He wanted to hate her, but how could he? He felt protective of the naïve young woman.
When Janie is sent to live among the Sioux, she is met by a proud native, as well as his sarcastic remarks and smirky grin. She wants to hate him, but she needs him to survive on the reservation, where life is filled with hardship. Beneath the hard exterior and demeaning words of the proud man lies a warrior with a heart of gold, but he will never allow the privileged young white woman to know the truth about him, or let down his guard in her presence, no matter how much she needs or wants him. He has other intentions.
“You want me to leave, don’t you? You have done nothing but give me a hard time since I got here, with your paleface comments, your smirky grins, your blame, and your backward thinking that I can’t do anything. You are a male chauvinist pig!” Janie could see him clench and unclench his fists and she knew she had gotten to him.
He turned around, pulled her to him, and locked his legs around hers. He placed his strong hands on her face and bent her head back. “You have no idea what I am thinking.”
She stared at him, her face smooshed between his warm brown hands. He towered over her and she felt as if she were shrinking by the second. The blue eyes that stared up at him were kind with their sparkle and their naïve brilliance, and he wished he could build a protective shield around her and keep her for his own.
“What… what is it now, Janie?”
“My face is squished.”
He wrapped her long brown hair around one hand and gently kissed her parted lips. He hadn’t meant for it to happen, but it had, and he didn’t want to stop. He kissed her with passion, and in a way that was new to young Janie. He couldn’t get enough of the woman whose skin was as white as snow. When he felt the slender arms on his back, he held her closer. When he finally found the strength to pry his lips from hers, he held her to his chest and kissed her neck.
Janie turned her head to breathe, and thought about how she had watched him sleeping earlier that day when she stopped at the door to his room. He had worn absolutely nothing, with no blanket covering any part of him. He was perfect… all of him. His chest was broad, his stomach like a washboard, his legs as thick as tree trunks, and what lay between them was meant to be hers and no one else’s. She had tiptoed quietly by, wishing she were not a virgin.
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Loving (The Masked Emotions Series: Book 5)
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LOVING is Book 5, and the EXCITING CONCLUSION,
of the MASKED EMOTIONS series.
Enzio is determined to find Joslin’s killer and bring him to justice, but Enzio’s title as Grand Master of the Master’s Society is on the line, and the Coronation is coming up. Doms from all over the world will be vying for the title, doing their best to take down the young masked Dom.
While Enzio is away, Lana begins to doubt that she can be a part of his lifestyle. This is who he is, but what about her? Is it a game to her, a hobby, or is it a part of her, too?
The second the bartender placed the shot glass filled with rum in front of him, Enzio just stared at it, thinking about everything that had happened in the past month and a half. “Are you going to drink it this time, buddy?” the bartender asked sarcastically, but Enzio ignored him. He stared at the glass and continued to think about Joslin’s death, blaming himself for being too slow, for not convincing her to stay at the loft, for not… keeping his promise that he would protect her. He placed his hand on the glass and stared at it. Since Joslin’s death, he had been engulfed in rage. He hated who he had become. Lana, on the other hand, had been perfect. She had been spending almost all of her free time with Sarah, feeding her, singing to her, and yet he hadn’t been able to be in the same room as his little girl for longer than a minute before he had a flashback of that fateful night. He knew he should be a father to his newborn, but he couldn’t see beyond his constant anger.
He placed the glass back down and stared at it, trying his best to ease himself from the constant building stress. “Hey, you.” He looked over as Rachel sat down beside him. She took the glass and drank it in a second. “Barkeep, another one please,” she yelled, before looking back at Enzio. “It’s been a month since she died and you haven’t once held your daughter,” she complained, “You haven’t once spent any real time with Lana, and sex doesn’t count, and you’re constantly angry.” She raised the glass and drank it. “The Coronation is in a month and you are not ready. You are competing to get your seat back and you are the Master of Ceremonies. You need to get your head in order.”
“I CAN’T!” he shouted, causing the people in the bar to look at him.
Rachel rested her head on his shoulders. “Enzio, no one can change what happened last month. You’ve been angry and it’s understandable. But you have to think about Lana and your daughter. Right now Lana is in the loft, and how do you think she feels? You don’t talk to her and when you do, you yell at her.” She placed her hand over his. “Enzio, you’ve got her, but at this rate, you will lose her.”
Darla stood in front of the mirror, hating the way she looked. Since being Marcus’s Sub, she had lost ten pounds, but she wished it was more. Yet he didn’t seem to mind. He kept telling her how beautiful, desirable, and sexy she was. But she felt disgusting, too disgusting to be with him. Marcus approached her from behind, wrapped his arms around her and deeply inhaled her hair. “You are beautiful, you know that, right?” Her bottom lip began to tremble as her eyes watered. He noticed her change in demeanor and slowly turned her around. “Hey, are you okay?”
