Showing posts with label Surrender. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Surrender. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Red Hot Heroes for Veteran's Day

 
This Veteran's Day,
find home in the heart of our heroes with Broken Surrender,
part of the Red Hot Heroes multi-author series
and stands alone for reading enjoyment.
Surrender Series
a Menage Romance series
By: Lori King

 
In the small town of Stone River, Texas, there’s no such thing as too much love. A unique variety of acceptance abounds, and the number of menage relationships is growing. Everyone is welcome, so come on in, and surrender to a cowboy…

 

Weekend Surrender

Flawless Surrender

Primal Surrender

Broken Surrender

 

 
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Broken Surrender

Surrender Series 4

 
One bullet made it physically impossible for Sarah Bryant to fulfill her dreams of a military career. With her family’s sympathy suffocating her, she escapes to Stone River, Texas, determined to rebuild a life and maybe find a new dream.

Silas and Jeremy are two brothers who are as different as Texas is big. One is an adrenaline fueled former Army medic, the other is a laid back tow truck business owner. The two things they have in common? They know they want to live life in a ménage relationship, and Sarah is the woman for them.

Sarah has too many doubts about herself to believe she can be enough for one man let alone two. Can these souls find what they need to grow together, or will they leave more emotional scars to match their physical ones?

 

 

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Excerpt

 
“So what have you been up to since you recovered?”

The question caught her off guard. No one had ever referred to her as recovered before. Everyone still saw her as an injured vet, but in all honesty, she was as healed as she would ever be, and she hated the idea that she was in the world’s memory banks as disabled.

“I…um…well, nothing really at the moment. The VA set me up as one hundred percent service connected, so I at least get my medical bills covered, and a little bit of money every month. That’s been enough for now. I came down here for a job, but that fell through. I’m not sure what I’m going to do next. Just floating along until I figure it out.” She pushed her now lukewarm beer aside. “How about you? What are you doing besides rescuing damsels in distress?”

He grinned at her joke before responding. “Not much sadly. Casey and I divorced after I got back stateside, and I moved back here to room with Jeremy. He owns his own towing company. The man might be a whiz at business, but he’s a terrible housekeeper, so I pretty much spend my evenings playing housewife to my brother. I guess we both ended up in places we’d never imagined, huh?”

“Truth. I thought I’d spend a couple decades serving, and then retire out with a star on my shoulder.” Admitting the truth to someone stung, but she found Silas easy to talk to. She’d already spilled most of her heartache, whatever else she said wouldn’t much matter at this point.

“I don’t remember what I saw for myself when I enlisted, but I know it wasn’t what I got. Military life sounded a lot more exciting than it was,” he said with a chuckle.

“What? You mean you don’t miss bunking in the elements, carrying eighty pound packs, and fighting to survive with sand in your eyes?” she asked, pretending to be shocked.

“Nope, but I do miss the guys. We had a lot of fun over there. In between bullets and IEDs of course.”

“Of course. Goes without saying. I miss it, but it doesn’t do me any good looking back. I can’t change what is.”

Silas watched her for a few moments silently and then nodded as if he’d decided to accept her answer. There was a weird crackle of tension between them as they stared at each other, and then he sat back in his chair and smiled.

“Whatever it was that happened to get you to Stone River, I have to say I’m thankful. It’s good to see a familiar face. Especially a pretty one.”

Her cheeks grew hot, but she laughed his compliment off. “I never thought I’d run into anyone I knew around here, but I have to admit, it’s been good to see you, too. I haven’t laughed this hard in a long time.”

“Me either. Hey, you know my brother and I are going out to a friend’s house for a barbecue Friday night. Why don’t you come along? You can meet some more folks from around here, and make some friends.”

She almost said yes just to see his smile again, but then she remembered herself and shook her head. “I’m not much for parties anymore. I can’t sit still for too long without my back hurting, and I hate having to explain why I’m leaving early.”

“Then don’t. Jeremy and I will pick you up on our way out, and when you’re ready to leave we’ll just blame it on him.”

She couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up, and she shook her head. “You’re terrible.”

“The worst, but you’ll learn to love me,” he countered with a serious glint in his eye that had her mind dredging up all kinds of implications in his words. “Say you’ll come. I won’t leave it alone, so you may as well agree.”

“Okay! Fine. I’ll come, but don’t be surprised if your friends think I’m stuck up. That’s generally what people assume when someone’s always wandering off and bailing out early.”

