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Shifters Hallows Eve #CoverReveal AND a #Giveaway!

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Author Must Haves for a #BookSigning


When I signed on for my first book signing back in 2014, I was confidant that I would sit at a table alone and sullen because no one would know who I was. I’d published 5 books by that time, but being published with a small publishing house meant that my readership was limited. However, I had a great friend who committed to being my roomie (Thank you Tracey Reid) and a couple of readers who promised they would stop by my table no matter what at the signing (Thank you Pearls InnerGoddess, April Cleaver, Sheri Vidal, and Trish Bowers) and the neurotic, obsessive enthusiasm of a new author.

I read through the event schedule at least fifty times. Wrote out lists of what to pack, and what to pre-buy. I ordered swag with my logo on it, and print books that sparkled like the fairies themselves had created them out of magic dust….er…wait…where was I going with this?

Oh yes, the packing. You see, I learned quickly that there are certain things every author MUST have on hand at their book signings. It doesn’t matter if the signing is big or small, if the attendees know you ahead of time, or don’t. What matters is how you present yourself, and whether or not you’ll be remembered. Mind you, you don’t want to be the one author everyone remembers because she was begging for $1 bills to make change, or scotch tape to hang a piece of paper with her name sharpied on it.

No, you want to be known as a professional who has their shit together. Even if you’re half and apple core over the turnips mound cray-cray.

Packing signing 1.jpgHere’s my go to list:

A table cover – some events provide these, but the ones they provide are generally all white or all black. I bring along a solid red one, and a scarf with lips printed on it just to jazz it up. It helps make your table stand out when readers scan the room.

Signage – You can bring a massive banner that stands up behind you and dominates the room, BUT if you’re flying, that can be tricky to pack. Instead go for a smaller table top banner, or better yet a table runner with your logo printed on it like these.

Pens and markers – Do not assume that your one pretty purple roller-ball gel pen that you adore, will sign anything and everything because it won’t. Readers will present a variety of items to you for signing, and you must be prepared. I bring Sharpies (pink, purple, black, and silver because it can write on dark colored fabric) as well as my pretty purple roller-ball pen, and a plan old ball point pen.

Scissors, Tape, Sticky Notes – Trust me, they’ll come in handy more than you might think.

Stickers – This is event specific. A lot of events ask you to sticker any books you sell to readers so that they can verify the readers paid for them before they leave. I use the same labels I had made up with my website and PO Box on them because they’re easy and I know they stay stuck once I stick them. You can also ordered “Autograph Stickers.”

bookmarksPostcards & Bookmarks – While many people claim they don’t like paper swag, this is the item that readers pick up most often from my table. I’ve learned that if I put a free book code, or even just the info for where to download my steals & deals, they’re more likely to keep them. You can design your own, or hire a graphic artist to create a design for you. Make them generic enough you’ll be able to use them at multiple events.

Business Cards – To me this is common sense. As an author, you’re the CEO of your company. You should NEVER be without business cards. Ever. Like carry those buggers in your purse to 7-11 and beyond.

Square or other card reader – I prefer the Square, which is free, but I know a lot of people use various devices. These plug right into the ear bud jack on your smart phone, and are incredibly handy. My sales more than doubled when I began accepting card payments.

Back up phone battery – Not a phone charger that must be plugged in because the likelihood of you being seated next to an outlet is zero to none. You need a back up power source you can just plug into that smart phone to keep your business running through the whole signing no matter how many cards you take!12928266_970025373033249_687472065485071968_n

BOOKS – Of course! You need to have your books, and don’t forget the book stand. Walmart has them for 88 cents in the picture frame department. Invest in several, and stand your titles up to catch the readers eye when they walk by.

CAM00545Swag – This is more of a personal preference. I like to have logoed items on my table that readers can have for free. Generally some candy, pens, buttons, stickers, even coin purses and keychains. You’ll notice an increase in the number of people interested in stopping by your table when you have something free.

Your elevator speech – You can’t pack this, but it’s definitely necessary. When that reader or blogger pauses by your table to ooh and aah over your adorable buttons and stickers, you want to be able to hook them quickly and sell them a book. Practice in the mirror giving a quick one or two sentence speech that will snare someone’s attention. You’ll put it to good use.

Your professionalism – Again, this is something you can’t pack, but it’s crucial. Even if you’ve only published one book – Hell, even if you haven’t published yet – when you attend an event, you MUST be on your best behavior. This doesn’t mean don’t have fun, it just means that the world is full of camera’s and Instagram and YouTube are forever. No matter what you think of the event, the attendee’s, the temperature of the room, or the service in the venue, DO NOT let it be what people remember you for. Present your best self so that readers fall in love with you for you, and you’ll do great!

Tell me in the comments what’s on your MUST HAVE list, and I hope I see you at the next book event!  – Lori



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Tall, Dark, and…Alien? Check out #newrelease #HumanSurrender 5 complete novels in one!


Human Surrender contains five *all-new* dark sci-fi alien romance novellas, brought to you by USA Today and international bestselling authors of BDSM and spanking romance. Featured novellas:

Taking Their Human by Aubrey Cara

Pallid Slave by Alta Hensley

His Human Slave by Renee Rose

Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane

Kenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon


Publisher’s Note: The books included in this naughty collection are MF and MFM pairings. Though the stories are dark, all have happy endings. **Over 175,000 words of dark romance ~ complete stories with no cliffhangers**

Taking Their Human by Aubrey Cara


Upon waking in a dimly lit white room, my biggest fear was that I had been kidnapped by a serial killer. I learned there are things out here in the universe much worse than anything on Earth. And, even if you escape, you can never go home.

They’re not kind, these being who stole me and want to use me as chattel. The others—part man, part machine— have claimed me for their own, but I’m far from saved.



Pallid Slave by Alta Hensley


My planet of Unin had all but been destroyed, and what was left was quickly being devastated by civil wars throughout. Everything I once believed, once knew, once fought ruthlessly to protect, had now vanished. Once I was a fierce warrior, and now simply a slave being transported by two brothers to a planet 720 hours away to mutate and die.

