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Thursday, 14 February 2019

Taken by Felicity Brandon, The Dark Necessities - Book one #darkromance #kidnapthriller #alphamale












One obsessed fan. One captive author.

She begged so beautifully that there was really no need to make her practice the art, and yet somehow, he knew that he would.


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Connor Reilly was either the hottest guy she’d ever met, or he was the scariest. Worst still was the possibility that he might just be both.

Blurb:
One obsessed fan. One captive author.

Lost on the streets of a foreign city, Molly Clary is attacked after a book signing. An unknown hero steps in to protect her, but her relief turns to terror when her savior’s true intentions are revealed. 

Connor Reilly doesn’t just want to save her. He wants to take her for himself.

Now Molly’s fighting, not just for her life, but for the essence of who she truly is. If she’s going to survive in Connor’s dark new world, she’ll have to learn to play his base games. But if Molly plays, what will it cost her? Can a monster ever really learn to love, or will his need to dominate destroy them both?
If you enjoyed the debauched desire of the Twist Me series, then you’ll devour Felicity Brandon’s edgy new trilogy.

Buy Taken to begin this hauntingly addictive set.
Taken is an edgy, fast-paced, dark romance and is the first book in The Dark Necessities trilogy. Molly and Connor’s story continues in Tamed, and concludes in Entwined.


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She was so beautiful, so fucking beautiful, and he wanted to possess her. He simply had to.

Excerpt

His new pet had the most stunning behind. It was pert, round and perfectly formed, without a doubt designed for his large palms to correct. That right palm rose from her flesh, before coming crashing back down against her. He relished the impact, watching as the strike reverberated over her flawless cheeks. There was no noise from her, not even a gasp, and the lack of response spurred him on.
Delivering the second spank, he intentionally aimed for the same spot, this time observing her face as best he could as the impact vibrated around her body. Molly squeezed her eyes shut, but still there was no gasp, no yelp, nothing to suggest pain.
Steeling himself, Connor delivered a further five swats in fast succession, and all the time he watched her even expression. His pet was stoic and strong, and a bizarre sense of pride filled him, but still, this was a punishment, and he wouldn’t be happy until she was overwhelmed with the sting of his palm.

“Why are you being spanked, pet?” he growled, peppering her cheeks with hard smacks as he spoke.

She opened her eyes, his voice apparently bringing her back to the here and now. “I didn’t finish my hot chocolate, Sir,” she replied, breathlessly.

Connor nodded at her admission, but his palm did not relent. Instead, it continued to spank her, lowering its intensity toward the sensitive flesh at the top of her thighs. As his hand connected to this new target, a small whimper left her delicate lips. His cock throbbed furiously at the sound, his gaze assessing her face as he shifted to the next thigh.

“More specifically,” he demanded, “tell me where your hot chocolate was when you failed to finish it as requested.”

Molly gasped, her eyes flying back to meet his as his palm spanked her again, alternating between her pale thighs. Connor gazed at her coolly. Now he was really enjoying himself. Not only was he getting to discipline his gorgeous little pet, but even better, he had found a weak spot. Having her thighs spanked obviously hurt, and as his gaze flitted back to her upturned bottom, he could see the flesh there beginning to color wonderfully.

“I didn’t finish the chocolate in my bowl, Sir” she answered him, her face flushing as she forced the words out.

Connor’s palm stilled, pressing into the heat of her punished bottom. She’d said the words out loud, just as he’d wanted. “That’s right,” he told her, ensuring his gaze drilled into the exposed area of her pretty face. “You’re going to have to get used to lapping from that bowl, pet, because that’s the only way you’ll be drinking from now on. Got it?”

As he spoke his hand rose a few inches and swatted her upturned cheeks hard.

“Yes, Sir,” Molly gasped, eyeing him wildly.
“Good,” he replied, landing another three strikes against her now pink cheeks. “Bad pets who disobey me are punished, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered again.

