xmlns:og='http://ogp.me/ns#' Kryssie Fortune: November 2020

Sunday 29 November 2020

**New Release ** Sinful Deeds - Krymson Destroyers MC - By: Kris Anne Dean

 

A man on a mission. 

A woman scorned.

 Chainz

 Darker than the hell I came from, Raven crashes into my world shattering the ice around my soul. She’s a dangerous woman, responsible for my missing brother. As President of the Krymson Destroyers, I need to uncover the secrets she’s carrying before her demons destroy her and take down my club in the process.

Raven

 My scars are a constant reminder of the nightmare I’m running from. When my past catches up to me, I’m forced into the Krymson Destroyers compound. I try to keep Chainz at arm’s length, but my body and mind are at war. His touch breaks down my defenses in all the ways I desire. Can I trust him with my heart and the deadly secrets I hold?

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About Kris Anne Dean


Dark and Dangerous Desires

 

“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.” Marilyn Monroe -1960

  

Kris Anne Dean is an indie author and lover of all things alpha. She love’s the bad boys and the women strong enough to stand with them. She enjoys reading books, watching TV series and movies that feature the troubled, morally challenged anti-hero with a big heart when it comes to family. Throw in a hot body and beautiful eyes and she’s a fan.

 Kris Anne is a mother to three boys with an age gap between the oldest and youngest of 14 years! When she’s not working, reading or binge watching Netflix, you can find her on the sidelines cheering them on.

 Kris Anne grew up in South Florida but is raising her children in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. While she enjoys the small town life, she hates shoveling snow. She’s always on the go, always running late (blame the cow crossings and horse and buggies) and often forgets to breathe!

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Saturday 28 November 2020

Dark Chocolate and Strawberries by #twistedfairytale #hotread #hotromance #DarylDevore @daryldevore #cruiseromance #chocolate

 


Dark Chocolate and Strawberries

What's a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?


Esmerelda 'Red' Hood is summoned to her mother's executive suite only to learn her sweet granny is headed for a romantic cruise with a gigolo. Horrified, Red races off to save her grandma before it's too late.


On board, Red meets Andrew Woodsman and Willem Olf. One a cutie with the biggest puppy eyes and the other a dark, sophisticated predator. Her grandmother's warning rings in Red's ear "Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing."


Even with the warning, Red has trouble choosing which man could be the big bad wolf and which could be her happily ever after.


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Excerpt – Hot

Releasing Chopper, Red reached up to pull Will's mouth to hers. Chopper moved lower and sucked a nipple into his mouth. The slurping sounds of mouth on mouth, mouth and nipple and fingers thrusting into liquid heat were mixed with the groans and moans of the fully aroused creatures.

They were no longer humans in the true sense of the word. All three had slipped back to the deepest and most powerful of their basic instincts and at that moment it ruled their existence.

Chopper eased down and settled between Red's knees. Will's mouth withdrew from Red's. His eyes were dark, his brow furled and a low growl sounded in his throat. Resting his weight on his hands, Chopper wiggled his cock into position, ready to slip through the carnal wetness dripping from Red's pussy. He closed his eyes. A blissful smile crossed his face. Red opened her legs, offering herself to his swollen cock and the pleasures he could deliver.

Quick as a cat, Will got on his knees and shoved Chopper away from the prize. Red groaned in frustration. Chopper raised up on his knees, ready to defend what was his. Will snarled a dangerous threat. Chopper hesitated. Will moved to the empty place between Red's legs.

He did not hesitate nor did he revel in anticipated bliss. Positioning himself, Will plunged deep inside her torrid, willing snatch. Accepting all of his massive, swollen cock, Red squealed in delight as he thrust into her. He stretched and filled her. Feeling a fullness she’d never experienced, she arched her hips and urged him deeper.

Mixed with Red's moans and Will's grunts were the sucking sounds of his cock's relentless pounding. Red ground her hips into him at the apogee of his thrust. She wanted every last bit of his shaft buried inside her, pleasuring her, driving her to limits she'd never experienced before.

“Look at me.” Will's voice sounded like a snarl.

She opened her eyes.

His gaze locked onto hers as the power and speed of his thrust increased.