A lot can happen in 720 hours…



His Human Slave by Renee Rose


Collared and caged, his human slave awaits her training.

Zander, the alien warrior prince intent on recovering his planet, needs a mate. While he would never choose a human of his own accord, his physician’s gene-matching program selected Lamira’s DNA as the best possible match with his own. Now he must teach the beautiful slave to yield to his will, accept his discipline and learn to serve him as her one true master.



Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane


Left stranded on the hostile world of Cephaia, Commander Cass Randall finds herself face to face with alien twins Ryn and Rom. Seeking revenge on humans for the death of their Mate, the warriors take out their rage and pain on Cass. But they discover the desire they feel for their captive is far more powerful than their anger.



Kenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon


On my eighteenth birthday, the Kleaxians attacked and killed all the human males aboard the Stargazer. The females were kept as mates or slaves. I was taken as a mate. Lucky me.

The huge alien who claimed me is called Prince Kenan. He says he’ll never let me go—that we are bonded for life. When I defy him, he punishes me in the most humiliating ways imaginable. But sometimes he’s tender and loving. I try to be good so he doesn’t hurt me.

I don’t know what scares me more—that I’ll never escape Prince Kenan…or that I’m starting to fall for my captor.



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The Brooks brothers seduce their woman… #SurrenderSeries


A couple of weeks ago, my readers got to revisit the Brooks family on their Texas ranch with my story, Fantasy Surrender, in the Dirty Doms Box Set.

I thought I’d give everyone a flashback to how Rachel was seduced by the four brothers, Rogan, Parker, Hudson, and Sawyer. After you read the flashback, tell me in the comments who your favorite Brooks brother is!


Weekend Surrender

Chapter One

Rachel slammed the closet door behind her as she emerged dressed in her sexiest, country cutie clothes. Her stonewashed blue denim miniskirt barely covered the bottom curves of her ass cheeks. It was paired with a man’s red and blue plaid dress shirt, and the shirttails were tied just under her perky B-cup breasts. She left the buttons open so her tits were clearly visible rising out of the top of her blood-red satin pushup bra.

Her tanned midsection was completely bare except for the crystal belly ring that dangled in her belly button. From the back she knew the view would be of the half dollar size daisy tattoo she had gotten when she turned eighteen, just above the top of her black belt. The hand-tooled leather was clasped between her hips bones, with a large belt buckle in the shape of a star. On her feet were a pair of black cowboy boots with silver embellishments, and her long, slim legs were bare.

She was dressed to kill with every intention of causing a few heart attacks tonight. Her chestnut brown hair hung down to the middle of her back in large wavy curls, and she ran her fingers through it carelessly as she walked.

Her makeup was applied with precision so her oversized chocolate brown eyes were nearly as prominent as her blood-red lips. She had always hated the fullness of her lips, but men seemed to love them. Mitch always called them dick sucking lips.

She hated Mitch now.

Mitch deserved Connie Sanders. The bleach blonde tramp had been trying to sink her claws into Mitchell Edwards for more than six months, and she had finally gotten her way. Well screw them both. If plastic boobs, and a spray-on tan was what Mitch got off on, then he deserved Connie.

Rachel was going to go out and find a man to fuck her heartbreak away. She wanted raw, dirty, raunchy sex. Not the soft, gentle missionary sex Mitch seemed to favor. She wanted to be shoved against a wall, or held down by her wrists as a large muscular man devoured her completely. That’s why she created this plan.

It was a Friday night, and that meant a packed house at Robin’s, the local bar that Rachel had waited tables at through college. She had met Mitch there, and he would no doubt be there tonight playing darts with his cronies, while Connie giggled and preened over a watered down margarita. So in order to prove to the world that Rachel Lia Morgan was completely and utterly over her ex-boyfriend, she was going on the prowl on his turf.

There were usually dozens of hot men at Robin’s on the weekends. All of the local ranchers and ranch hands from the outskirts of Stone River usually hit the bar on Friday night looking for some action. Never before had Rachel considered indulging in a one-night stand, but tonight was her night.

She spritzed a little bit of her favorite perfume on her throat, and then grabbed her small purse. On her way out the door she noticed her cell phone was blinking with a missed message. She climbed into her silver Ford F150 as she hit the play message button.

“Rach, I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I want to apologize. I didn’t mean for you to find out about Connie like that…Rach? Please call me so we can talk this out. You can’t just throw two years out the window. I made a mistake, damn it—”

The voice clicked off as she hit the delete button, and dropped her phone back into her purse. Mitch could beg and plead all he wanted, but she had already made her peace with their breakup. She wasn’t interested in his excuses anymore. She turned the volume up on her truck radio, so Miranda Lambert’s tune “Mama’s Broken Heart” blared out the windows into the night, and headed toward her freedom.

The bar’s parking lot was packed with work trucks. With exception of only a handful of cars that probably belonged to the female patrons of the bar. Rachel backed her truck into a small parking stall at the back edge of the lot, right next to a black Dodge Ram Quad Cab that looked like it had rolled off the lot and onto the ranch just a few hours ago. Realizing she had parked rather close to the truck, she carefully opened her door, and slipped out into the small space.

A large masculine hand covered hers, where it rested on the top edge of her truck door, and she gasped.

“Sunshine, if you nick my new truck with your door, I’m going to have to spank that cute little ass raw.” The voice in her ear sent a shiver over her skin, and she flushed at his words.

She turned her head to see who was behind her that would have any right to speak to her like that, and she nearly groaned out loud when her brown eyes met those of Parker Brooks. Parker Brooks was one of the four Brooks brothers who owned Brooks Pastures-a local cattle ranch. The four brothers shared two things in common, their love of ranching, and their smoking hot good looks. Dark hair, dark eyes, long lean muscular cowboy bodies, all tucked up under a cowboy hat. It made Rachel’s blood sing just thinking about the four of them.

Holding her breath she dropped her gaze from his dark eyes down to his sexy mouth, and she felt her own tongue dart out to wet her lips unconsciously. His raised eyebrow told her that he noticed, and she shook her head slightly to clear her lust fogged brain.

