The Men With the Golden Cuffs (48 page)

Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance that she found success. She likes to find humor in the strangest places. Lexi believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome or foursome may seem.

Her first novel,
Their Virgin Captive: Masters of Ménage, Book 1
, was a collaboration with
New York Times
bestselling author Shayla Black. In addition to
Their Virgin Captive
and
Their Virgin’s Secret
, she is the author of
The Masters and Mercenaries
series. The first book,
The Dom Who Loved Me
, is available now. The third book,
A Dom Is Forever
is coming this fall.

Connect with me online:

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Website: www.LexiBlake.net

The Dom Who Loved Me, Masters and Mercenaries, Book 1

A Dom Is Forever, Masters and Mercenaries, Book 3
, coming Fall 2012

Leaving Camelot, Wild Western Nights, Book 1
coming Fall 2012

Collaborating with
New York Times
bestselling author Shayla Black:

Their Virgin Captive: Masters of Ménage, Book 1

Their Virgin’s Secret: Masters of M
é
nage, Book 2
 

Their Virgin Concubine: Masters of Ménage, Book 3
, coming Summer 2012

Enjoy the following excerpts from two independently published authors with series that readers are raving about!

Wanting her isn't smart, seducing her is inevitable, but falling in love with her could be downright deadly for both of them.

A Little Harmless Fascination

Harmless Book 7

Copyright 2012 Melissa Schroeder

Security expert Conner Dillon isn’t a man who often takes a vacation. So when he is ordered to take a month off and his sister insists on a trip to Hawaii, he isn’t very happy. But, after seeing his landlady Jillian Sawyer again, he might just find something—or someone—to occupy his time.

For years, Jillian has always had a crush on Conner. Now an erotic romance author with a thing for Doms, she finds herself beyond intrigued by the man. He is good to the core, but there is something else darker in him that calls to her.

After one night in bed, they both find themselves addicted. In Jillian, Conner has found the perfect sub…and in him she finds someone she can trust. Falling in love isn’t what they expected, but walking away is impossible—especially when they realize someone wants Jillian dead.

WARNING this book contains the following: An uptight security expert who prefers schedules, a romance writer who does not, tattoos, a trip to the Aloha Swap Meet, and of course this would not be a Harmless book without a trip to Rough 'n Ready.
 
Ice is recommended as any Harmless Addict will tell you, but the author takes no responsibility if a reader should become overheated. Read at your own risk.

Unedited excerpt:

She had been right. He had been flirting with her. That thought made most of her brain melt on the spot. When she finally gathered enough of her wits to answer, he'd moved closer, resting his hand on her car behind her. She could smell him, that musky scent of his aftershave and…Conner. It took all her control not to lean in and sniff him.

“Yeah. But then, I know just how fast to go.”

His expression hardened and even in the dim light, she could see the flush on his cheeks. Knowing she was getting to him had her libido revving out of control.

“Do you know what you’re messing with?”

She slipped closer. “I think that’s who not what.”

His mouth curved. He slid his arm around her waist pulled her close and kissed her.

At first the kiss was gentle, then he deepened it, plunging his tongue between her lips. Everything in her yearned, wanted, needed. This man had been hitting all the points for days and now, she craved him.

He moved and pressed his body against her. She would have to be dead not to feel his erection.

By the time he pulled back, her head was spinning and her heart was beating so hard, she thought she might pass out. Lord, the man was deadly with his mouth.

“Answer me one question.”

She couldn’t seem to open her eyes.

“Jillian, open your eyes.” When she didn’t respond, he snapped out, “Now.”

She did as he ordered before she even thought about it.

“Were you at Rough ‘n Ready for fun or was it really research for a book?”

She smiled knowing it would irritate him. She wanted to push him just to see his reaction and it would do to her. “A little of both.”

He didn’t like that answer. She could tell by the way his eyes narrowed as he studied her. “I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Why don’t you tell me about it, Conner.”

She heard the challenge in her voice, knew that she was definitely hitting some hot buttons for him.

He crowded her against her car again. The heat of him surrounded her and she wanted another kiss. Another taste of the paradise she knew he would be able to offer her. Conner leaned down.

When his mouth was within a centimeter of hers, he said, “When you want to do more than play games, you let me know, Jillian.”

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Game Misconduct

Copyright 2011 Bianca Sommerland

The game has always cast a shadow over Oriana Delgado's life. She should hate the game. But she doesn't. The passion and the energy of the sport is part of her. But so is the urge to drop the role of the Dartmouth Cobra owner's 'good daughter' and find a less...conventional one.

Playmaker, Max Perron, never expected a woman to accept him and his twisted desires. Oriana came close, but he wasn't surprised when she walked away. A girl like her needs normal. Which he can't give her. He's too much of a team player, and not just on the ice.