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The Dark Necessities trilogy continues in the twisted pages of Tamed, released in December, 2018, and concludes in the heart-stopping finale, Entwined (due January 2019).
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“Molly…” His tone had taken on a rather taunting quality, and he smiled as she jumped, understanding the meaning reflexively. “Don’t keep me waiting, little girl,” he told her. “Waiting makes me angry, and you won’t like me when I’m angry.”
Author Bio and social links:
Felicity Brandon is a top 100 Amazon bestselling author.
She loves the darker side of romance, and writes sexy, suspenseful stories, with strong themes of bondage and submission.
You’ll find her either at her laptop, at the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music.
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Molly now existed in some bizarre dream-like state, caught between the reality of her most explicit fantasies, and her very worst nightmares.

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An Earl of HerOwn (Saints and Sinners series book 3) By Heathe Boyed #historical #romance


An Earl Of Her Own
Saints and Sinners series (Book 3)
By Heather Boyd

Heather is giving away a print edition of The Duke and I and A Gentleman’s Vow during the tour. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember there is a chance to enter everyday so be sure to follow the Blog Tour. You may find the tour schedule and locations here https://goo.gl/qw8v5J

About An Earl Of Her Own:

Marriage is about finding that special someone you want to annoy for the rest of your life!

 Rebecca Warner’s devotion to her family is the perfect distraction from the loneliness of widowhood. Not that she’d ever admit a need for someone special in her life after her husband’s betrayal. With the responsibility of arranging her sister’s wedding falling into her lap, Rebecca has no time for a certain maddening earl bent on seducing her—until he proves her most ardent ally.

 For Adam Croft, Earl of Rafferty, what began as an amusing pursuit—shocking Rebecca Warner—becomes something deeper when he recognizes how perfect a wife and mother she would make. Adam’s keenly aware of his loneliness…and that his habit to curb it with drink lost him Becca’s respect. He’ll happily change his ways to win her approval, but what more can he do to win her love?

 Release Date: FEBRUARY 12, 2019
Length: approx. 300 pages
Heat: steamy regency romance
Digital ISBN: 978-1-925239-51-5
Print ISBN: 978-1-925239-52-2
ASIN: B07KGLD7RB
AppleBooks ID: 1437218392

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~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~
Excerpt:

 “You are hurt, worse than you want to say,” Rebecca Warner whispered.
Her soft green eyes were filled with real concern, something Adam had never expected to see on her face. “Well, that is disappointing.”
“Disappointing?” Rebecca immediately began searching through his hair for the wound, and he chose to imagine it a sensual caress until she spoke again. “You have a gash to your head that has bled. Dear God, you could have died.”
“Always looking on the bright side,” he murmured, and then noticed how close the lady was to his body. He inhaled slowly, delighted in this unexpectedly rare treat. Mrs. Warner had never been the friendliest sort. “You smell nice.”
“Really, Rafferty,” she chided. She suddenly slipped her hand inside his coat, rummaged in his pockets and began to dab at his head with the handkerchief she found there. “This is hardly the time to worry about my perfume.”
“As you say, I could have been killed. Seems like an appropriate time for noticing the little things in life that please me.” He felt pain and hissed. Eager for a distraction, he dropped his gaze to her shoulder—now bare of the shawl, which had fallen away unnoticed by the lady. The respectable garment Rebecca had worn to church, so stylish and modest, was less so now thanks to the accident. The struggle out of the carriage seemed to have ripped the seam apart, and her pale skin looked very soft and inviting. He curled his fingers into the skirt of her gown and held it. “Lovely.”
She drew back to peer into his eyes again, and then she glanced down at his fist. “What are you doing?”
What was he doing? Adam had no idea, but he wasn’t of a mind to stop.