“They’re gonna love you,” he assured her. “How could they not?”

Pushing back her chair, she rose and picked up her purse. “Thanks Silas, for the beer and the memories. It’s been fun.”

“I’ll walk you out.” He started to stand, and she stopped him with one hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you anyway, but I’m perfectly capable. My car’s barely twenty feet outside the door, and besides, this is as small as small towns get.” She squeezed his shoulder, and then released him.

“Okay, but I want it noted that I protested. If my mama knew I’d let a woman walk to her car alone, she’d crawl out of her grave and beat me with a willow branch.”

“Duly noted, Sarge,” she teased, clenching her fist to resist saluting him.

“We’ll pick you up at seven Friday night, Sarah,” he reminded her. She waved, but kept walking. Maybe between now and Friday she’d come up with a good reason to turn him down. At the moment, all she could think of was, I can’t go because you make my insides quiver, and somehow she didn’t think that excuse would work.

 

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Lori’s Bio

 
Best-selling author, Lori King, is also a full-time wife and mother of three boys. Although she rarely has time to just enjoy feminine pursuits; at heart she is a hopeless romantic. She spends her days dreaming up Alpha men, and her nights telling their stories. An admitted TV and book junkie, she can be found relaxing with a steamy story, or binging in an entire season of some show online. She gives her parents all the credit for her unique sense of humor and acceptance of all forms of love. There are no two loves alike, but you can love more than one with your whole heart.

 
With the motto: Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance, she will continue to write as long as you continue to read. Thank you for taking the time to indulge in a good Happily Ever After with her.
 
 Find out more about her current projects at http://lorikingbooks.com,
 
or look her up on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/LoriKingBooks
 

 

 

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Passion takes no prisoners: The Gilded Cage

 
The Gilded Gage
The Surrender series
by Lauren Smith
an Erotic BDSM Romance
 

About The Gilded Cage
Passion that takes no prisoners, and love that tests the limits of ecstasy . . .

Fenn Lockwood comes alive in the shadows. Though he might have physically survived the kidnapping that stole his childhood, the trauma and pain he lived through have marked him forever. Now the only place where Fenn can be himself is within the walls of his private BDSM world—a place of erotic obsession, where desire isn't just captured . . . it's bound.

Hayden Thorne knows that behind Fenn's hardened exterior is a man worth fighting for. Yet to save him from the past that still haunts him, Hayden will have to abandon every inhibition she's ever had and venture into Fenn's intoxicatingly sensual world. Each tantalizing second she spends in Fenn's searing embrace is more delicious than the last and soon Hayden begins to think that she may never want to leave such torturous bliss . . .
 


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EXCERPT
There was nothing better in the world than waking up with a beautiful woman in your arms. Fenn hadn’t had a woman in weeks so this was obviously a dream. There was no way he’d managed to bag a woman like this last night…

He eyed her red dress skeptically. Everything from last night came back in a painful rush. He shoved it all back and focused on the woman currently molded to his body. Coda was asleep on the floor by the door of the trailer where she always stayed vigilant at night. When the dog left the bed, the little red-haired temptress wormed her way across the sheets over to his side. They were spooning. He’d never seen the appeal before, but now he definitely did. It was hard to beat the feeling of a woman’s full curves snug against his body. His cock certainly agreed. He was hard enough to pound nails into walls. Despite the pain in his skull, he managed to grin.

He needed to enjoy this for all it was worth before she woke up. The way her perfect, rounded bottom fit against his groin had him imaging how fun it would be to take her just like this, from behind. All he’d have to do was hike her dress up over her hips…His cock strained at his jeans and the sensation, while uncomfortable was still good, even if he desperately needed release. Her head rested on a makeshift pillow formed by his outstretched arm. His other hand firmly cupped one of her breasts.

Even though there was a barrier of clothing between his skin and hers, the touch was intimate and he knew without a doubt she’d be furious when she woke up. Fenn gave her a breast a little squeeze and bit back a laugh at the way she sighed and wriggled against him. One of her hands reached back behind her and gripped his hip, trying to pull him closer to her. He swallowed a groan of need. This woman was going to be the death of him.

Tempted by the delicate shell of her ear, he leaned down and kissed it. The strawberry scent of her hair mixed with the faint scent of her natural aroma was like a cocktail of sin and wicked perfection. He licked her ear, and she came to life in his arms with a breathless sigh and a little nod of encouragement.