“I’m sorry, Parker. I did park a little close there, but no worries, I was careful,” she said with a smile she hoped would distract him from the increase in her breathing, and the rise and fall of her breasts.

It clearly didn’t work, because his eyes shifted from her lips directly down the front of her shirt, and then they dragged lower. His gaze drifted from her golden colored abs, down to her booted feet, and then he reached out and tugged her hand free of the truck door. Surprised, she followed his lead when he turned her around so her back was to him again. A long, low whistle had goose bumps forming on her arms, but the finger stroking over her tattoo in the small of her back was what had her creaming her panties.

“Holy shit, sunshine. Who let you out of the house dressed like that?” he asked in a gravelly rough voice that nearly knocked Rachel’s knees out from underneath her.

The meaning of his question sunk in, and her irritation overcame her libido. “Last I looked in the mirror I was a grown woman, cowboy. I don’t need anyone’s permission or approval of my wardrobe.”

Parker let her go when she tugged her hand out of his. She slammed her truck door and started to move out from between the two vehicles. “You might be grown up, but wearing a skirt like that is asking for trouble.”

She paused and looked back over her shoulder. “Maybe that’s exactly what I wanted,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders.

His slow, sexy smile made her mouth go dry, and she swallowed hard. “If you want trouble, little girl, all you need to do is ask.”

Trying to cover up her nerves at his deliberately seductive invitation, she snorted out a laugh, “If I decide I want your kind of trouble, I won’t need to ask.” Tossing her hair back over her shoulder, she headed for the door of the bar.

Before she could pull it open, a large hand reached around her for the door handle, and another equally large hand settled on her hip. Whipping her head violently, ready to give Parker Brooks a piece of her mind, she froze in place when it was his brother, Hudson’s face only inches from hers.

“Hey, honey,” he said with a quick smile, and a wink, “Let me get the door for you.”

“Thanks, Hudson,” she responded, sighing with relief that that was all he said. She wanted a wild fling, but the Brooks brothers were out of her league for multiple reasons.

They were all at least ten years older than her twenty-four years, and they were all wickedly sexy men. The rumors around town were the four brothers shared their women, and right at this moment, looking into Hudson’s heated cocoa-colored gaze, she would have believed it. She had an inkling he had heard her interaction with Parker, but she wasn’t going to tempt fate by asking.

Instead she tipped her chin up and turned back to the door, only to realize that it wasn’t Hudson’s hand on her. Sawyer Brooks stood on her other side with his hand resting lightly on the curve of her hip, and the rest of his body leaning nonchalantly against the door jam.

“Rachel,” he said softly, and her pulse took off racing. Okay, the idea of having a sexy one-night stand had merit, but now that she was surrounded by large muscular men, she wasn’t so sure she could go through with the reality. “No need to rush off. How are you tonight?”

Blinking in surprise, she answered automatically in a snotty tone, “I’m fan-fuckin-tastic, Sawyer, thank you for asking.”

His eyes darkened with irritation, and his lip curled up in a grimace. “Don’t use language like that, you’re a lady, and ladies shouldn’t curse.”

Rachel couldn’t help it. She burst into a roar of laughter. Not giggles, or chuckles, but large loud belly laughs. “Are you kidding me? Sawyer Brooks, I have seen you compete in the local rodeo, and heard the nastiness that spews from those luscious lips. Do you really think you can tell me not to curse?”

Sawyer focused in on the one phrase from her whole little speech that he liked, “Luscious lips, huh?” Those sexy lips curved up into an equally sinful smile that had her pussy tightening, and her thighs clenching.

She forced herself to roll her eyes, even as a blush covered her cheeks. “Whatever. I’m going inside to get a drink, dance a little, and maybe play some pool. Excuse me, gentlemen.” She reached again for the door handle, only to have a new set of hands settle on her shoulders and tug her backwards until she stumbled. Instead of falling on her ass though, her plump butt cheeks settled against the rough denim of a man’s Levi’s, and a heavy arm banded under her ribs holding her upright.

“Apologize, Rachel, you were rude to Sawyer, and he was just trying to teach you a few manners,” Parker’s voice rumbled against her ear, and she bit her tongue hard to swallow her moan of lust.

“No. Let me go, Parker, this isn’t funny,” she ground out, and she began to struggle to get out of Parker’s strong grip.

“Stop it. You’ll end up hurting yourself. Now, Sawyer and Hudson deserve a sincere apology, and then I want an explanation as to what you’re doing at Robin’s dressed like a two bit hooker on fight night?” Ice coated his words, and she stilled in his arms. A wave of hurt and embarrassment went through her. Did she really look so bad? She had put on the clothes that made her feel the sexiest.

“I apologize if I’ve offended anyone, but I have plans inside the bar that include a bottle of tequila, and a few spins around the dance floor. You are currently delaying my plans. I have no intention of prostituting myself, because I’ve never in my life felt the need to ask a man for sex. I’m dressed in clothing I picked out, and like. I don’t personally give a damn if you approve or not, Mr. Brooks.” She focused all of her anger on her words, and when he finally released her she sighed heavily, “Thank you. Have a lovely evening, gentlemen.”

Hudson tugged the door open, and Sawyer stepped back from the doorway allowing her to saunter past him. Once she was safely in the bar, she let out a heavy, shaky breath and made her way across the room directly into the bathroom to settle her nerves. It might take more than a drink or two to wipe the Brooks brothers from her fantasies tonight.

Chapter Two

“What the hell is she doing here dressed like that?” Rogan Brooks asked his brothers. Unbeknownst to Rachel, he was standing in the shadows of the building watching the whole scene. Rachel Morgan was just about the hottest piece of ass to ever walk through Stone River, Texas, and the Brooks brothers were only red-blooded men. They had fantasized along with the rest of the male population about getting the wild little filly saddle broke, but not one of them had ever made a move or laid a hand on her until tonight.

