becoming laboured. “You know I do.”
The look of her was scintillating.
“I want to hear you say it.” Dalton’s hand rose to her hair, fisting the beautiful auburn bob that had first caught his attention in the line at Diablo. “Tell me what you want. Tell me if you need my ropes again. Did you dream about them last night? Have you been craving the sting of my palm?”
His voice was ardent all of a sudden, a frenzy of desire stirring in him as she writhed under his palm. Delilah gasped, her lips parting as though she was going to speak, though no words came. In her mind though, Dalton was privy to all those private thoughts. The things she couldn’t say. The ones she was too afraid to admit.
Oh God… Oh my God, he’s right! How can he be right? How can he know what stuff?
“Dalton.”
His fingers tightened in her silky locks. “Sir.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
Dalton glowered down at her. “Don’t be a fool, little firecracker. Of course you do. You always do. Where’s that smart mouth now? The one that always has an answer for me? The one that can’t help itself?”
Delilah’s lashes fluttered at him. 
Bloody hell, I’ve never seen him like this. I’ve never seen any man like this…
“I want you, sir,” she rasped. “You know I do.”
That was a start. “And the rest?” Dalton’s voice was demanding.
“I don’t know,” she repeated in a desperate tone. “And that’s the truth, sir.”
“You know how you felt yesterday.” He edged closer toward her wide eyes. “You know how the ropes and the spanking made you feel.”
Delilah gulped at his proximity, but she steeled herself. He actually saw the moment she began to push back. “Yeah, I know.”
“Tell me.” Dalton was only a few inches from her now. Close enough to swoop and steal a kiss if he wanted to. 
“They made me wet.” Fire burned in her pale gaze at the admission. “Is that what you want to hear? I was wetter than I’ve been for years, sir, and it was all due to you.”
Dalton’s cock strained against his suit pants at her words.
Fuck, yes. That was precisely what he wanted to hear.
“You want more of that?” He tilted his head and leaned in to skim his mouth over hers.
Delilah groaned as their lips grazed, rolling her hips toward him in what seemed like a primal reflex.
“You want more of my bondage, Delilah?”
“Yes.” 
Dalton drew away, but still the full intensity of his stare seared into her. “Say it.”
“I want it.” She practically spat the words at him. “I want your bondage, sir.”
His eyes widened at the abrupt confession. “And my palm?” he continued, seizing whatever advantage the privacy of his own room had afforded him. “Shall I spank you again?”
Delilah jerked her head away from his hand, but Dalton’s fingers gripped harder, holding her in place.
“Answer me!”
“Yes!” she cried out, emotion flashing in her eyes, though Dalton wasn’t sure if it was passion or anger that radiated with the fiercest influence.
Dalton could sympathize. He’d rarely been affected by the force of intensity that was coursing around his body, and it had never been inspired by a woman before. He had no idea what it was about Delilah, but there was something. 
There had always been something. Right from that first petulant word through to this moment. He’d never been able to get her out of his thoughts.
Dalton had always sensed it.
“Yes what?” he only whispered the words, but the way Delilah’s eyes blinked suggested she heard the power in the command.
Leaning toward him, Delilah grazed her lips against his chin. Dalton’s fingers relaxed in her hair, permitting the movement. Her caresses were so good, the heat of her breath tantalizing him. 
“Yes, sir.”
He tipped his head down toward his chest, catching the salacious look in her eyes, and that was it. Dalton couldn’t wait a moment later to possess her. Pushing her backward, they descended onto his expensive couch by the window. Dalton caught Delilah in his arms before she fell, but oddly there seemed no panic in her as they hit the soft cushions. Her attention was entirely on him, her arms locked behind his neck as he pressed forward until their mouths touched. Delilah’s knees splayed around him, her heels wrapping around his back while his tongue explored her hot, wet mouth. Delilah moaned, eliciting a new surge of arousal from his desperate cock which was already frantic at the recent escalation of their passion.
Dalton drew away from her, catching his breath while he gazed down at the firecracker beneath him. Delilah was as sexy as hell—smoking hot—but he had a feeling if he wasn’t careful, he’d be the one getting burned.


Arousal soared through his body as he lined up the crop for the next strike. Raising the implement, he landed a further two spanks to her reddening cheeks. Dalton’s hunch that Delilah might be receptive to the implement had been proven correct, but in his wildest dreams, he could never have foreseen this. She wasn’t just welcoming, she was wild. In all his years, Dalton had rarely seen a woman so turned on by the crop. Or maybe it wasn’t just the crop? Perhaps his little firecracker liked the pain, or the bondage, or her inability to take control like she usually did? He couldn’t be sure which factor inspired the greatest arousal, and yet the look of her plump, drenched lips told him it didn’t truly matter. Against all odds, Delilah was absolutely revelling in the treatment, and that was what counted.
“Oh, twenty-one and two! Sir.”
Dalton grinned. He hadn’t even had to prompt Delilah to respond this time. “Very good, firecracker,” he purred, swatting the other cheek twice. “You’re doing well at this.”
Delilah groaned, pushing her tempting cunt back as though she was searching for the next strike. “Thank you, sir. That was twenty-three and four.”
His heart raced at Delilah’s wanton display. She had always seemed like a sexual woman, but seeing her this way was sending Dalton into a hedonistic spin of his own. He desired Delilah more than he cared to admit—more than was logical. And as he gazed down at her panting form, the idea of just keeping her for himself seemed all too plausible.
But, Dalton couldn’t do that.
He didn’t just take women—that wasn’t him.
Abduction was so much more Connor’s style, and yet as he struck Delilah’s prone backside once more, nothing had ever seemed so alluring to Dalton before. He could do it. He could just keep her tied up and horny for him. Who cared about Delilah’s true motivations for coming to Diablo that night? Who cared if none of it made sense? And as she numbered the strike for him, he was suddenly overwhelmed with the possibility.
Maybe it was Dalton’s time to live a little?
His turn to do something irrational.
His chance to fall in love.
The notion filled his head, and he smiled as he continued to rain the crop down against Delilah’s breathtaking arse. Her thoughts were quiet now, no longer speaking of the pain, but consumed only with the burgeoning desire coursing through her veins, and Dalton agreed wholeheartedly. He landed strike after strike, pausing only to allow Delilah to name the swat, until, finally, there was only one more remaining.
“How many more, Delle?” There was really no need to demand the answer from her delightful lips, especially as she had only just informed him that the prior strike was number thirty-nine, yet still he asked, unable to contain the craving he felt to hear Delilah’s raspy little tone again.
“One more, sir,” she breathed and glancing over her shoulder at him, Delilah flashed him a wicked smile. “Thank you.”
Their gazes locked for a second before he landed the final strike. Dalton saw the hurt flicker through her eyes, but it was over almost before it started, her thoughts confirming what her body so ably demonstrated. She fucking loved the pain.

Felicity Brandon is a top 100 Amazon bestselling author. She loves the darker side of romance, and writes sexy, suspenseful stories, with strong themes of bondage and submission. You’ll find her either at her laptop, at the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music. 
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