Saints and Sinners series:

 Book 1: The Duke and I (Nicolas and Gillian) - https://amzn.to/2Thss0C
Book 2: A Gentleman’s Vow (Gideon and Jessica) - https://amzn.to/2Tc3kso
Book 3: An Earl of Her Own (Adam and Rebecca) - https://amzn.to/2G2HCmT

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About the Author:

Determined to escape the Aussie sun on a scorching camping holiday, Heather picked up a pen and notebook from a corner store and started writing her very first novel—Chills. Eight years later, she is the author of over thirty romances and publisher of several anthologies too. Addicted to all things tech (never again will Heather write a novel longhand) and fascinated by English society of the early 1800’s, Heather spends her days getting her characters in and out of trouble and into bed together (if they make it that far). She lives on the edge of beautiful Lake Macquarie, Australia with her trio of mischievous rogues (husband and two sons) along with one rescued cat whose only interest in her career is that it provides him with food on demand. You can find details of Heather's work at www.heather-boyd.com

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Tuesday, 12 February 2019

Setting Traps - an Excerpt Desire Deceit and the Doctor. #MFRWHooks #smalltown #secondchance #secretbaby #Valentine #romance




This post is part of the Marketing For Romance Writers weekly blog hop where authors share snippets from their books.     
                                          
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Contains the best Valentine's surprise ever

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https://www.amazon.ca/Desire-Deceit-Doctor-Heroes-Westhorpe-ebook/dp/B07F2QVMNG
Excerpt from Desire, Deceit and the Doctor


Adam patted his hips as if still in army uniform. Damn it, no holster. No pistol. No weapons of any sort. He draped his arm around Ben’s shoulder. “Mandy, phone Sean. Good job, Captain. Hopefully, it’s a coincidence, but let’s see if we can find anything to defend ourselves with in the loft.”

She picked up the cell phone from the bedside table. “Adam, I’ve got a ten-year-old boy. Do you know how many times I’ve watched Home Alone?”

Ben grinned. “Cool. Are we going to build traps?”

Enjoying his son’s enthusiasm and his woman’s quick wits, Adam raised an eyebrow. “Are we?”

Mandy nodded as she picked up the cell phone. “Sean, it’s Mandy. Sorry we ruined your trip, but we might be in trouble up at the hall. There’s a black SUV casing the joint. No, it’s not Adam’s, but it could be the one that tried to run Ben over. No, we don’t have any weapons. Right, but be quick.”

Ben hopped from foot to foot in excitement. “Mom, we could use the big chest and Adam’s old climbing gear, the way they did in the film.”

She dashed into Ben’s room and studied the trunk. “He’s right; it’s perfect.”

While Mandy and Ben uncoiled the rope, Adam pushed a solid bedside cabinet out onto the minstrel gallery of a landing. Mandy helped him lift the chest on top of it. Adam threaded the rope through both handles, estimated the length he needed, and tied it off. The other ends he fastened through the wooden banisters. Fingers crossed, he hoped their makeshift battering ram worked.

When he stared into to parquet-floored entrance hall, he realized one of the diamond chandeliers was missing. There were marks on the wood paneling where some of his favorite paintings had hung. As a child, the hand-drawn pictures of Mickie and Minnie Mouse had delighted him. They’d been a gift from Walt Disney to his wicked ancestress as thanks for her support and investment. Last night, he’d never noticed. Of course, the darkness when they’d crept through the hall had been Stygian.

The hall’s main door swung open, and Sophie barreled inside. Adam grabbed Mandy’s hand and gathered Ben into his arms. He shot into Ben’s bedroom.

Unaware of their presence, Sophie called to her accomplice. “If you don’t like my methods, you should have shoved the brat harder. Not only is slitting throats messy, but a gas explosion is much more dramatic.”

In two sentences, Sophie confirmed she and her accomplice wanted Mandy and Ben dead. Even though Adam barely knew Jared Armstrong, he felt for the guy. Jared had brought Sophie to Westhorpe Ridge, and she not only betrayed him but tried to kill Mandy and Ben.
Determined to protect his family, Adam pointed at the turret stairs. “Up. Now.”

Ben shook his head, almost dancing with glee. “I’m gonna stay and watch.”

Mandy kept her voice low. “I don’t fancy getting trapped up there if Sophie sets fire to the place.”

Eyes narrowed, Adam gave her an angry glare. He pointed at the chest balanced above the stairs. “One makeshift weapon doesn’t a movie make. Think how many other traps the kid in Home Alone set.”