“Mar… Marcus, do you really find me attractive?” Her voice shook, causing him to look at her strangely.
“Of course I find you attractive.”
“You’re not just saying that?” She shoved herself back and wrapped her arms around her body. “Look at me. I’m fat and I’m not that pretty, so how could you…”
Marcus took a step forward and forced her to look at him. “I am looking at you and I see a beautiful woman with an angelic face, full lips, a very bouncy ass, and plenty to hold on to.” He kissed her before slowly backing her toward the bed. “Let me remind you how desirable you really are.” He pushed her onto the bed and spread her legs apart.
“Darla, can I?”
She looked directly into his eyes. “Yes Marcus, please.”
He stood up and slowly removed his pants. It was the first time she had ever seen him before. She had felt him on several occasions, and what she knew was that he was thick. When she saw the real thing, she froze at the sight and actually thought about telling him to put it back in his pants.
“I love you, Darla,” he gasped as he entered her slowly.
“Mistress Lana, I am proof that you can have it all in this lifestyle. However, it’s not for everyone.”
Lana had no response.
“The Master’s Society has a dark past, but we believe that Enzio is the man who can bring our Society to the next generation. Unlike the other young Masters, he has retained the belief and the knowledge of his peers, and perhaps his bloodline will guide our Society forward.”
Lana did not reply.
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Dr. Michael Talbot lived alone in his peaceful island paradise until a young woman mysteriously arrived needing his help. After their chance encounter, he never expected to see her again, but she returns to the island when he least expects it, and changes his life forever.
It was early July and an unusually cool day on the island when they first met. The sun was bright in the sky, a gentle breeze wafting in off the ocean surface, and Michael was on the deck of his beautiful home with his easel in front of him, palette in one hand and brush in the other. He had taken a few days off, something he rarely did, before the height of tourist season arrived. A half finished seascape complete with a white sailboat far in the distance graced the easel when suddenly his concentration was disturbed by a voice from the road that formed a curve in front of his house.
“Excuse me, sir. Do you know the name and number of a local towing company or someone who can help me?” hollered a sweet and youthful sounding voice. “I was run off the road by some idiot in a truck that’s two big to be on the island anyway. My VW bug is stuck in a sand dune about a mile from here. He didn’t stop to help and I think he was drunk.”
Michael looked at the beautiful blonde goddess and quickly ascertained by her attire that she was a tourist probably headed to one of the beaches south of the city for a day.
“Sure. Come on up.”
“Thanks.” The woman became more beautiful to Michael the closer she came to him as she ran up the eighteen steps leading from the sandy ground level to the deck. “I’m Julianna.” She placed her soft little hand in his for a quick shake.
“I’m Michael. Nice to meet you.”
With an artist’s eye, Mike studied her quickly – long blonde hair that fell upon her shoulders and lazily trailed down her back in loose curls, sparkling blue eyes, fine eyebrows, a nose that fit her face perfectly, nice lips that were made for kissing, and cheekbones that could carry a blush better than any he had seen.
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Cowboy, Until You
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Accustomed to the finer things that her daddy’s money can buy, Anya reluctantly agrees to a year on the family ranch, a rite of passage for heirs of the Brandywine fortune. Expecting to be met by a driver in a limousine, she sees a pickup truck covered with dried mud. The dirty vehicle reeks of manure, but one look at the sexy cowboy whose hands are on the wheel of the aromatic vehicle and Anya decides that a year away from the city may not be so bad.
When Anya first arrived at the Brandywine Ranch, it was Dylan who was assigned to show and teach her all aspects of a working ranch. He had volunteered for the job, a little too eagerly, once he had seen a photograph of the Brandywine princess. Anya was beautiful, with long flowing locks of auburn hair and bright blue eyes. But Dylan had no interest in anyone as young as Anya. He was in his mid thirties, and a twenty-two year old woman from the city was not part of his life plan. He preferred women of the region who knew how hard life on a ranch could be. He was ready to settle down, but a spoiled little rich girl was not wife material to a man like him.
Anya arrived in a frilly bright sundress and white open toed sandals, and Dylan tried not to laugh when she attempted to wipe the dirt off the seat of his truck. She finally gave up and sat down carefully, crossing her legs and holding her purse in her lap.
Dylan opened the door to his Montana home and waved Anya inside. She stepped inside and looked around for the woman with whom she was supposed to live.
“Where is Debbie?”
“Change of plans, I’m afraid. Debbie is home with her newborn baby.”
“I have to stay here alone?”
“Nah. I’ll be here.”
