Saturday, May 28, 2016

Songs for WHAT THE HEIRESS WANTS


Our house is filled with music, so I suppose it's not surprise that my books are filled with music, too. The kiddo still goes to sleep every night to her favorite lullabies, there is always music playing in my office, and RadioMan is completely incapable of doing yard or garage work without music. I'm in the middle of writing my Billionaire Cowboys trilogy - 3 books, 3 brothers and 3 feisty females! - and I'm finding that several songs are overlapping between the books. 

Those songs - like Elvis' A Little Less Conversation (a song that always reminds me of Las Vegas) and Dierks Bentley's Sounds of Summer (a song I'm slightly obsessed with right now - fit the overall 'brother/family' theme of the series, and they also fit the books' settings (Las Vegas). But, each book definitely has its own feel. Here are a few of the songs that are specific to What the Heiress Wants, the second book in the series:

Tim McGraw ~ She's My Kind of Rain (this is Connor's theme - he never thought he'd fall in love, but Miranda makes him re-think that stance!)
Sade ~ The Sweetest Taboo (this is Miranda's theme because she's failed to separate her personal and professional lives before...and lost...but she can't resist Connor)
Shania Twain ~ She's Not Just a Pretty Face
Jake Owen ~ American Country Love Song (the love theme for Connor and Miranda)
Maroon 5 ~ Maps
A Thousand Horses ~ Smoke
Dierks Bentley ~ Say You Do
Chase Daniels ~ Gonna Wanna Tonight

Once upon a time, Kristina Knight spent her days running from car crash to fire to meetings with local police--no, she wasn't a troublemaker, she was a journalist. Her career took her all over the United States, writing about everything from a serial killer's capture to the National Finals Rodeo. Along the way, she found her very own Knight in Shining Cowboy Boots and an abiding love for romance novels. And just like the characters from her favorite books, she's living her own happily ever after.

Kristina writes sassy contemporary romance novels; her books have appeared on Kindle Best Seller Lists. She loves hearing from readers, so drop her a line!

QUESTION: What type of music takes you to your happy place?

WHAT THE HEIRESS WANTS

The Billionaire Cowboys trilogy by best-selling author Kristina Knight continues with What the Heiress Wants.

Denver publishing heiress Miranda Clayton craves more from life than society parties and shopping sprees, but her tycoon father refuses to take her seriously. Her solution? Beat him at his own game by going to work for his top competitor, Connor Reeves, in Las Vegas.

Connor isn't fooled by Miranda's new plan for a second. He knows exactly who she is; what he doesn't know is why she's pulling him into her games. After their first meeting, Connor knows what he wants - Miranda in his bed! But the more he's around his new vice president, the more he wants something deeper than a short-term fling. The question is does the lady want Connor - or his business?

Sensuality Level: Sensual  



Excerpt:

Connor tilted his head to the side. “Ground rules like?”
            “No public displays of affection. When we’re at work, we work. There is a lot to do with the new magazine launch, and we’re still not out of the woods with the existing publications.”
            “So you won’t be coming into my office at odd moments with empty file folders and a desperate need for my body?” His beautiful mouth twisted in a wicked smile.
            “As the male form goes, yours is quite good. But I think I can control myself between the hours of nine and five.”
            “So no nooners. Bummer. Any other rules we should abide by?”
            “No nicknames.”
            Connor blinked. “I shouldn’t call you Love Muffin within earshot of anyone in the office. Got it.”
            “You shouldn’t call me Love Muffin anywhere.”
            “No love muffins?”
            Miranda wrinkled her nose. “Definitely not.”
            “No nooners. No love muffins. So far, so good. Rule number three?”
            “We shouldn’t advertise the fact that we had dinner tonight, or any other night. And we shouldn’t mention the kisses from before, either.”
            “Damn it, I was planning on talking about that with the pressmen tomorrow.”
            Miranda pursed her lips. “I’m serious. This doesn’t have to be a state secret, but we don’t need to advertise the fact that we’ve been on a date, either. At least, not until we know where this is or isn’t going.”