Of course she hadn’t been single for the last few years either. She had been with that disgusting piece of cow shit, Mitch Edwards. He was the mayor’s son, and the local playboy wannabe. Now that she was single, she was apparently ready to get back into the dating scene, and after years of fantasizing and dreaming about her, the four Brooks brothers finally had their chance. The little girl they had known her whole life had grown up to be a stunning, intelligent woman with a sparkle that outshined everyone around her. Rogan hadn’t wanted a serious relationship with a woman other than Rachel since the night she’d turned twenty-one.

She probably didn’t even remember the events of the night, but after she toasted her birthday a few too many times, Rogan had been the one to drive her and her best friend, Zoey, home. He would never forget the weight of her in his arms and against his chest as he carried her from the car to the house and left her on the sofa in her mother’s care. At first he had scolded himself, feeling guilty that he was having dirty thoughts about a woman so much younger than he was, but as she grew older and came into her own, he realized her age didn’t matter. Rachel was who he wanted. He just hadn’t quite figured out how to tell her yet.

“I don’t know, but she is definitely looking for trouble tonight. Did you see how her cheeks got real pink when Parker grabbed her? I think she likes a little bit of rough play,” Hudson said with a groan and a chuckle.

“What’s next?” Rogan asked impatiently. “I know we said we were going to give her some time, but damn it, I don’t want her to go fucking some random guy.”

That sobered his brothers, and soothed his frustration. They were all in agreement. She was the perfect woman to handle the four Brooks brothers. Since they were teenagers, they had been sharing women amongst them for sex. Sometimes one woman for every two brothers, and occasionally one for all four of them, but never one to keep. Now they had a chance, and it looked like it was about to be washed away with a bottle of Tequila.

“Let’s go. If she wants to drink, dance, and play pool, she’s going to have more company than she ever imagined. And if she wants to go home with someone, it will be with us,” Parker said, and the other three brothers nodded in agreement.

They headed into the bar, and Rogan’s eyes scanned the room looking for a waterfall of brown curls on top of a delicious curvy body. Sawyer spotted her first, leaning against the bar chatting with a local ranch hand. She had her arms crossed under her small breasts pushing them up and out, much to Rogan’s dismay and delight. She was in full throttle flirt mode, and he wanted to shut it down immediately.

Walking across the bar as a unit they surrounded her, with Hudson slipping in between her and the drooling cowboy she had been chatting with, and Parker and Sawyer on her right.

“Hey!” she yelped in surprise as Rogan’s arms went around her waist, and he pulled her back up against his chest. The bare skin of her belly was soft and warm, and he knew he would never forget that moment. She felt so perfect in his arms, and her fresh scent flooded his brain.

“Hey there, sexy. I hear you said hi to my brothers but didn’t stick around to say hello to me. I’m hurt,” he said with a playful pout, and she rolled her eyes giggling.

“Is that the story they told? I don’t quite remember it that way. I seem to recall Parker threatening me, Hudson delaying me from my plans, Sawyer bossing me around, then finally Parker playing daddy, and manhandling me,” she said with a sigh, but he nearly groaned out loud when she settled more firmly into him instead of pulling away.

“I haven’t even started manhandling you yet, sunshine. Although I would be happy to play with you anytime, but I prefer to be called Parker over daddy,” Parker said, as her eyes grew wide. She stared into the mirror over the bar at the four men surrounding her.

Rogan wondered what was going through her pretty little head when her eyes glazed over slightly, and her heart rate increased. She shook her head as though to clear her thoughts and frowned.

“Guys, you’re seriously cramping my style. No man is going to want to get close to me with all four of you hanging around,” she said in a pleading tone.

“Good,” Sawyer muttered under his breath, and Rogan grinned.

“That’s the idea,” Hudson said, and Rachel’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head.


“Rachel, we get it. You just broke up with Mitch, and you’re trying to prove something. To yourself, or to him, it doesn’t matter. What does matter is that we don’t want you playing the field. We want you to come home with us,” Rogan said, bending to kiss the top of her head lightly. She stared into his mirror image in shock, but her body was pulsing in his arms. Whether she admitted it or not, she wanted them.

“Come on, stop playing around, guys,” she said with a toss of her hair.

Silence reigned for a few heartbeats, then Parker slid his hand up her arm until he was gripping her chin between his thumb and forefinger forcing her to look him in the eyes. “Rachel, think about it. Four men who want to please you and give you more orgasms than you can imagine.”

She snorted in disbelief still staring into Parker’s eyes. “Would you stop teasing me? It’s really rather rude.”

Rogan could see Parker’s jaw clench in frustration. Parker hated being denied. Rachel was going to learn the hard way about his Alpha male nature if she kept it up. He knew he had to interfere before the two of them began spitting fire at each other.

“So what exactly is your plan for the evening, Rach?” Rogan said softly, regaining her attention.

She blinked, and her tongue darted out to lick her full lips. Rogan wanted to capture those lips with his own and worship them with his tongue. He wondered if she had any idea how many fantasies she had created in his brain with that quick little unconscious gesture. Her almost bare back was still pressed against his abdomen and he knew she could feel his erection through his jeans. Just to tease her, he lightly grazed his thumb over the delicate jewel hanging from her navel. Her sharp intake of breath told him he was successful.

“I’m going to finish my drink, then I suppose I’m going to ask some lonely cowboy to dance with me,” she said, gripping her glass tighter in her hands. She didn’t push him away from her, so Rogan continued to trace his finger over the petal soft skin of her belly.

“You have four lonely cowboys right here, ask away,” Sawyer said with a grin.

She shook her head slightly, and blinked rapidly. “What is going on? You guys have barely spoken to me for nearly a year, and all of a sudden you want me to participate in some sort of raunchy gang bang?”

“You weren’t exactly on the market, honey, but now that you cut that douche bag Mitch loose, you’re fair game,” Hudson said softly, and Rogan could see his brother’s hand stroking up and down Rachel’s exposed thigh. A shiver went through her body, and her breathing sped up.

