Invitation to Passion: Open Invitation, Book 3 (16 page)

 
    
She shouldn’t have let him do that. Not
that she felt like she had to sleep with him because he bought her a glass of
wine. This wasn’t how she’d planned it. In fact, the whole seduction plan
seemed suddenly idiotic. If she hadn’t felt so desperate, so needy, so out of
control, she never would have considered picking up a guy in a bar for a night
of casual sex.

 
    
It had seemed like forever since she’d felt
a man’s touch. For months after Lou died, maybe a year, she hadn’t given sex a
thought. She’d been too busy getting out of bed in the mornings, accepting the
monumental changes his death wrought, wondering if she could handle things on
her own, and helping Brian and Jamey cope with the loss of their dad.

 
    
Somewhere along the way, in that second and
third year alone, she’d started remembering she was a woman. With needs. She
didn’t want a new father for the boys or a boyfriend or husband for herself.
She only wanted the embrace of a man for a little while.

 
    
Bubba wasn’t her idea of a dream lover.
Reality didn’t match the erotic fantasy she’d spun through-out sleepless
nights. Now, she wasn’t quite sure how she’d get rid of him, or for that
matter, get herself out of the bar.

 
    
“Get your damn hand off my wife’s knee.”

 
    
Oh Lord. It couldn’t be. She glanced up and
almost choked on her sip of wine. It was her brother-in-law. And
Jace
didn’t look like a happy camper.

 
    
Look
for
The Jackson Brothers
coming soon.

 
    
Somebody’s
Lover, Book 1

 
    
Somebody’s
Ex, Book 2

 
    
Somebody’s
Wife, Book 3

 
Here’s a taste of Jasmine’s sexy little spanking story...

Copyright 2012
Jasmine Haynes

Cover design by Rae
Monet
Inc

Previously published in 2010

A naughty little
contemporary romance with a bit of bondage, submission, dominance, ménage, and
a very good spanking!

Natalie
Beaumonde’s
life turns upside down the day she walks in on
her boyfriend, Van, playing submissive to a beautiful dominatrix. Not only has
she been betrayed, but Natalie loses her belief in herself as a desirable
woman. And when she starts making mistakes at work, her career being the one
thing she’s always excelled at, she’s in danger of losing her self-worth and
her job, too.

Lincoln Masters isn’t
like most bosses. Instead of issuing a reprimand, he decides his sexy executive
assistant needs a good spanking, something he’s been dying to deliver for
almost a year. And afterward, he hatches a plan to help Natalie rebuild her
self-confidence and show her wandering man the error of his ways: become the
sexy dominatrix her boyfriend is looking for. Being a Master himself, Lincoln’s
the perfect
dom
to help her execute the delectable
punishment.

Lincoln’s terms for
helping her? He wants a piece of Natalie, too. Suddenly, Natalie finds herself
developing a growing fascination with her boss and all the exciting,
deliciously naughty things he can do for her. When Van’s punishment is
complete, can she go back to being just Mr. Masters’ assistant?

Excerpt

 
    
Natalie wanted to gag. It had been such a
shitty week. Mr. Masters was right about everything. She’d failed him
miserably, made so many mistakes. He was a hard taskmaster, but she’d always
measured up, always delivered more than required. Until last weekend, when
she’d walked in on Van with that woman. Now she couldn’t stop replaying those
images in her mind, and they seemed to overshadow everything else she was
supposed to be doing on the job.

 
    
She’d been with Van for two years. At
thirty years old, with her own home and a solid job, Natalie had even
considered taking the next step with him, moving in together. How could he do
that to her? And how could he do
that
with some horrible woman dressed head to toe in skintight leather?

 
    
There wasn’t a single bulge on her lithe
form.

 
    
Natalie shuddered to think of her own body
packed into all that leather. But the worst was the noises he’d made, the
sighs, the moans, the cries, the groans of pleasure. He’d never sounded like
that with Natalie, never gone utterly wild when she touched him. Not even in
the beginning.

 
    
“Miss
Beaumonde
,
are you listening to me?”

 
    
Oh
God.
“Of course, sir.” What had he said?