“Don’t stop.” Her words were barely above a whisper.

Fenn smiled. She was probably dreaming. Serves her right, the little hellion.

He kneaded the mound of her breast and nibbled the lobe of her ear. She bit her lip and arched her back which thrust her breast into his hand and her bottom against his cock. Damn, the woman knew just how to move. She was a fantasy. His fantasy. His hand slid down from her breast to her hip, and then to her bare thigh.

God, he wanted to get his hands between her legs, touch the heated wetness that had to be building in her. She was flushed, that delicate white skin warming to a tender pink with her arousal. Fenn tiptoed his fingers from her outer thigh to her inner thigh and she shifted, opening her legs for him.

“Wake up, honey,” he murmured in her ear.

As much as he wanted to take advantage, he wasn’t really that much of a bastard. When he took a woman, he wanted her awake and willing…and to be honest, he wanted her begging for him to fuck her. As her light brown lashes fluttered and her lips parted, Fenn was flooded with a thousand desires. He wanted to twine rope around Hayden’s wrists and restrain her to a bed so he could torture her with endless pleasure-filled orgasms. He wanted to chase her and bring her down and pin her beneath him, dominating her and demanding her surrender.

Fenn had always been a dominant lover in bed, but there was something about Hayden, the way she pushed him, defied him. He wanted to dominate her that much more. Not break her, never that, but the fire she possessed, especially toward him, fueled his own arousal beyond anything he’d ever felt. The need to brand as his was overpowering.


About Lauren Smith
LAUREN DIANA SMITH  was born and raised in Tulsa. She attended Oklahoma State University where she earned a B.A. in both history and political science. Drawn to paintings and museums, Lauren is obsessed with antiques and satisfies her fascination with history by writing and exploring exotic, ancient lands.
 
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Sunday, January 20, 2013

The Art of Surrender (w/ Excerpt)



NEW SURRENDER EROTIC ROMANCE

by KAYLA STONOR
 
I thought I’d tell you about my new e-book and share a small excerpt. It’s a work in progress so the cover and title – Raise or Fold – are working versions, but the cover adds a bit of colour! Part of the Surrender Series, this book is shaping into a 70,000+ word novel due for release in spring. As expected with this collection of stories, it is not your usual romantic story. The plot is very different from my previous books, although initially it might not seem that way.

Set in the UK, Major Brandon Hunt, ex Royal Marine, has taken over his late father’s publishing business and is busy removing all erotica from its ‘bookshelves’, putting him in direct conflict with his father’s young widow who is actively involved in running the business. She recruits friend and former editor, Keira MacDonald, to change his mind. Keira is now a successful erotica author whose books are also being dropped. She is also a Domme with a sadistic kink who actively practices in the BDSM scene.  Sparks fly when she confronts Brandon over his new policy, and the fact that he hasn’t even read the books he’s removing from circulation.

Their relationship continues its fractious start when Keira manipulates Brandon into a weekend getaway as her ‘slave’. She delights in tormenting him with her overt sadist dominant ways. The weekend does not go according to plan and when Keira’s life is threatened Brandon finds himself increasingly immersed in her world. As events spiral out of control, Keira turns on him and his cautious steps toward a more intimate relationship with her rapidly devolve into disgust and hate.

I am thrilled to have a lot of beta help with this story. It’s an intricate plot walking a fine line between romance and psychological drama, and I am taking on board advice to keep the story from veering off the path to love. The conflict over Brandon’s carte-blanche removal of erotica is a key thread of the story, but the real story is the motives behind his decision, and the dynamics of a love affair where sexual tastes are close to being incompatible.

It is a journey to understanding, trust, and love that is full of twists and turns, turmoil and intrigue. There is sexual tension, hot sex, and dark BDSM play that edges into torture and abuse as an ever present threat of tragedy reaches crisis point.  A subtle twist adds a surprise element that will explain much as the story heads to its conclusion by when I hope readers will have come to love both hero and heroine.

I hope you enjoy this small excerpt.



Excerpt from RAISE OR FOLD
(working title)




     Brandon tossed and turned. To add insult to injury, Keira slept soundly beside him—naked—silk pyjamas nowhere to be seen. He stared at the ceiling, his throbbing cock seemingly determined to make him suffer for the lurid thoughts invading his mind. He flung himself over for the hundredth time and encountered a pair of glowing jewels that pierced the gloom.