“Fair game? So now I’m a prize. Like a stuffed animal at the carnival? Really, guys this isn’t funny.” Her gorgeous brown eyes were snapping with irritation now and her cheeks were flushed pink. Rogan had to steel his own nerves not to flip her over his lap for thinking so lowly of herself.

“Rach, you’re a prize alright, but I wouldn’t compare you to stuffed animal. More like a gold medal for an athlete. Of course, I would prefer to not have to compete, but if you need to dance, then let’s dance,” he said, as he spun her bar stool around so she was facing him, and pulled her up off the seat.

He didn’t give her time to argue or agree. He just pulled her along with him toward the dance floor. The sound of Toby Keith’s husky baritone voice filled Rogan’s ears, as he pulled her compact little body against his big frame. Her head fit perfectly under his chin, and her pert breasts pressed tightly against his ribs. He let his hands settle on the curve of her lower back, and the rise of her ass, and he began to sway the two of them to the music.

After several moments Rachel tipped her head to look up at him warily. Doing so gave him an unimpeded view straight down the open collar of her shirt, and into her cleavage. His cock thickened in his jeans, and his mouth grew wet thinking about licking his way down to that sensitive crevice.

“Rogan? I’m not sure what’s going on, but I don’t need babysitters. I’m a big girl, and I came here tonight to have a good time. I don’t want anyone feeling obligated to take care of me,” she said with a determined tilt to her sharp little chin.

Rogan chuckled, and dropped a quick kiss on her upturned lips, drawing a startled gasp from her. “Rachel, obligated is the last thing I feel toward you right now. I can guess what you came here to do, and I’m offering our services. If you look to your left you’ll see my brothers watching us closely, waiting for their turn to hold you tonight. That should be enough to prove we aren’t playing with you.”

She turned her head, and her mouth dropped open in surprise. Rogan thought for a moment that she even stopped breathing, until she turned confused eyes back to him, and he realized they were shimmering with tears.

“I don’t like being the butt of the joke,” she whispered, and he growled low in his throat in exasperation.

“Damn it, woman, we’re not fucking playing with you,” he snapped, and she stepped backwards instinctively moving away from his angry words. He gripped her wrists, and pulled her along with him until they stood before his three brothers, who looked at him questioningly. “She doesn’t believe we actually want her. She thinks we’re playing a joke on her.”

“Fuck that!”

“Are you kidding me?”


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Rachel could feel the hot blush that stole up her cheeks and down her throat to her chest. Her heart skipped a beat as they all turned glares of disbelief on her. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath, and she could feel her body becoming hot and tingly surrounded by their four muscular bodies.

“I just don’t get it, why now?” she finally managed to choke out.

“We told you, you broke up with Mitch,” Hudson said, with a shrug of his shoulders. “We may have a reputation, but we aren’t home wreckers. You and Mitchy-boy were pretty tight for a while, and we weren’t trying to ruin your life.”

“So if I had been single earlier—” she was trying hard to wrap her brain around it. This was the Brooks brothers. The four hottest men in town, and they were asking her to have a group sex orgy with them. It was beyond comprehension.

Rogan interrupted her musings, “We agreed to give you some time to get over your break up, but then you showed up at the bar looking hot as sin, and twice as dangerous, and…shit…woman you’re giving half the men at the bar wet dreams to last them the next decade.”

“Why are you out here displaying your body for strangers, Rachel?” Parker asked. Of the four of them, he intimidated her the most. There was something about his cool controlled demeanor that exuded power, and made her want to drop to her knees at his feet and beg him to touch her. Honestly, with Hudson on her left, Rogan behind her, Parker on her right, and Sawyer in front of her, she was in the perfect position to drop to her knees. The dirty thought rang in her brain making her pussy clench.

“Because I was hoping a stranger might bite,” she answered with the automatic bratty tone she knew got under Parker’s skin.

“Oh, I promise you I’ll bite, baby,” Sawyer said with a playful grin, and before she could react, he bent down and took her ear lobe between his teeth biting gently.

She moaned and her knees buckled at the erotic sensation. Sawyer’s arms wrapped around her, holding her up and cupping her ass at the same time he pressed a gentle kiss to her neck just below her ear.

“Shit, baby, if you react like that when it’s just your ear in my mouth, I wonder how you’ll react when I bite your pretty little nipples,” he murmured, and white hot fire shot through Rachel’s body straight to her clit.

Her hands came up to rest against his chest, and she tipped her head back to look up at him with slightly blurry vision. “They’re very sensitive,” she whispered, and then instantly realized she had spoken out loud, when three identical groans sounded from around her. Sawyer’s sensuous lips spread into a wide smile.

“Good, I can’t wait to taste them,” he responded, his words making her tremble in his arms.

“Come home with us, Rachel,” Rogan said from just over her shoulder, and she turned her wide eyes in his direction.

She stared into his dark brown eyes, not exactly sure what she was looking for but knowing this decision was going to alter her life monumentally.

“Let us take you home, and make you ours,” Sawyer said, running his hands in sexy circles over her ass cheeks. He pressed her tighter to his body, and she could feel the bulge under his zipper against her belly. His words were a heavy weight in her brain though, and she froze.

“For tonight?” she asked, and she waited as the four men had a silent exchange between them.

“Trust us. Give us at least the weekend, Rachel,” Hudson said softly, and she felt her heart jump again.

“You guys are crazy,” she said quietly, hearing the doubt and fear in her own voice.


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What do I wear? Book Conference Edition

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So you’ve reserved your place at a Book Conference. You’ve secured your flight, your hotel room, and your roommate. What now?

Now comes the fun part! Deciding what to wear during the big event!

12993539_1715850558686101_3996715293027087379_nFirst, take a look at the event schedule. Are there parties that allow for fun costume wearing? Some conferences like RT Booklovers Convention, will host a couple of massive events in the late evening that are phenomenal if you like to go all out and dress up. It’s the perfect time to hone your creativity and go big. However, it’s absolutely NOT required to dress in costume.

12973604_1722955931316855_1953363183264603392_oIn fact, I don’t recall any event I’ve been to that required costumes for a party – not even if it’s called a “costume party.” So if you aren’t a fan of playing dress up, take a deep breath and relax. No worries! Wear what you’re comfortable in!