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Author Bio:
Once upon a time, Kristina Knight spent her days running from car crash to fire to meetings with local police--no, she wasn't a troublemaker, she was a journalist. Her career took her all over the United States, writing about everything from a serial killer's capture to the National Finals Rodeo. Along the way, she found her very own Knight in Shining Cowboy Boots and an abiding love for romance novels. And just like the characters from her favorite books, she's living her own happily ever after.

Kristina writes sassy contemporary romance novels; her books have appeared on Kindle Best Seller Lists. She loves hearing from readers, so drop her a line!

Friday, May 27, 2016

On Her Six


Congratulations to "Lois M.", the winner in Christina's giveaway. Thank you to all who participated!

Hi All!  I’m Christina Elle and I write quirky romantic suspense.  I love witty banter and two characters who are always getting on each other’s nerves.  My new release, ON HER SIX, pairs a stubborn, wanna-be cop with a pissy, thinks-he-knows-it-all DEA Agent. I absolutely loved watching these two go at it!

Sam works as a clerk for Baltimore City Police. She has been searching for her dad, who is presumed dead after he worked as an undercover cop trying to capture a drug dealer. She lives across the street from her grandmother, who is the head of the neighborhood watch. The rest of the watch is made up of three other old ladies who each bring their own flare to the story.  

Ash is DEA and is in Baltimore because there is a dangerous drug dealer lurking in the area (it’s the same drug dealer Sam’s dad was after. UH OH!! hehe).  Ash is only supposed to observe what he sees and report back to his team so they can bring the bad guy in. But when Sam lands herself in trouble, he has to save her. In order to keep his cover, he lies about who he is.  Of course, not believing a word he says, Sam and her pack of grannies host a stakeout to learn as much as they can about their new neighbor.  And what ensues is hilarious, action-packed and steamy. This story was so much fun to write!

Here is an excerpt:
He was done. He could take caning across his bare back or bamboo under his fingernails, but he sure as hell didn’t stand a chance against this kind of torture. A man’s resolve was only so strong against a woman like Sam. Telling his subconscious to take a hike, he hitched her leg over his lap. She drew a quick breath, but then settled astride him as if her body was made to fit his. Her legs cradled his thighs, and the center of her heat married flawlessly over his growing erection.

Imagining what it would feel like to be buried deep inside her, he shifted to encourage more friction. Her body went rigid, her spine as straight as a damn board, then she relaxed and trailed her hands along every piece of his available skin. Up under his sleeve to his biceps, where she squeezed the muscles; across his chest and stomach; his back. The impression of her touch lasted even after her hands moved on to their next location.

His shirt was off in seconds, and he was doing his damnedest to remove hers just as quickly. Would she be upset if he ripped it from her body? It was a mere scrap of fabric anyway.

About the Author
Christina believes that laughter really is the best medicine, which is why in her stories she blends a healthy dose of hilarious hijinks with gritty suspense.

When she’s not writing fun contemporary romance or quirky romantic suspense, Christina can be found devouring books in every genre, watching Chris Hemsworth on TV, playing board games with her family, working out, watching Chris Hemsworth on TV, napping, watching Chris Hemsworth on TV, and shopping…for Chris Hemsworth’s latest DVD.

She lives near Baltimore with her husband and two sons, who give her an endless supply of humorous material to write about. She is a member of Romance Writers of America and Maryland Romance Writers. She is represented by Margarget Bail at Inklings Literary Agency.

She loves hearing from friends and followers, so feel free to send her an email or connect through social media.  

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ON HER SIX

New neighbors are bad news in Samantha Harper’s experience. Especially ones as suspicious and brooding as the guy who just moved in next door. So when the dangerous but sexy stranger seems to be involved in something illegal—the aspiring cop in her takes action. If only she could stop thinking about how he looks naked...


All DEA agent Ash Cooper wants to do is lay low and survive this crap surveillance assignment. But after a run-in with his attractive neighbor, he realizes that’s going to be much harder than he planned. Keeping the woman out of trouble is hard enough, but keeping his hands off her is near impossible.