Can you guess what surprise Adam is planning for Valentine's day?
After lunch, as the men cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, Adam pulled them aside. “Twelve years ago, I messed up Mandy’s big prom night. Nothing can ever make for the things she’s been through, but I have some plans for the Valentine’s Ball. I’ll need your help, but if we work together, I’m sure we can pull it off.”


Blurb

Valentine’s Day sucks when the only man you ever loved deserted you at your high school prom. 

Twelve years ago, Mandy found herself pregnant with Adam Montgomery’s baby. She never told him about the baby. To protect her family from threats of bankruptcy, she moved away. Now she and her son are back.

Adam’s never forgiven Mandy for breaking his teenage heart, but the first night home, he seduces her. He’s willing to marry anyone but her.
As Valentine’s Day looms, someone tries to kill Mandy. Is Adam trying to get rid of her? Or can Mandy trust him to protect them? And can some Valentine’s magic rekindle their love?

A stand-alone romance and Book Three of The Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Trilogy 




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Monday, 11 February 2019

Lyrical Embrace by Amber Daulton #romance #romanticsuspense @AmberDaulton1


Lyrical Embrace



Blurb

Out-of-work violinist Erica Timberly decides enough is enough. She leaves her abusive boyfriend and flees the big city, but then her car breaks down in the middle of the night. Though wary of men, she accepts help from Dylan Haynes, a stranger driving by on the road, and soon recognizes him as the sexy former drummer of her favorite indie rock band. Maybe, just maybe, her run of bad luck is finally turning around.
Music teacher Dylan Haynes knows Erica is in trouble, and her black eye is only the first clue. The stubborn yet vulnerable woman needs a friend, but he’s determined to give her everything she deserves.
Will Erica listen to the music in her heart and trust Dylan, or will her past always threaten her future?






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Excerpt

Erica leaned up and combed her fingers through her hair. “I’ve never made love outside before. It’s a surreal experience.”
“We can do it wherever you want. In an elevator, in an alley, in my car. I’m game anywhere and everywhere for as long as you want me.”
“I want you so much it hurts.”
Dylan thumbed her knuckles and hoped she meant that. “I don’t know how you feel about labels, but I haven’t had a girlfriend in years. I’ve just had flings, but I want more than that with you. I want us to be with each other and no one else. I want a relationship with you.”
Tears welled in her eyes. “I feel divided in two. A part of me thinks we’re moving too fast, but another part says to jump in with both feet. I want something real with you too. I don’t want to feel dirty after we fool around. Just make me happy. Will you do that, Dylan?”
Her soft, pain-filled words struck Dylan like a dagger in his gut, and he bit the insides of his cheeks to steady his features.
Her ex-boyfriend had probably called her names and degraded her after they would find release in each other’s body, and the bastard likely never cared if she reached climax at all.
“I understand, Erica. I promise to treat you with nothing but respect, and I will do my very best to make you happy. I swear you will always scream your head off in pleasure every time I touch you. I’m not the sort of man to get my jollies off and leave my girl hanging.”
Her lips twitched up in a grin. “That’s good to hear.”
“So are you my girl?”
“Yeah, I’m your girl.” Erica giggled and tapped her fingers on his chest. “How could I not be? You make a very compelling argument, but I will have to hold you to it. I’m definitely looking forward to screaming every time you touch me.”
“Let’s rest, and then we’ll play again. The night’s early, and I’ve only just begun.”







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About the Author

Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press and Books to Go Now, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats.
Amber lives in North Carolina with her husband and four demanding cats. Feel free to visit her at http://www.amberdaultonauthor.blogspot.com.