Jeans and t-shirts are perfectly acceptable! Better yet, jeans and Lori King t-shirt!

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A couple of things to make sure you pack…

COMFORTABLE SHOES (This is a must! In some cases the hotel rooms and the convention center are literally a mile apart. You’re going to be walking a lot most of the time-bring the heels, but take flats too, be comfortable.)

SWIMSUIT (Most hotels that are big enough to host a con, also have a pool, and there’s nothing better after a long day of book buying, than sipping a margarita by the pool!)

SWEATER OR JACKET (This is because you’re likely traveling somewhere you’re not familiar with, and the weather outside can be unpredictable, but so can the temperature inside. Some venues crank up the AC to compete with the mass of bodies, and it can get downright chilly.)

4-16-16 MeI personally like to take two outfits per day. My day wear (comfy clothing that is still business casual) and something for the evening festivities (ie: costume, formal, dressier outfit). Readers have to be less concerned about wearing business casual, but I recommend all authors dress to befit making a good first impression. Think of a book signing as a job interview. You wouldn’t show up to an interview wearing cut of jean shorts and a tank top, so if you’re an author, don’t pack it for your book signing.

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Lightning only strikes once…Electric by C.P. Mandara

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by: CP Mandara

“I am going to break you. That’s the whole purpose of this exercise. From the moment the door inside that room closes, I am not going to be Mr. Nice Guy. I am going to do everything in my power to hear you scream, and I won’t stop until I hear you beg for mercy. Do you wish to proceed on that basis?”

Today my name is Lois Reeves. I have an appointment with dominant “James Leverett” this morning, because my next assignment requires that I be a “submissive” and I have no idea what that entails. I’m about to find out… by jumping in at the deep end.

This story features medical edge play and electricity play.

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“I am going to break you. That’s the whole purpose of this exercise. From the moment the door inside that room closes, I am not going to be Mr Nice Guy. I am going to do everything in my power to hear you scream, and I won’t stop until I hear you beg for mercy. Do you wish to proceed on that basis?”
Then you’re going to have a very long day, I thought. Looking up from my hands, which I’d been obsessively staring at for the last five minutes, I finally risked another glance at his face. My heart slammed into my chest, my eyes went wide, and my throat closed around the sounds I wanted to make. Goddamn. Why did he have to be so damned beautiful? If it had been any other male in the universe, I wouldn’t have had a problem, but this one looked too much like him. It took nearly all of my willpower, and I had an impressive amount of the stuff, to answer him back. “Yes.” My eyes immediately returned to my hands.
He looked at me from above the glare of his computer screen and sighed. I knew what he was thinking. She’s a small, thin, frail-looking sparrow, and a good stiff wind would probably blow her over. She won’t last more than an hour. Thankfully, he kept his reservations to himself. Returning his gaze to the keypad in front of him, he then typed in my answer to the previous question. Three little taps. I heard every one. Those three letters could mean only one of two things: my death sentence or my salvation. At this moment in time, I barely cared which one was waiting for me. Tomorrow would give me those answers. I could wait until then.
The man then began to boldly assess me, his eyes rolling up and down my body, and I could probably fill in the blanks. My hair was a scraggly mess, and the black sack that I currently wore was for comfort rather than style. There wasn’t a scrap of makeup upon my face, my body was an unpleasant pasty white courtesy of the English winter, and I hadn’t even considered things like perfume or heels. I was a mess. The recent weeks had played havoc with my self-esteem, and I had barely considered my appearance this morning.
“You can pull out, Ms Reeves. That option is still available to you.”
That annoyed me. He had my answer. Now I was going to have to look up at him again. Steeling my expression against the onslaught of his pretty face, I slowly raised my pale grey eyes towards him and the look he received was devoid of emotion. “No, I can’t,” I said. “This is my last lifeline. I do this, or I do something stupid.”
He tilted his head, considering the matter, whilst he twirled a very expensive fountain pen around in his fingers. “Do you even like pain?” he asked.
I smiled weakly. “I’m not entirely sure. That’s what I’m going to find out.” I didn’t care about the pain. I’d been through pain far more excruciating than anything that could be delivered by his hands.
“Why don’t you go for something a little tamer to begin with? Most girls opt for our ‘introduction to spanking’ package, or ‘sensual BDSM’ for their first encounter with us. Those packages are also much cheaper, by the way. You could then see what turned you on, before committing an awful lot of money for something you may not actually like.”
My steely gaze became more determined as the man in front of me tried to thwart my carefully constructed plans. This was not about desire or arousal. This was about me, but obviously he didn’t know that. All he needed to know was that I would not be taking any other package than the “Ultimate Guide to Pain.” I had my reasons. If he knew them, he’d probably have me committed to the nearest mental institution, so it was just as well that he was a complete stranger who would be interested in nothing more than taking my money.
“Can I ask why you want that particular package?”
Mumbling underneath my breath, I cursed myself for speaking too soon. This was not how I had envisioned my simple booking session would go. It was supposed to be a “hand over your credit card and run” type thing. A few simple questions, and a time and place were all that were needed, surely? Why was he trying to complicate things? I didn’t want to have to deal with this today. I just wanted to crawl back to my dark room and wait patiently for tomorrow to dawn. Unfortunately, I had to get through this first.
Looking him directly in the eye, trying to ignore the pale blue orbs of concern, my lips thinned. “Why do you care? Can you deliver it or not?”
“You need to answer the question. If you can’t answer it, then this conversation is over and I will be escorting you to the door.” His mouth hardened.
I gasped. Who was this idiot? Did he try and psychoanalyse all his sexual conquests? What for? Kicks? “This is ridiculous. Get me the manager.” My eyes darkened, and we stared each other down for the longest moment. Then, strangely, he smiled. As he crossed his arms in front of me, I watched that smile, and he took his own sweet time with it. My position of power from a moment ago had changed, and though my gaze did not waver, I knew instinctively that the shift was not in my favour. My intuition is rarely wrong, and this time was no exception.
“It just so happens, I am the boss.”