 
    
She certainly couldn’t tell Mr. Masters all
her personal problems. First of all, she wouldn’t receive an ounce of sympathy.
Second, he didn’t believe personal issues should
ever
get in the way of work. Honestly, neither did she.

 
    
He rounded the end of his desk and paced
behind her in a semicircle. She didn’t dare turn her head to look at him
despite the itch along her spine. You never wanted Mr. Masters at your back
when he was pissed at you. Though when he was on
your
side, there was no greater ally.

 
    
“I’m very displeased, Miss
Beaumonde
, and, quite frankly, shocked.” His breath was at
her ear. “This isn’t like you.”

 
    
She’d worked for the company for five years
and as his executive assistant for a year. She’d always done an exceptional job
for him.

 
    
“So…” Coming to rest beside her, he lowered
his voice to an almost seductive pitch. With his tall form only in her
peripheral vision, feeling him next to her rather than seeing him clearly
enhanced the effect. His tone was like warm maple syrup drizzled down her spine
and licked all the way back up. “You have a decision, my dear,” he finished
softly.

 
    
She suppressed the urge to shiver. It
wasn’t the thing to get turned on by your boss’s voice, especially when you
were on the rebound from catching your boyfriend with another woman. “Yes,
sir,” she whispered. “I’ll do whatever I can to make it up to you.”

 
    
“You most certainly will, Miss
Beaumonde
.” Facing her, he leaned back against his desk,
crossing his arms over his chest. “Now here’s your choice.” He cocked an
eyebrow. “You can tell me what issue has put your job second on your list of
priorities.” After a pause, he added, “In detail.”

 
    
Oh no
no
no
.
She stared at
the desktop rather than meet his gaze. Even now, remembering Van’s wild abandon
and his total pleasure at the hands of another woman was demoralizing. Natalie
had suddenly had it slammed in her face that she wasn’t woman enough for him.
And she certainly couldn’t describe what she’d seen.

 
    
So,
uh, no, not
gonna
tell Mr. Masters a thing.

 
    
“Or,” her boss went on inexorably when she
said nothing, “you can bend over my desk, lift your skirt, and take the
spanking you so richly deserve.”

 
Try a sample of Jasmine’s naughty MMF ménage story.

Copyright 2012
Jasmine Haynes

 
Cover design by Rae Monet
Inc

 
Previously published in 2010

Two very different yet enticing men, one very big choice...

Grant Tyler is
sophisticated, intelligent, controlled, and a highly successful CEO of a
Fortune 500. He’s Rena Lancaster’s perfect match, same background, same career
path, they speak each other’s language. In bed, he makes her see stars. But
then there’s Karl Kristiansen. Every bit as virile, masculine and intelligent
as Grant, he’s her contractor, earthy, hands work-roughened, body tough, and
powerful. And he takes Rena’s senses by storm.

When Grant decides he
wants Rena exclusively, he forces a decision on her. And it’s Karl who comes up
with the perfect test for choosing between them, make love with them both at
the same time and see who does the best job.

When their sexual
play becomes a true ménage, with Grant and Karl each trying to top the other,
willing to do anything Reba asks, even touch each other, the three of them
together are like spontaneous combustion. Now that she’s had a taste of the
real thing, how can Rena choose between these two perfect men when they both
give her different things she craves?

Excerpt

 
    
Grant Tyler stood before the second-floor
window of his San Francisco condo and stared out over the dark bay waters as if
they were a black hole in the middle of his universe. Rena had left only a few
minutes ago, and he could still smell her sensual musk in the room, on his
skin, still taste her on his lips. He was used to issuing ultimatums, even if
he didn’t like to be forced into it. In the business world, you started with
diplomacy, but there was always the situation or the person that pushed you to
the edge, and you had to take the my-way-or-the-highway approach.

 
    
Rena Lancaster was gorgeous, with blonde
hair past her shoulders when she let it down—literally and metaphorically—a
firm figure, luscious breasts, and skin soft and smooth to the touch. In her
midthirties
, she was one hell of a piece of perfect
womanhood. She’d become his private obsession and his private hell. She wasn’t
aware of that; over the last six years since his divorce, he’d grown as used to
controlling his emotions as he was to giving orders. And he knew Rena might
choose to walk away.