“Fuck me, Will! You feel so good. So strong. I need you. Deeper! Ah!” She wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed him against her. “Harder, Will.” His force increased as she urged him on. Her body screamed for release, but she resisted. His pleasuring was a drug and she'd become an addict.

Nevertheless, her orgasm would not be denied. It erupted with the power of a volcano and flowed over her with the force of a tsunami. Screams of ecstasy were released as her body convulsed around his throbbing penis. He arched, tensed and hissed as she felt him explode inside her. Aftershocks of joy rippled through her body as she relaxed.

Will pressed his lips to hers as he withdrew and snuggled next to her.

She turned her head to the left, brushed her hair out of her face, looked at a dejected Chopper and reached out to him. But instead of him joining them in bed, he morphed into her grandmother, who said, “Nr st a f n sp hing.”

“What? I don't understand.”

Will put his lips next to her ear and whispered, “She said, never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing.”


Thursday 26 November 2020

First, We Kill all the Lawyers by Seelie Kay #suspence #romance #vampire #contemporary @SeelieKay

  


Someone is killing lawyers, but a particular vampire lawyer won’t stay dead.

 

 Blurb:

Someone is killing lawyers, but a particular vampire lawyer won’t stay dead.

  Donovan Trait is a marked man. Flamboyant, stunningly handsome, and notoriously insatiable, his attitude and style belie his skills in the courtroom. No one survives a cross-examination at Donovan’s hands. His knowledge of the law and trial practice has accumulated over the years… and years, of experience. More than three hundred years. You see, when Donovan isn’t seducing judges and juries, he’s a creature of the night. And now that someone has decided that it’s time to kill all lawyers, his lust for attention has set him in the murderer’s sights. The problem is, vampires don’t die. Not easily, anyway. That’s good news for Donovan, not so much for his very human lady love, also a target of the serial killer. Will several unsuccessful attempts on his life expose Donovan’s true nature? Will the killer learn the secret that will guarantee a permanent death? Or will Donovan finally manage to put an end to the killer’s murderous spree and live happily ever after, with his lady love?


       An Interview with Seelie Kay:

 Q.  Why do you write romance?

 Because I am fascinated by the games people play to find and secure a lasting relationship, which is not always love. There’s the chase, the courtship, the falling, the surrender. That’s what I try to capture in my stories.

 Q.  Do you prefer a certain type of romantic hero?

 I adore smart, dashing gentlemen who aren’t afraid to live on the edge. They can be a bad boy, a billionaire, a prince, or a secret agent. That hint of danger just hooks me! However, they have to be paired with strong, independent women who aren’t afraid to fight for what they want, even love.

 Q.  Why did you write “First, We Kill All the Lawyers?”

 I have wanted to write a vampire tale for some time, but had difficulty coming up with something consistent with current tropes. Finally, I decided it was time to break all the rules. After all, vampires have been around for centuries. Surely, they have evolved by now. And no doubt, they have many of the same societal problems that humans do. However, I also wanted the vampire to be a lawyer. The title came from my experience as a lawyer. I can’t tell you how many times someone would quote Dick the Butcher, “The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.” (Shakespeare, Henry VI, Part 2, Act IV, Scene 2.) They would laugh heartily, like they had just told a wonderful joke, but for me, it was great inspiration for a story. What if someone was killing lawyers?

 Q.   Obviously your former profession as a lawyer impacts your writing!

 My friends say I am obsessed with justice and I guess that’s true. After 30 years, the law and the legal world are so firmly embedded in my brain that I can’t flush them out. That has become the lens through which I view the world and that naturally guides my characters and plots. Injustice infuriates me, but it also leads me to great stories! Even in this book, I find a way to explore social and criminal justice issues.

 


 


Excerpt:

 Donovan’s cell phone pinged. He pulled himself into a small alleyway, away from the stampede trudging back to their workplaces after lunch, and leaned back against a building to read a text. His face screwed up in confusion. The text read, The first thing we do, let’s kill all lawyers! Starting with you!

“What the bloody hell?” he muttered. “Is this some kind of joke?” Donovan’s eyes surveyed his surroundings. He gazed right, then left. It did not appear that someone had made him the focus of their attention. Everyone was scurrying about, like mice in pursuit of a big cheese. “Must be Finley,” he said. “Finley is always plying me with lawyer jokes. He thinks he’s funny.”