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Best friends make the best lovers…Deprived By: Jordan Ashley

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by: Jordan Ashley

Heather Ross vowed after a decade of being controlled by her husband that she would never trust her heart with someone again. That is until her best friend moves in to help her through being a single mom. His gentle, playful nature made her remember what she always wanted in a man, waking desires she thought long buried deep in her soul.

Jack Stevens never imagined that moving in with Heather every fantasy and dream he’d concocted to get him through lonely nights would come true. The day Heather confessed her desire for him Jack swore he would use every tool in his arsenal learned as a Dom to help her trust him completely even with his own lingering skeletons.

Can Heather learn to trust Jack when she has been deprived of her true desires for too long?

Grab your tissues and learn to trust again with passionate sensory play.

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“Do you need to ask me anything?”
Did she? Heather looked up at him, heat gathering in her face, she knew she was bright red with her embarrassment and a small, soft smile played across his lips. “Do-“ she couldn’t believe the words that were about to come out of her mouth, but she needed to know. “Do you like what you see?”
His smile grew and his gaze moved from her eyes to her toenails that were painted a light blue before returning back to her eyes again. “Oh yes.”
“Why are you watching me so closely?”
“I am about do to unspeakable things to that magnificent body of yours. I’m taking in every inch of perfection before I desecrate it,” he winked at her, allowing the scene to break just a little to show his playful side once more before he nodded to the bed again. “Are you okay now?”
Her blush deepened at his words, but she nodded to his question and slowly turned to put her back to him and climb up onto her bed, the mattress cradling her welcomingly. She moved to the middle of the bed, and knelt on the bed, her knees slightly apart, and crossed her arms under her breasts, slightly self conscious but not enough to elevate the color again.
“Knees together,” he instructed, and she did so. “Butt on your heels, palms down on your thighs.”
Heather followed his instructions, and found herself actually more relaxed in that stance. He smiled at her and nodded before he pulled himself away from the wall, and moved to the foot of the bed. “This is how I want you waiting for me before each scene.”
“Yes, master,” she answered, giving him a little smile. Her former confidence in choosing those words was back, and she wondered how long it would take him to get back fully into Dom mode again. Heather watched his eyes roaming over her for almost a full minute, wondering what was going through his head before he reached up and pulled the collar of his shirt up, slipping the worn garment off his torso, leaving her breath caught in her throat when she saw the lines his muscles made under his lightly tanned skin.
She’d seen him shirtless many times before, but as with everything else, it was different. Jack didn’t stop there, however, and while he kept his gaze on her his hands moved to the fastening of his jeans while he toed his tennis shoes off. His eyes had the predatory look in them once more, and Heather swallowed roughly when his pants hit the floor.
Jack leaned forward against the foot of the bed, slowly climbing up in front of her. “You are so incredibly beautiful, my Pet.”
Heat rushed to her face and Heather knew she was blushing, but then that heat rushed through her entire body, and she wondered if her entire body was as red as her cheeks certainly were. She didn’t have any time to think about it as Jack reached for her, pulling her body against his. He leaned toward her, his face devastatingly close, but he didn’t move to kiss her, not yet. His hands moved to either side of her face, his thumbs bushing against her cheeks. She closed her eyes, taking in the feeling of his muscled body pressing against her. His lips brushed against hers once, twice, allowing her to taste the cola he’d drank during their talk. She hummed softly, chasing after his lips once he did it a third time, and then his mouth claimed hers, his lips pressing heavily to hers, sending a shiver of delight straight through her. Her pussy throbbed with the sudden desire that followed the shiver, and she wanted to forget everything about the scene they were playing out and climb atop him.
Jack stopped her by wrapping one arm around her back, and tangling the other in her hair to keep her right where she was. She whimpered softly, her hands itching to grip hold of him, but his warning of needing to ask permission first echoed in her mind. Not that she could ask permission with his mouth firmly against hers. Tentatively she reached out for him, her fingertips brushing against his sides as she leaned toward him, pressing herself tightly against his body
He responded with a deep rumbling growl, leaning into her touch and Heather gripped hold of him, her nails biting into his skin, trailing up either side of his spine as she returned the heated kiss. She had thoughts of him kissing her for the last few months, but never in her wildest dreams did she think it would be this good. His tongue brushed against her lips, and she eagerly gave herself to him, opening her mouth to allow him to devour her. Heather lost all sense of how to breathe properly, how to move, how to behave properly at all as Jack kissed the sense right out of her.
Jack continued pulling at her hair a little, the slight stings giving way to insurmountable pleasure and she whimpered every time he did so. She could feel his erection pressed between their bodies, he pulsed and twitched every time she shifted against him, and she wanted nothing more than to have him buried deep inside of her, making her numb to everything other than him.
It could have been hours that passed for all she knew when he finally, achingly pulled away from her, and slowed the kiss, the both of them breathing heavily as if they’d run a marathon. She would willingly lose herself in him for days if she had the ability to do so, and all she knew was his kiss. Her senses heightened, she was ready and willing for anything he had prepared for her.
Jack pulled away from her farther, leaving the bed to move to the dresser and grabbed one of her infinity scarves that was looped over the edge of the attached mirror. “You will be blinded, Pet. I will show you the thrill of feeling pleasure, but you will have to trust me to take care of you.”
“I do trust you,”


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This girl is about to learn a lesson…Professor Knows best by Juliet Braddock

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by: Juliet Braddock

Professor Justin Langford is on a mission to teach his star student Sloane Bradford a few lessons in her deepest, dirtiest fantasies. However, the last thing he needs is another college girl.

After a miscommunication separates them, fate reunites the reluctant lovers.
From swing sets to sex shops, Justin challenges Sloane to embrace a life filled with sippy-cups and spankings. Sloane has much to learn if she’s still intent on being his prized pupil.
Will Justin manage to control her rising brat enough to transform Sloane into Daddy’s Little Girl?

This story contains elements of age play and Daddy-Daughter roleplay.