Giveaway:
Christina will be giving away a $20 Amazon gift card to one lucky person leaving a comment or email entry.

Giveaway ends 11:59pm EST May 27th. Please supply your email in the post. You may use spaces or full text for security. (ex. jsmith at gmail dot com) If you do not wish to supply your email, or have trouble posting, please email maureen@JustContemporaryRomance.com with a subject title of JCR GIVEAWAY to be entered in the current giveaway. 

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

A secret mermaid lover?


To my big surprise, I often find that while I’m getting to know my characters, they’ll turn out to have some kind of quirky passion or talent that I never expected. For example, Kirin in Dishing up Desire collects salt and pepper shakers and Fleur in Last Chance Proposal is an expert cupcake maker. When I was writing Erin, the heroine in my latest book, The Wedding Wager, I found out that she collected mermaids.

                       
She has wall plaques and statues, letter openers and tie pins – and in the course of the novel she’s gifted two of the most beautiful mermaid’s she’s ever seen.

                                   
The interesting thing, though, is that no one but her sister Faith knows about Erin’s collection - that is until she meets Nick Katsalos and he turns her world upside down. The thing is that she’s used to being strong and independent like those willowy women of the deep and she has to decide if she’ll have to give up too much of the real her – just like her mermaids would - to be with the man who makes her eyes shine.

How about you? Are  you a collector? A secret mermaid lover?

The Wedding Wager

Nick Katsalos has a foolproof plan to save his parents' floundering wedding venue. The last thing he expects is for Erin O'Malley, the captivating daughter of his parents' biggest rival, to waltz in and charm the client who could finally get the family business back on track. Nick would be furious--if only he could stop thinking about her.

When Erin and Nick enter into a wager to determine who will win the contract she prepares for the worst...and is surprised by the glimpses of warmth she sees in the man behind the numbers. But Erin isn't about to forfeit what could be the biggest wedding of the decade to a man as cold as Nick. Especially since securing it means she could finally prove to her father she's just as capable of handling the family business as him. 

But as the competition heats up, Erin and Nick must decide what's more important—winning or love. 


About the author:

Barbara DeLeo’s first book, co-written with her best friend, was a story about beauty queens in space. She was eleven, and the sole, handwritten copy was lost years ago, much to everyone’s relief. It’s some small miracle that she kept the faith and is now living her dream of writing sparkling contemporary romance with unforgettable characters.

After completing degrees in Psychology and English then travelling the world, Barbara married her winemaker hero and had two sets of twins.

She still loves telling stories about finding love in all the wrong places, with not a beauty queen or spaceship in sight.
  


Monday, May 23, 2016

Missed Connections

With: Tamara Mataya

Giveaway Alert!

To celebrate the release of MISSED CONNECTIONS, Tamara has written this post between a fictional couple. Can you guess who these characters are?

A with an E, I shouldn’t have called you the C word.
It’s just I wanted to talk to you so much. Please accept my apology. –Regretful in Avonlea

Dear Regretful in Avonlea (as if you are truly capable of regret or remorse).
I most certainly will not! You called me Carrots and I shall never forgive or forget this insult. Resorting to insults on a girl’s appearance showcases how immature you truly are. –A with an E

A with an E.
I’M immature? You smashed a slate over my head. Get off your high horse. –Regretful in Avonlea

Regretful in Avonlea.
I’D never have smashed a slate over your head. Forget Carrots, she’s bitter and sharp. MY last name sounds the same as a dessert—and I’m sweet on you. Can you guess who I am? -JP



MISSED CONNECTIONS

Missed Connection: I saw you standing there, and I was struck by your eyes. Gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as your smile.

Thanks to her job at a crazy New Age spa, what should have been a sizzling NYC summer is being hijacked by demanding hippie bosses. To unwind, Sarah spends her nights cruising Missed Connections, dreaming of finding an uber-romantic entry all about her. Of course, the moment she finds that Missed Connection, real life comes crashing down around her in a night of unbridled passion with someone completely different: totally off-limits Jack.