Donovan shrugged. Not funny at all. He left the alleyway and re-entered the mass migration on the sidewalk. He approached the crosswalk at Michigan and Superior and emitted a snort of frustration as the light changed and the crosswalk filled with cars. He was bumped hard by someone behind him. Donovan was forced to step into the street to regain his balance. A cab rushed by and narrowly missed clipping his side. Donovan jumped back onto the sidewalk.

A woman screamed and Donovan jerked his head around, trying to see what all the fuss was about. The woman was pointing at him. Donovan frowned and turned away. God save me from simpering females who saw the last issue of City Magazine. Donovan had appeared on the cover after being named as one of Chicago’s most eligible bachelors. Since then, he had learned that the female population was comprised of women of questionable morals and distressing behavior. He was growing weary of the attention. While his colleagues thought it a wise marketing strategy, it had brought him nothing but unwanted female attention. He had become prey.

Vampires were predators. They stalked their victims. Sometimes, they pursued them with a vengeance. That was why he had joined the legal profession. His predilections were well-suited to that particular world. Now, his role had apparently shifted and he was not pleased.

Someone tapped Donovan on the shoulder. “Sir? Are you alright? You’re bleeding. It appears someone stuck a knife into your side.”

Donovan’s mouth gaped and he turned toward the man who had spoken. Then he looked at where the man pointed. There was indeed a knife sticking out of his left side and a stream of his blood was flowing onto the sidewalk. He had a very high threshold of pain. He hadn’t felt the knife thrust into his side. If it wasn’t so appalling, he would be embarrassed. Donovan opened his mouth to reply. Then the pain in his side exploded and his vision dulled. Slowly he slid onto the sidewalk as if he planned to sit on the curb.

Then everything went black.

 

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Extasy Books: https://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-3125-9-first-we-kill-all-the-lawyers/

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Kobo:  Coming

 

About Seelie Kay:

 Seelie Kay is a nom de plume for a writer, editor, and author with more than 30 years of experience in law, journalism, marketing, and public relations. When she writes about love and lust in the legal world, something kinky is bound to happen!  In possession of a wicked pen and an overly inquisitive mind, Ms. Kay is the author of 18 works of fiction, including the Kinky Briefs series, the Feisty Lawyers series, The Garage DwellerA Touchdown to Remember, The President’s WifeThe White House Wedding, and The President’s Daughter.

When not spinning her kinky tales, Ms. Kay ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. She resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.

 Ms. Kay is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS:  Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!

 

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Website: 

 https://www.seeliekay.com

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Twitter: @SeelieKay

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Amazon author page:

 https://www.amazon.com/Seelie-Kay/e/B074RDRWNZ/

 

Prior Books:

 

Kinky Briefs, http://www.extasybooks.com/kinky-briefs/

Kinky Briefs, Too, http://www.extasybooks.com/kinky-briefs-too/

Kinky Briefs, Thrice, https://www.extasybooks.com/kinky-briefs-thrice/

Kinky Briefs, Quatro, http://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-1734-5-kinky-briefs-quatro/

Kinky Briefs, Cinque, http://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2023-9-kinky-briefs-cinque/

The Garage Dweller, http://www.extasybooks.com/the-garage-dweller/

A Touchdown to Remember, http://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-1504-4-a-touchdown-to-remember/

The President’s Wife, http://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-1795-6-the-presidents-wife/

Snatching Dianna, http://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2263-9-snatching-diana/

The President’s Daughter, http://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2032-1-the-presidents-daughter

Infamy, https://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2291-2-infamy/

Seizing Hope, https://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2349-0-seizing-hope/

Cult, https://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2538-8-cult/

Hope, https://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2658-3-hope/

The White House Wedding, https://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2796-2-the-white-house-wedding/

Martimus, https://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2862-4-martimus/

 

Coming soon:

 

The Last Christmas, date of release:  December 11, 2020.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wednesday 25 November 2020

Five Fun Facts about Daryl Devore’s Love a Billionaire Collection #romance #excerpt #anthology#fivefactthursday

 



1. This is a 3-story collection with 3 hot alpha males and 3 strong and sexy women.

2. The one based on Robin Hood is my favourite.

3. My characters love to go off to exotic locales.

4. Somehow, water always appears in a story – either a thunderstorm, or a a hot romp in the Caribbean, or a scary landing in rough water.