“Ah, it’s Sloane…”
The Professor leaned into his desk and folded his hands. That afternoon, he wore his tortoiseshell framed glasses. Dammit, if he didn’t look absolutely fuckable. Sloane so loved a geek. However, she didn’t like the tone in his voice, and without thought, she kicked his door closed, readying for war.
“Professor…” she greeted him curtly and didn’t bother to obey his gesture to sit.
“I told you to call me—”
“Professor works just fine,” she snapped. “What’s on your mind today? My last paper, I assume?”
“Well, yes, as a matter of fact—”
“Look, no one can shine all the time,” she continued, watching his forehead wrinkle in a bit of surprise and dismay. “I busted my ass to give you everything I had this semester. I’ve given you some of my best work yet. And so it’s the end of the semester, and I just couldn’t overextend myself again. Maybe it’s not Pulitzer Prize worthy, but you—”
Calmly, he stood up and circled his desk. With a firm grip on the guest chair, he scuttled it to the corner, facing the wall, then raised his hand to silence her.
“In the chair, Sloane.”
There was something very different about the Professor that afternoon. In class, he was always relaxed. He joked around. In fact, he was the only professor to date that hadn’t bored her stiff. At that moment, though, she could feel the electricity between them, nearly burning her skin with its current. He was commanding and cool, yet she could feel the wild rush beneath the surface of his words.
Sloane prepared herself to turn around and walk out that door in a greater huff than when she walked in. No one bossed her around or ordered her into a corner. She felt so dastardly Dirty Dancing as she stood against his stern gaze. On top of being a horrible professor, he’d proven himself to be a male chauvinist pig, too! Just the thought of his expectation filled her with ire.
However, she also felt a suspicious rush of heat—on her face and between her legs. Knees weakening, she thought she might just drop to the floor, right in the middle of his damn office.
Every one of her senses had heightened. Jaw falling in shock and chagrin, she stood before him and stared into those challenging green eyes. She could still smell the fresh sea scent of his shower and shampoo lingering upon his skin. She could feel the swell of her breasts and the painful point of her nipples pushing against the thin silk of her bra. The silence of the nearly empty building left her trembling all the more.
Unintentionally, she rolled her tongue along her lips, incapable of saying a single word.
“You can sit,” he said as if he were speaking to a small child. “Or I can put you there, baby doll.”


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Old flames can still burn you…Kaise: A White Card Story By: Jade Belfry

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Kaise: A White Card Story

by: Jade Belfry

Will this cold attorney allow the flames of passion to melt her heart of stone? Kaise didn’t want love and certainly didn’t have time for sex. That is, until she loses a major case and her trusted assistant all on the same day. Feeling sorry for herself and fortified by drink, she dials a secret number given to her by a friend. Things heat up when the call connects and she reaches an ultra-exclusive team of sexual trainers that are about to show her everything she never knew that she’s been missing. Including perhaps the old flame she’s never forgotten.

This story features temperature play in a BDSM setting.

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“I have trained a long time to be comfortable with fire. I hated it for a long time, but have to feel that it’s a part of me.” He was stone faced as he spoke, and Kaise wondered why he decided to share this part of his past with her. Was it just nervous jitters?
“Is there anything else I should know before we began?”
“Just that I’ve been away from the lifestyle for a very long time Sir.”
“Thank you for telling me. What are our goals for this evening?”
“To feel like a Sub again, Sir.” Kaise looked away embarrassed. “I’ve missed it.”
He stepped forward and put a hand to her chin and lifted it up. “Will you let me have control for the evening?”
“Yes Sir. I will. I trust you.” She spoke quickly and firmly. This was her purpose for tonight, for calling the number on that white card. It had seemed like so long ago, when in reality not much time at all had passed between when she was safe alone in her office and now… She took a deep breath.
Easier said than done.
She hadn’t allowed herself to have much of a sex life or even a sensual life. It wasn’t part of her priorities. In fact, it was something she went out of her way to avoid. Getting even remotely close to someone she was attracted to always left her with the temptation to return to BDSM. So she wasn’t willing to take a chance. She wasn’t sure if tonight would lead to sex, probably not, but at least this experience had her thinking again, feeling like a woman again.
“Trust is earned, it’s not something to be given so freely Sub. What is your safe word?” His words snapped her out of her head and brought her back to the present. “If we are to experiment, even a little, you need one.”
“Green, yellow, red?”
“Yes, we can try those, but let’s pick something more personal. Something that lets me know that you will go no further. Remember a safe word is used to protect both parties.
Kaise said the first word that popped into her head. “Flames.” It was silly to have picked it as her safe word, but there was no taking it back now. She heard her Dom sigh and she couldn’t tell if she had pleased him or if she frustrated him. He was frustratingly hard to read.
“Very well. Sub, do you remember how a scene starts?”
“Yes, Sir.” Kaise walked back into the middle of the room and, as ordered, got to her knees and slipped quickly and easily into slave position. It was a formal, high protocol move. Here a Sub knelt with her knees apart and her palms face up on her thighs awaiting her Dom’s next commands. This is how she showed him that she was ready to begin and that she respected his dominance over her.
Of course if she was presenting for Gregory he likely would have commanded her eyes down and her knees further apart. He loved to critique her form to let her now that he was watching her and really seeing her. He never took her submission lightly. But she was never going to be his Sub to order. Gregory was gone, gone forever, never to be her Dom again.
The trainer looked down at her now, watching her. And for a moment she thought that she caught of glimpse of something. Just a shadow of an expression that reminded her of Gregory.
Kaise blinked back tears. She wished it was him that was toping her tonight and not some random Dom that Naomi and the white card group had picked for her.
“Are you alright, Sub?”
Wow, her mind was really playing tricks on her. Now the Dom even sounded like Gregory. Quickly Kaise pulled herself together. “Yes Sir, I just had a moment, please continue.”
“Sub if you want to stop at any time, I need to know that you will tell me in words if you’re able or that you will use your safe word. Do you understand what I’m asking?”
“Yes Sir.”


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