But then Oriana's father goes too far in trying to control her and she decides to use exposure as blackmail. Just the implication of her spending the night with the Cobra's finest should get her father to back off.

Turns out a team player is exactly what she needs.

Warning

This ebook contains material not suitable for readers under 18. In also contains scenes that some may find objectionable, including BDSM, ménage sex, bondage, anal sex, sex toys, double penetration, voyeurism, edge play, and hockey equipment being used inappropriately.

Excerpt:

Dominik rested the rim of the wine glass against his bottom lip as the balcony door opened. Oriana stepped into the moonlight, and the faded white T-shirt she'd borrowed from either Sloan or Max billowed around her. She leaned against the sturdy white railing, gazing out at the black expanse of the ocean, oblivious to him.

He decided to wait awhile before making himself known. Give her the illusion of privacy, see what he could learn about her. Within moments, one thing was clear. The girl found peace in the sound of waves crashing in the distance, in the cool night air saturated with the scents of the sea. Perfectly still, she closed her eyes, seeming to absorb it all. This gave her peace.

Something they had in common.

Max's house had two balconies, one on the east side, one on the south side. The south side one was connected to Sloan's room—he'd gotten to pick first since he'd moved in before the rest of them. This balcony belonged to Dominik, and over the years he'd added little personal touches to mark his territory. An antique bistro set in the corner, close to where Oriana stood. A small rock garden against the wall by the door with a small, inlaid fountain. Hanging plants curtaining off the area where he sat on one of two wooden lounge chairs with thick red padding. Several succulents in his room which would join the decor when the weather got warmer.

His private sanctuary. The men only came here when they needed to talk—more often than not, Max or Sloan, wanting his guidance. Both believed becoming "true masters" would save them from their twisted desires.

Lately, Sloan's faith in even that seemed to be slipping. Their last conversation had gotten pretty intense.

"I made the bitch bleed, Mason." Sloan had fisted his hands against the wall so hard the bricks grated his knuckles. He'd bowed his head between his arms. "You still gonna tell me I'm not sick?"

Not likely. I'm getting pretty fucking tired of repeating myself, Dominik had thought. Out loud he'd said. "Did she want you to?"

Sloan's shoulders curved inward. "Yes."

"Did you lose control?"

"Of course not."

"Did you leave any lasting damage besides the shallow cuts, which I assume you took good care of?"

"Fuck, Mason, I said I must be sick. Never said I didn't know what I was doing. 'Course I took care of her." Sloan lifted his head and sighed. "I guess this means I'm not getting your vote at the club."

"You're not ready, Captain. Give it another year and we'll talk." Dominik grinned to lighten the mood. "Am I getting an A on my jersey this season?"

"Over three hundred penalty minutes last year, Mason. Sorry, not happening." Sloan laughed. "Get it under two this year and we'll talk."

If he could deal with two insecure baby Doms, a natural submissive testing the waters would be easy. She wouldn't be the first sub he'd helped train. Granted, he rarely had sex with trainees, but he'd shared with both Max and Sloan before. His combined experience would benefit them all until the men came up with a lasting arrangement.

Max and Sloan can't take care of her
. A voice snarled from the deepest, darkest caverns of his mind, where he'd stashed his own insecurities—and his possessiveness—long ago.
She needs you. She'll always need you.

The sappy country music he'd been listening to before Oriana came out was giving him crazy ideas. He powered off his mp3 player and slid the earphones off his head, letting them hang over the back of his neck.

Across the balcony, Oriana buried her face in her hands and moaned. "What am I doing?"

A question he could answer. "You're regaining control of your life, pet. Your methods may seem a little . . . unorthodox to some, but you did something unexpected, saw what you wanted, and took it."

She jumped, stared at him, and then let out a sharp laugh. "Unorthodox? Yeah, I guess you could call letting five guys fuck me and boss me around unorthodox."

Dominik stood and Oriana took a quick step back. "Fuck you? When did any of us fuck you?" He strode across the long balcony, and his lips curved up as the wall blocked her retreat. His hand on the railing prevented her from slipping past him. "As I recall, you continued fucking me when I told you to stop. I fully intend to punish you for that."

Her eyes went big and round as the full moon overhead. "You do?"

"Yes." He held out his hand, then waited. She placed her fingers on his palm. He shook his head and took hold of her wrist. "Even if a punishment isn't immediate, it's always inevitable. Understand?"

The pulse under his palm quickened. Nervous little bunny. "I think so."

"Good." He towed her with him to the lounge chair, then released her. She fidgeted while he reclined on the chair, and her eyes flicked uneasily in the direction of the door. He counted down from ten. By the time he reached one, she'd stopped fidgeting
. A quick study on patience.
He smiled.
Next lesson.
"Now strip."