Best. Hookup. Ever.

Gorgeous and wealthy, hot as sin, Jack can give Sarah everything she needs—except an emotional connection. That she gets from her Missed Connection, the romantic stranger who never fails to make her swoon. But there’s only so much of Sarah to go around. Torn between the bad boy she can’t keep and the sensitive stranger who bares his soul online, her heart and body are soon in two very different relationships…or are they?

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About the Author
Tamara Mataya is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, a librarian, and a musician with synesthesia. Armed with a name tag and a thin veneer of credibility, she takes great delight in recommending books and shushing people. She puts the 'she' in TWSS and the B in LGBTQIA+.

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Excerpt from MISSED CONNECTIONS
“No air-conditioning?”
                Jack’s voice startles me, and I jump, dropping my shirt.
                “No. I’ll have to look at getting a unit in.”
                “Do you like big units?”
                “Well, a tiny one wouldn’t do it…”
                “Big ones are better for doing it.”
                My apartment’s dinky but will need more than a small air conditioner. “For sure. I mean, mine’s pretty tiny, but it would still need…”
                He bites the inside of his cheek and raises his eyebrows.
                When he said unit, he was referring to… “Oh my God, so not what I meant!”
                “Sure. And this?” He nods at the bag in his hands.
                “I want it on the bed.” For crying out loud, am I capable of speaking without everything sounding like a “that’s what she said” joke? “In the bedroom is fine.” A giant, throbbing innuendo…What is wrong with me? This is Jack, my friend. Only my friend for reasons. Shaking my head, I shift a blue tub with my kitchen stuff into the tiny kitchen and move one from there into the equally tiny bathroom. On the way back, I trip over a bag and slam my leg into the corner of a box.
                “Nice one, Grace.”
                “Shut up.” I hiss through my teeth while rubbing my shin. “Ouch.”
                “Are you bleeding?” He squats in front of me, cradling my calf to pull my leg closer. It’s tight quarters, and I can smell him—something fresh but mixed with his sweat. My mouth waters. Would I be able to taste it on his skin?
                His fingertips graze the sensitive skin behind my knee. Jesus. He’s never touched my bare skin there before. It’s just my calf. How can that make me feel…restless and unfulfilled? 
                He traces the skin around the injury with a fingertip. “The skin’s broken, but it’s just the first layer. Nothing serious.”
                Tell that to my pulse, which is doing a splendid imitation of a jackhammer. “Yeah.” My voice is raspy. “Nothing serious.” 
                His gaze crawls up my shin to my thigh, my torso, my eyes. Oh, he knows what this is doing to me. Deliberately, he slides his hand up my thigh before letting go. Then he stands and licks his lips, eyes locked on mine. 
                Now I’m covered with goose bumps, suddenly feverish with wanting his hands on my body again—and not wanting to let him leave my apartment until we’re sweaty for another reason. The intensity of the attraction I feel for him spreads through me from cell to cell like a virus. Liking him is deadly because I can’t feel this for him, can’t want him this much. 
                His fingers tangle in my hair and lift my face. I shouldn’t be taking a step toward him, grabbing
the front of his shirt, and pulling him closer like this. He crushes his body to me as his lips gently meet mine as if this means something. His tongue teases my lips open and eases inside my mouth, and when it touches my tongue, I shudder and clutch at him, desperate to pull him closer when I should be pushing him away. 
                But his hands are gentle, his lips are firm, and his tongue strokes mine in ways that dissolve rational thought and all the bones in my body. He tastes like peppermint and the last lover I can imagine ever wanting again because no one has kissed me like this—and I want more. I want it all. He wraps me in his arms and squeezes. I stretch up, allowing more of my body to press against his, then wrap my arms around his neck and gently grind my hips against his. One of his hands slips down my side and around to palm my breast, lifting and gently kneading it through my shirt and bra. He’s already hard. 
                He breaks the kiss, and I’m left breathless, but then he pushes me against the wall and pins my hands above my head—and who the hell needs air anyway? I arch against him, pressing my breasts against his chest, trying to ease the ache as he nibbles my earlobe and kisses his way down my collarbone, releasing my hands to palm my breasts. 
                I trail my hands under his shirt and over the cut ridges of his abs. He pulls one of my thighs up, pressing against my core, making me moan in his mouth when his lips find mine again. His mouth is everything. God, I can’t wait. This is going to be so damn good. We’ll have amazing sex, and then…what? Live happily ever after? I tip my head back to give him better access to the tender flesh of my neck.
Shut up, brain.