5. Only 1 story has a pet in it. I have to start writing in more pets.

 


Blurb

If you love hot, billionaire romances, then Daryl Devoré’s collection is a must read. Three of her hottest billionaire romances bundled into one smouldering collection.

Desires 

When secrets conflict with dreams, love explodes.

After a mistake by a surgeon’s scalpel shattered Fuchsia Quinn's dance career, she picked up the pieces of her life and moved forward.

Peyton Lang, having run from an impoverished neighbourhood, lives the lifestyle of a successful billionaire.

Frustrated that his current multi-million-dollar project is stalled, Peyton drops in to LEATHER-ICIOUS for a quick drink and late night entertainment. What he saw was a beautiful redhead. What he found was he wanted her.


Two O’clock with the Billionaire 

 Sometimes, a woman has to do what a woman has to do.

Where Derek Davenport is concerned, women only had one thing in mind: trap him into a marriage.

Unemployed and nearing financial desperation, Arianne is forced to step out of her comfort zone. With minimal hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to a handsome billionaire.

Their sexual antics cause emotions neither is willing to admit. Will Arianne and Derek drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?


Two Truths and Lie  

The legend of Robin Hood and Maid Marian with a twenty-first-century twist.

As if multiple planes crashes, a car accident, and a concussion isn’t enough, carefree Byn and straight-laced billionaire, Mark clash over Byn's need for independence and Mark's struggle with guilt pushing him in the opposite direction of love. When an art forger, an art thief and a ninety-year-old woman get involved the chance for true love for Byn and Mark fades.

All is lost until a children's game is their only hope.



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Excerpt

No idea how long I slept. When I woke up Mark was gone. I padded to the bathroom and grabbed the mouthwash. With minty fresh breath, I crossed the room and opened my door. Mark placed a cup of coffee on the table, grabbed me, lifted me up to his waist then pressed me against the nearest wall.

"I may have been tired last night. But I'm awake now."

His eyes sparkled with an energetic fire. He smelled like fresh clean soap. And he was naked.

He placed his hands on the sides of my face and pressed his mouth against mine. Our tongues writhed around each other's. My crotch pressed against the tip of his swollen cock.

A crack of thunder startled me. I twisted my neck around. Through the open curtains, I could see the windows were drenched with water. "It's raining."

"It's England." He pressed tiny kisses down my neck and nipped that point where shoulder meets throat.

He tightened his grip around my waist then shifted to carry me back to the bedroom. He stopped. "Bed's too far away."

He turned and lowered my back to the dining room table. The wood was cold against my flesh. He slid his hands up my thighs and fondled my sex. "I've fought this, but all I want is you. I need you. I need us."

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Saturday 21 November 2020

A Dom is For Life by Ashe Barker - #eroticromance #ashebarker #dominance #spanking #contemporary #bdsm



Gritty, realistic, insanely sexy


Blurb 

It’s been over three years since her bitter break up with her husband, and Libby Novak is over him. Definitely. All she needs to do is sign the final papers and their divorce will be final, the whole sorry chapter finished with.

So, why doesn’t she?

A slip up in a shopping centre places her on the wrong side of the law, and Libby is horrified when the head of security turns out to be her soon-to-be ex-husband, Josh. She manages to convince him of her innocence though, and he’s prepared to let her go.

So why doesn’t she just head for the exit? Why, instead, does she beg him to spank her, like he used to do, when they were together, and he was her Dom as well as her husband? 

Josh was always a stern Master, and he has a score to settle with the wife and submissive who betrayed him. Will one spanking be enough? 

As the heat of their marriage sizzles again, who will get burned this time?

Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. 

The first two chapters of this book were originally published as a short story, In The Eyes of the Law in the Totally Bound Over The Knee anthology, In this edition, the book has been substantially expanded to a full-length novel, re-edited and with new cover art and title


He may still be my husband, but he isn’t my Dom. Not any more. So why am I begging him to spank me…?


Buy Link

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(and it’s FREE to read on Kindle Unlimited)


 She betrayed me. Hurt me. Will just one spanking be enough to settle the score?