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Wednesday, 6 February 2019

Bridling Lucy by Sierra Brave #romance #parnormal #spanking #shifter #excerpt





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A Spirited Girl. A Reluctant Dom. Fated Mates.
BLURB
Stubborn, prideful and self-disciplined, Chance Locklear believes
his way is always right, and he doesn’t like hiccups is in his strict
routine so when the matriarch of his equine-shifter clan saddles
him with a spoiled, twenty-one-year-old brat from out-of-town,
he’s none too pleased.
While growing up as a member of a rogue-shifter clan, Lucy Tate
didn't have the luxury of an easy or predictable life, but she's
learned to live with her parent’s self-centered behavior causing
problems for her or leaving her in the lurch. When her step-father’s
latest hijinks force her to abandon her job as a blackjack dealer and
skip town, she resents having to live with a stranger and work as a
maid while hiding out. To make matters worse, she’s been placed
in the care of an arrogant but sexy game warden/werehorse who
demands her respect.
The first time Chance pulled her over his lap for a spanking, she was
shocked and angry, but her body reacted to his touch in a completely
different way. Just as the two begin to give into their shared attraction
and admit they are fated mates, outside forces show up to pull them
apart. Will destiny, love, and amazing sex be enough to save their
relationship?
Warning: Bridling Lucy is a smoking hot, stand-alone romance with
graphic sexual language. If you are offended by corporal
punishment/adult discipline or sizzling, put-you-in-the-moment love
scenes, you might want to look for another book.
(BBW +Sexy Shifter)