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Sunday, May 22, 2016

A Heroine Who Eats Dessert? Yes, please.


I love to write (and read) about heroines who are real. Or, at least as real as they can be considering they’re the workings of my overactive imagination. I’m talking best friend material here. And what could be more legit than meddling parents, a healthy obsession with Tiramisu, and an Italian temper that can go from slow burn to five alarm blaze in a New York minute?

Becca Mancini, the heroine in my new release Seducing the Fireman, is about as real as it gets. I love that Becca is young and single, working two jobs in order to chase her dream, and definitely not looking for love with a sexy fireman…no matter how big his apparatus may be.

One of my favorite things about Becca? She always eats dessert. Always. Talk about a girl after my own heart. Unfortunately, her love of all things pastry, pie, and ice cream is also her downfall. Because while Becca has a weakness for dessert, Jackson Hart has always had a weakness for her. And after ten long years of fantasizing about the girl he left behind, this fireman isn’t above pressing the advantage if it means getting the sexy spitfire of his dreams back in his bed.

Excerpt
“What do you think you’re doing?” Becca asked, planting a hand on her hip and blocking the entrance with her other arm.

“Coming up for dessert.” Jax held up the carryout bag her mother had given him on the way out the door. “Your mom packed tartufo for two. It’s still your favorite, right?”

“Keep it.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m on a diet anyway.”

“Liar. You’re perfect just the way you are.” His gaze slid over her body, assessing her from head to toe and giving her all the feels in her belly. It was clear he liked what he saw. Lust burned bright, flickering in those blue eyes like a flame greedy for oxygen. She squeezed her thighs tight, refusing to acknowledge her own desire. “Besides,” he went on, “I don’t have any spoons at my place, so if you don’t invite me up, I’ll just have to leave them both here with you.”

Becca weighed her options. Her mom’s tartufo was the best in the borough, and if they stood around arguing about it much longer, there’d be nothing left but a soupy mess. Refusing to forgo a perfectly good dessert, she relented and opened the door for Jax to pass.

Once inside the apartment, she moved swiftly, making quick work of the carryout package. Then she and Jax settled in at the bar, spoons in hand. Only, the way he was looking at her spoke of an entirely different kind of hunger, one she refused to consider any further before dessert.

Instead, she dug into her ice cream.

“Oh, my God,” she moaned, the dark chocolate coating her mouth with its silky goodness. 

“This is so good, I could orgasm right here.”

Good one, Becca.

As soon as the words were out, she regretted them, but what could she do? He seemed to have that effect on her. Every time she was near him she felt like that bumbling kid again, fifteen and clueless.

Shit.

The last thing she needed was for Jax to think she had sex on the brain. Especially sex with him.

“Well, isn’t that a sad state of affairs.”

“Excuse me?” She dropped her spoon on the counter and shot him the haughtiest look she could muster. Who the hell did he think he was, anyway?

“I like dessert as much as the next guy, but if you think ice cream can make you come,” he said, his words a smoky caress, “then you’ve never had a real orgasm. I’d be happy to correct that for you any time. Just say the word.”

SEDUCING THE FIREMAN

Firefighter Jackson Hart is back in Brooklyn and on the hunt for the girl who’s kept him burning for ten long years. The girl he left, in a total prick move, without saying goodbye. Now he’s determined to make it right, to hell with her three-date rule.