His breath caught in his throat.


Keira stared at him avidly and when her tongue flickered across her lips he felt like she was devouring him alive. He followed its progress, fascinated as her lips turned moist and glossy under the moonlight filtering between the slightly parted curtains. He had tasted those lips before and the memory stirred a hunger that needed to be sated. He rose onto his elbow and dipped his head down. She returned his kiss with enthusiasm and fingers explored the back of his neck and teased his hair. He lifted high above her and, when his cock brushed her outer leg, lust blew his reservations out the door. 


‘I swore I wouldn’t do this,’ he whispered.


‘I thought I’d lost my touch,’ Keira murmured in his ear.

‘Have you got a condom?’ He’d be amazed if she didn’t.


‘Top drawer . . .  your side.’


He rolled back, opened the drawer and felt around. It took him just seconds to open the packet and roll the rubber on. His fingers trailed down her belly and traced the contours of her hip down to her leg. Her breath caught, her back arched. He could smell her excitement. He changed direction, moving steadily towards the nectar he knew would be waiting. He groaned as his fingers slipped inside her. She was so wet. He teased her folds apart, searching for her special spot that would send her wild. He found the pert nub and flicked it with his nail.


Her response was aggressive.


She surged up towards him and her mouth locked onto his. Their tongues tangled and he was only dimly aware of one hand stealing down his back and over his hip until she captured his wrist. He stilled as she pulled his hand from inside her, thinking he must have hurt her in some way. When she twisted his arm behind him he broke their kiss and drew back, but his withdrawal only caused her to tighten her grip, trapping his hand in the small of his back. He could not withdraw further without conflict.


‘Keira . . .’


‘If we do this, I’m in charge.’ Her tone was uncompromising.


Brandon hung his head and emitted a groan of sheer frustration. Every nerve in his body demanded satisfaction. His dick had gone dark side on him. His treacherous body rested on one hand and his knee between her thighs.


‘I can’t force you,’ she whispered. ‘This is still your choice.’


His head rebelled. His body grew more insistent. He wanted to take her. To sink his body into hers and relieve the tension that had been building in him since the moment she called out her opening bid. The memory tightened the coil of desire in his loins, increasing his urge to take her, to make her submit to him, except he wouldn’t force her either.


‘How far do you want to go?’ he asked.


‘Light bondage.’


His stomach began to quietly creep away from him. He was resting on his nerve-damaged arm and it trembled under his weight. Keira’s free hand reached under him and stroked his hairless balls. Shivers ran up and down his spine. His cock jerked and his hips thrust towards her.


‘Not fair,’ he gasped.


‘I won’t hurt you. I promise you will love it.’


‘Are you Sadist or Dominant?’


‘Both.’


‘Which does this satisfy?’


‘The sadist in me enjoys your reluctance, your discomfort. Your body craves satisfaction, but the price of submission is too high.’ She squirmed beneath him and Brandon’s cock swelled to see how turned on she was by his predicament. ‘The dominant side of me loves the thought of your submission. You are so used to being in control, and you know what it is like to lose control. The consequences will haunt you to your dying day and the thought of voluntarily giving it up goes against every fibre of your being. It is a fight between desire and sanity. Do you trust me enough to steer you safely to the other side? Do you trust yourself enough to let go? Sex is a beautiful act of giving. Your submission will take it to another dimension.’


Brandon’s head was spinning. His arm was on the verge of collapse. Her fingers stroking his balls were driving him to distraction. He tested the strength of her grip on his wrist and realised she wasn’t going to let him go so easily. His body stood on the edge of a precipice and the need to make a decision panicked him.


‘Let me go.’

END EXCERPT

Story due for release Spring.

Kayla Stonor’s Blog: http://kaylastonor.wordpress.com/
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THE SURRENDER SERIES
(books can be read in any order)

When a suspected mobster arrives at her home, she knows the only way to survive is to turn her submissive nature into a warrior.  A Dominant, he knows the only way to earn her trust is to surrender.  This unconventional power exchange explores what it means to surrender yourself. 





As a soldier, he surrenders his body.  As a man, she wants him to surrender his heart.  This SciFi novel looks at the double meaning of surrender, where love is an alien invasion.








Kayla Stonor once again examines the meaning of surrender by using a military and physical storyline that questions if surrender is given or taken.  







A husband and wife explore their kinkier side and determine which is truly surrendering.  








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