EXCERPT
Lucy sat with her arms folded across her chest and her bottom lip
poking out as she stared out the passenger-side window. Despite
her sour mood, Horse Mountain’s rustic scenery enchanted
her—beautiful cabins, both big and small, grassy pastures, and lush
evergreens abounded for as far as the eye could see. This would be a
nice place for a vacation if I wasn’t practically being kidnapped.
She shook her head as she tried to fathom how she’d been uprooted
from her comfortable life by no fault of her own. Mama might as well
be carting me off to prison. She licked her bottom lip as she pressed
her forehead against the cool glass.
“Oh, come on now. It’s not as bad as all that?” Dory Crane continued
driving.
“As all what?” She kept her attention on the greenery. If she saw her
mother’s face, her anger might transform into sadness and she didn’t
want to cry.
Her mom huffed. “You with the silent treatment up here and the
refusal to so much as meet my gaze.”
Lucy’s nostrils flared. “You’re lucky I’m too old for an Amber Alert.
How am I supposed to react when you’re sending me off to the middle
of nowhere to stay with some strange old woman I’ve never even met?”
“She’s a family friend. Her daughter and I attended finishing school
together.”
Lucy snorted. “I still can’t believe you went.”
“In my day, all of the girls of our clan were expected to go. It was a
very big deal amongst the equine shifters.”
“And look how much it taught you. Did you even graduate?” She
practically spat her words.
“Your mama knows how to behave like a lady when she needs to.”
“So this woman isn’t even kin?”
“No, but she is an equine shifter. One of her sons was good friends
with your birth father.”
She gasped, finally turning to look at her mom. Her mother’s husband
had raised her, and most of the time, Lucy claimed him as her daddy,
but she longed to know more about her biological father. Trouble
was her mama was always tight-lipped when it came to the subject.
“My dad? Does he live around here? Can I meet him?”
Dory shrugged. “Can we not talk about him? Nothing you learn will
make you happy.”
She locked her index fingers together while pulling her hands close
to her chest.  “I wonder if he looked for me.”
“He might have if he’d known about you, but I was only three months
along and not showing yet. Telling him would have just complicated
our separation and eventual divorce.”
Lucy’s jaw dropped and she fought not to shed the tears welling up in
her eyes. She pursed her lips and stared straight ahead, taking a deep
breath. “I don’t know how you could do such a horrible thing.”
Dory frowned, knitting her eyebrows. “So self-righteous! One of
these days you’ll realize when it comes to our kind, the head can’t
always control the heart. Getting involved before finding your one
true mate is dangerous.”
Lucy opened her mouth as if she were gagging and made a retching
sound while pointing her finger toward the back of her throat. “Please
stop talking.”
“Excuse me? At least I’m not pushing you into an arranged marriage
the way my father did to me.”
“Sorry, but I don’t want to hear your selfish reasons for running off
with a gambling-addicted coyote shifter.”
“Hush your flapping lips. You know Craw didn’t start playing the slots
until after we left Mississippi.”
Lucy huffed. “You mean after we got run out of Biloxi because of
your low-rent fortune teller con jobs?” Her mom shot her a nasty look
but didn’t deny the accusation. Lucy held her left wrist with her right
hand while shaking her head. “Either way, I’m being forced to pay
for someone else’s mistake. To think your husband used to actually
be a pretty good dad. Now, not so much.”
Her mama’s head jerked to the side as she threw a furious look
Lucy’s way, complete with narrowed eyes. “Stop testing my patience,
Lucy Abigail Tate.”
I hit a nerve. Lucy tried not to smirk. Her mama couldn’t tolerate any
bad-mouthing of the love of her life, regardless of how true the words
rang. Crawford “Craw” Crane continually proved himself to be a turd
in the punch bowl, but her mama always defended him and probably
would continue to until her dying breath. “Why’d you give me his
name instead of Craw’s?”
Her mother pressed her lips together. “Legally, I was still married to
him when you were born so Tate was my last name, but can we
please drop the subject? Your daddy, Craw, the man who looked
after you like his own blood from the minute you were born—He
loves you. He thinks he’s doing right by you.” She shook her finger
at Lucy. “I just don’t agree. A girl needs to wait for the one.”
“The one,” Lucy mimicked while rolling her eyes. “I still think this
is crazy. It’s not like I couldn’t just flat out refuse Grayson.”
“Hmm, I wonder if you’d be able to stand strong if the patriarch got
involved. Would you tell him no?” Without waiting for Lucy to
answer, Dory reached toward her. She flinched but relaxed as her
mother fingered a strand of her hair. “I like the color.”
She gritted her teeth, fresh anger filling her gut as she recalled her
mom forcing a bleach job on her in a crappy hotel room about
midway through the trip. “I miss my red.” She jerked her head away
from her mother’s touch.
“If Craw or any of the Vegas-clan tries to find you, they’ll be looking
for a ginger, not a towhead.”
Vegas-clan…Lucy let the words scratch at her brain. When she was
younger, she hadn’t realized a bunch of different types of weres
joining a clan under a “Boss” patriarch was weird. Now she
understood most clans were matriarchal, and Mr. Black’s operation
was similar to organized crime groups with their Godfathers.
Her mom pulled up in the driveway of a lovely one-story cabin
surrounded by tall trees before turning off the engine. “Now you
mind Ms. Banks. Do whatever chores you’re assigned.”
“I’m not afraid of hard work though I guess my real job will be
filled by the time I return home…that is if I don’t die out here in
Hickville, USA.”
“You shouldn’t say such things, sweetie. Mama’s going to get
everything fixed up.” Her mother patted her arm, but Lucy yanked
away from her. “I’ll get your daddy straight and find another way to
settle his debt, but you better not go talking any trash about him.”
All the tenderness of her touch seemed to have faded as she wagged
her finger again. “I can’t have any of my old clan, particularly my
kin or some of the nosey strumpets I graduated high school with,
getting any word of Craw’s misstep. Stick to the story. You hear
me?”
Lucy’s blood boiled. “So it’s alright for a bunch of people you
haven’t said a single word to in years to think your daughter’s some
kind of out-of-control hoodlum as long as they don’t find out the truth
about your crappy husband?”
Dory pointed her boney finger at her again, shaking it about an inch
from Lucy’s face. “I asked if you heard me, girl.”
“I got it.” The corners of Lucy’s mouth turned down and her shoulders
drooped as she huffed.
“Good.”
“With any luck, I’ll get the money from my daddy, and you’ll be
home in no time.”
Lucy’s eyes widened and she nearly snapped her neck while jerking
her head around to look at her mother’s face. “My granddaddy? Can
I meet him?”
Her mom’s eyes rounded and she smirked. “Depends on if he’ll give
me the money.”
She tightened her closed lips, squinting slightly. “So you’ll ransom
a visit from me?”
Her mom smiled. “Whatever it takes.”
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AUTHOR BIO
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Sierra Brave is a multi-published author of smoking hot romance. She writes across genres, dabbling in a little bit of everything, including ménage and BDSM.  Her love of erotic fiction started in her last year of high school when she first read the sensual classic, Fanny Hill. She felt so naughty yet liberated with her copy tucked away in her book bag and hopes her work will have the same delicious effect on her readers.

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