But Becca’s not ready to forgive and forget. In fact, she seems determined to stoke his fire every chance she gets. She wants to avoid sexy distractions like him? Fine. Because what she doesn’t know—yet—is that Jax isn’t the kind of man to give up when he wants something. And he always gets what he wants.


Friday, May 20, 2016

RUSH

With: Shae Ross

Hi All!  I’m Shae Ross and I write contemporary romance. I love strong heroines that challenge their sexy alpha’s with sass and smarts. My new release, RUSH, brings together the perfect pair!

Meet college quarterback Preston Rush. NFL bound. Sexy as sin. Unstoppable…until a Halloween brawl lands him in jail with Little Bo Peep.

If soccer-all star, Priscilla Winslow, a/k/a “Peep”,  had known it was the hot-shot quarterback, Preston Rush wearing the Chewbacca costume, she might have thought twice about helping him. Instead she rushed into the chaos, earning herself a place beside him in jail.

His coach’s cover up his arrest, but when Preston learns Priscilla is suspended from the soccer team, he’s determined to get her back on the field, regardless of whether she wants his help or not.

He’s already broken the rules…now he’ll have to risk everything to do the right thing


Here’s an excerpt from their night in jail:
Preston:
I knock my knuckles on the eye-patch circles of dirt covering her knees and speak slowly. “I don’t know what you were thinking, walking into a biker bar dressed like a bad decision, but I’ve got some news for you.” Her brows shoot high as I lean in and continue. “Your Little Bo Peep costume has taken a hard detour off Mother Goose Lane and veered straight into Peep Show Alley.” I lower my chin, pinning her with an intense look. “There’s not a guy in this building who could look at you and not think about it.”       
F**k! I’m thinking about it.
Her lips slide until the bottom consumes the top--I think she’s hearing me. “I’m the one that got you into this mess, I’m going to make sure you get out of it. And if that chaps your ruffled ass, I’m okay with that, because right now, you need all the help you can get.”
RUSH

Priscilla Winslow has a mouth that spits fiery sarcasm faster than I can throw a touchdown. But I’ve wanted her ever since I saw her in that Bo Peep outfit on Halloween. Yep, I’m a sheep who will follow that little hottie anywhere. There’s one problem…she hates me. Just because we ended up in jail and quite possibly ruined both our futures...

They’re changing the rules…

College Quarterback Preston Rush is living the dream. He’s leading his team to the National Championship and days away from earning a ‘first round draft pick’ label. When he meets Little Bo Peep at a Halloween party, he thinks he’s scored big. Instead, he wakes up in a jail cell with the corseted beauty. Because of him, she’s in trouble and when he discovers her true identity, he realizes, his nightmare is just beginning.

The always shooting-for-perfection Priscilla Winslow can’t believe her good deed has cost her a soccer career. Even though she knows it isn’t Preston’s fault, she can’t forgive him for the disaster that is her life. She just wishes her damn body would get the message. Every time she sees him, it’s all she can do not to kiss him.
When everything crashes down around him, Preston will have to decide if doing the right thing is worth losing it all.

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About the author

Shae Ross grew up in Ferndale, Michigan. She attended Michigan State University and continued her education at Detroit College of Law. Prior to 2014, she spent the majority of her career practicing corporate law and engaged in entrepreneurial ventures. 

After having too many stressful days at the office, Shae began to pursue her dream of writing and signed a contract with Entangled Publishing. She loves strong heroines and sexy alpha heroes who deliver stories filled with sass, smarts and sizzle.



Wednesday, May 18, 2016

To Master And Defend

With: Anya Summers

Giveaway Alert!

TO MASTER AND DEFEND 
(The Dungeon Fantasy Club Series, Book 2)

Ophelia Mills is coerced by her friends into having a fashionable night out, where she discovers the newest night life destination is actually an exotic BDSM Club named Dungeon Pleasures. She’s always been curious about the lifestyle, but her reserved nature has so far held her back from exploring her desires. When an over enthusiastic club goer goes overboard with his intentions and attempts to force her into submission, the club’s owner comes to her rescue, defending her honor. After a scorching one night stand with her knight in shining armor, Ophelia discovers that the fantasy was one for the record books.