Excerpt

“Lift your skirt, Libby. Above your waist. Then put your hands and feet on the floor. I want your bottom lifted up, ready for me.”
I reach for the hem of my loose-fitting skirt and raise it, gathering much of the fabric in front of me. The waft of cool air on my naked buttocks sends my pussy into yet another frenzy of clenching.

Despite my enthusiastic anticipation, I still flinch when Josh lays his palm across my right cheek, massaging the sensitive skin in large circles. He repeats the action on the other side.

Memories rush back. Warm, sensuous memories as I recall his unhurried preparations, his insistence that I be thoroughly readied, especially for an intense scene. I wriggle against his thigh, loving the solicitous attention. No one ever made me feel as vulnerable, or as safe as Josh.

“I guess you’re liking this, Libby.”

“Mmm, yes, Sir. I am.”

“And this?” He drops the first few light, teasing slaps onto my upturned bottom.

“Yes, Sir, that, too.” I writhe on his lap, turning my bottom to try to catch maximum impact with each stroke.

“Libby, you know better than that. Keep still.” He ceases the delightful slapping, waiting until I resume my original position.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I just…”

“Hush. It’s okay. Do you still use the same safe word?”

“Yes, Sir. Murgatroyd. But I won’t be needing it.” My mother’s maiden name hasn’t been pressed into service for a while now. During my ill-fated scenes with other partners during our separation, I’ve stuck to the more traditional traffic-lights system.

“Probably not, but just checking. Apart from the last couple of times that you just told me about, how long is it since you were last spanked? Really spanked, I mean, into sub-space?”

“Not since you and I… Oh!” I let out a sharp cry when he ramps up the intensity.

“Okay, and has it been just spanking or have you tried anything else?”

“If you mean have I fucked anyone else, the answer is no. I’m not— I mean, I like kink, but…”

“Okay, I get that, too. I was thinking about any other types of play. You liked to be tied up, I recall.”

“N-no. Nothing else, Sir.”

“I see. This still all right?” 

He’s dropping quite hard slaps on my bottom now, raining them all over the tender flesh. I’m managing not to clench because I know that just increases the pain, but it isn’t easy.

“Yes, Sir. It’s fine. Thank you.”

“I missed you, Libby.” He delivers this line without breaking his rhythm.

“I-I missed it, too.”

“It? I said I missed you, girl. Not this. Well, not only this.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You should be. You should never have left me.”

“I had to. You knew why I had to.”

“I know what you told me, but you were wrong. You were impatient. You should have given me more time.” The pressure of the slaps has risen again, the spanking is really hurting now, and it’s linked to this conversation somehow. He isn’t striking me in anger. He never did and never would. But there is a connection.

I feel compelled to at least attempt an explanation, though my wits are scrambling fast, and I’m not sure how coherent it will be.

“I couldn’t stand it. I begged you to leave the army, but you refused. In the end, I had no choice.”

“I would have put you first. You knew that. I always did.”

“I didn’t know. How could I? Oh, oh, Sir…” 

The spanking pauses for a few moments. Josh leans down to pick up his belt from the floor beside him. I suck in a breath and hold it.

“I always did,” he repeats. “I asked you to wait. You should have trusted me.”

“I… Aagh!” There’s a whoosh as the belt slices through the air, then a loud crack when it lands across my bottom, wrapping itself around both buttocks. “Oh God, oh Jesus that hurts.”

Josh ignores my comment and my scream, readying himself to swing the belt again. Another rush of air, louder this time, and the belt again connects with my searing flesh.

“Oh, oh. Christ.” I screw up my eyes. Tears are already prickling behind my eyelids. Surely I used to be much more resilient than this. I’ve become soft, out of practice.

“Why couldn’t you trust me, Libby? Did I ever let you down?”

The belt lands again, leaving a third river of agony across my bottom. My arse is scorching, yet still I lift it to him, offer myself up for more punishment. I know—I’m sure we both know—this isn’t about a bottle of perfume, nor is it about a lapse of memory, a moment of carelessness. This is about trust, broken promises, disappointment, and long-suppressed anger. 


A Dom is for Life … not just for Christmas.


About Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.


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