Tobias Ford likes his life just fine. At the helm of two successful businesses, he’s a Dom with a checkered past and isn’t looking for anything permanent. He’s perfectly content to enjoy the submissive offerings at Dungeon Pleasures, as well as his membership in the exclusive Dungeon Fantasy Club. Then Ophelia Mills stumbles in, needing his protection, and bringing forth every dominant urge he possesses. After a torrid night he cannot forget, he devises a campaign, laying siege to her heart even as he spanks her bare bottom for disobedience. With every one of her pleasured cries, Tobias falls further under Ophelia’s spell as she surrenders to his mastering.

As he indulges her newfound carnal appetite, Ophelia will have to face old hurts, and decide whether or not she can trust him with the most precious of gifts…


Excerpt
Ophelia woke a short time later when she heard a male snore in her ear. Her eyes popped open and the entire night's events came rushing back. Arms the size of small tree trunks were wrapped around her body. Her limbs were satiated, her backside snug against his front and she looked down. His member lay against her sex, its size impressive even in its softened state. The spooning action had given him direct access to her body like an 'all you can eat' buffet as he slept and his hands held her breasts cupped within his palms.
A blush spread and bloomed over her cheeks, she could feel the heat of it scorch her face. What had she done? She'd done exactly what she'd wanted to do. Her mission operative for coming to the club tonight had been to have sex. And she'd done precisely that, she'd had stupendous, out of this world, sex. She could feel all the muscles she didn't normally use were sore and stiff. Her inner thighs felt chafed. Her nipples were raw from his attention. And she felt better than she had in an age. What a night!
With extreme caution she slowly extricated herself, praying that she didn't wake him up. As much as she had enjoyed being with him, it had been a fantasy come to life and she feared the waking reality. If he woke, it would break the spell of the night, and could end up ruining one of the best nights she had ever had.
She slid successfully from his grasp after some careful maneuvering. The hardest part was moving his beefy arms. Once freed from their embrace, she slipped off the couch onto the floor. Then she tiptoed around collecting her bra and purse, avoiding the bag of peas still melting on the floor as she clutched her heels. She would wait until she was out of his loft before slipping them on her feet. She didn't want to risk them clicking against the wood floors and waking him.
Dang it!
She couldn't locate her panties anywhere. She eyed the couch, wondering if they were hiding under his fabulous, rock-hard body. Even in sleep he had the body of a demi-god turned gladiator. She just needed to be covered enough for a cab ride home. If she went and searched the couch, she would surely wake him and break the night's spell. Worried that he could awaken at any moment, she decided to go commando. Really, other than during the walk out to the cab, no one would see her anyway. She stretched the material of her dress over her rear and naughty bits as much as she could. It would have to do until she arrived home.
In a weak moment, she spied his black shirt in a puddle on the floor and stuffed it inside her purse as a memento for the night. One that would go in the annals of her record books as the best sex of her life.
With a single backward glance at his gorgeous, sleeping form, splayed out on the couch, she blew him a kiss he would never see, and left his loft. She took the same route he had used to bring her up here, exiting into the club, which was still going strong even at this late hour.
Ophelia departed Dungeon Pleasures, sliding into a waiting cab, heading back to her real life in Burbank. It wasn't until the cab lurched away from the curb that she realized she didn't even know his name.

Anya Summers

Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with a M.A. in History.
Anya is a #1 Amazon Bestselling and Award-Winning Author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name, Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the midwest with her two furry felines.
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Don’t miss these exciting titles by Anya Summers and Blushing Books!

Dungeon Fantasy Club Series
Her Highland Master, Book 1, April 15, 2016
To Master & Defend, Book 2, May 15, 2016
Two Doms for Kara, Book 3, June 12, 2016
His Driven Domme, Book 4, July 2016
Her Country Master, Book 5, August 2016
Love Me, Master Me, Book 6, September 2016
Submit To Me, Book 7, October 2016
Her Wired Dom, Book 8, November 2016