Anya backed away as if she had been threatened with a gun to her head.
“Honey, there are two bedrooms, and I’ll be out of here in the morning before your pretty blue eyes see the light of day.”
Anya managed a slight smile, but she stood as still as a statue as Dylan brought her bags inside and placed them in the front bedroom.
“All set. My room is way back there.” He pointed toward the back of the cabin past the kitchen.
As soon as Dylan turned his back, Anya scampered to the little room and closed the door.
The first morning on the ranch Anya was awakened at 5:00 in the morning, which was in stark contrast to her usual 10:00 in the morning. She looked at Dylan through half opened eyes. “Are you crazy?”
“Nope. I will see you outside in ten minutes.”
Anya placed her feet on the cold floor. “It’s dark outside,” she whined, but Dylan was already gone.
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Michael Cartwright has made billions in the oil industry, but he never passes on an opportunity to make more. His latest venture takes him to Appalachia… coal country… where he meets Jenny, a sweet waitress who he can’t help but fall in love with. But can a girl far removed from the glamorous life that Michael has carved out for himself adjust to life in his world… and is it fair to ask her to?
Jenny turned and started to walk away but Michael pulled her back with an arm around her waist. He slowly raised his hands and gently touched her smooth young face. He wanted to kiss her slightly parted lips, but he feared rejection from the sweet innocent woman. He knew that he had to kiss her, though, or he would regret it. He held her tightly and ran his tongue along her parted lips. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her the way that Jenny had been dying to be kissed. It was her first kiss with someone as mature and worldly as Michael. She kissed him, her mouth opening in a passionate response, and she imagined him being her first lover. Then she stopped and pulled back. What had she done? She didn’t want this beautiful stranger to think she was easy.
Michael continued to hold her as she tried to pull away. “Jenny?”
“I can’t, I’m sorry.” She started to walk away but Michael held her arm. “What are you afraid of?” A backward glance from her showed hurt in the young woman’s eyes. “I’m not fancy like you. I’m a coal miner’s daughter. I’m nothing special.”
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Baby, I’m a Beast
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Wray’s family had always been different from that of her friends. She lived with her uncle who loved to party, and a housekeeper who was nothing short of a drill sergeant. Her life was anything but conventional, but when she meets her sexy neighbor, her life becomes unbelievable even to her.
He had come to clean the pool and when he was finished, he stripped off his clothes and jumped right in. Lap after lap Wray watched as he swam from one end of the pool to the other. When he finally noticed her, the attraction was immediate and mutual. He gave her a wicked grin, his sparkling blue eyes twinkling, and kissed her as he made his way out of the pool. She groaned and giggled at each feather soft touch of his lips on her skin and ran her fingers through his short black hair. Dedicated to his sport, he wore his hair nearly to his scalp, and she wondered if perhaps years in heavily chlorinated water had caused his hair to simply give up trying. It was as sexy as hell on him, though, and Wray let her fingers ooze out over the back of his head. He was fun, but it was Wray’s neighbor that got her hot.
Mr. Ashworth appeared to be in his late forties and looked like a movie star. He was always dressed neatly in a pair of pressed trousers and a designer shirt that stretched over his muscular chest. His often unruly shock of thick auburn hair was slicked back into submission, and his piercing blue eyes were shielded from the sunlight by a pair of steel rim shades. She thought he was a normal man until the night she heard something odd. There was movement beside his big pool and something stirring in the darkness. Scrambling to the break in the hedge, she sat quietly, straining her eyes, and what she saw freaked her out.
At first she thought he was having sex with one of his beauties he would often bring home with him. She squinted for a better look, thinking that she was going to see a really hot show. It took a second or two for her to figure out that his head was at another guy’s throat, and there was nothing sexual about it. The neck was ripped open, streamers of muscle and tendon splayed out like party decorations. She didn’t remember the scream she let out because she passed out right there in the row of hedges.
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Laid Bare (The Masked Emotions Series: Book 3)
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LAID BARE is Book 3 of this Smoldering BDSM Erotic Romance Series.
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The Grand Mistress of the Master’s Society arrives to make sure Enzio can still perform as a Dom after allowing himself to become emotionally involved with a client, as well as feeding into a stalker’s obsession. Daring her to doubt him, with his voice low and coarse, Enzio instructs the Grand Mistress in a game he has chosen just for her, showing her a much darker Dom.
Revenge may be a dish best served cold, but Enzio serves it up hot…very hot after learning that Lana has been abused by her boyfriend, Jayce Harrison. Discovering that Jayce’s father is a member of The Looking Glass, Enzio plans a very special night with the man’s wife.
Enzio walked out of the main room of The Looking Glass and stopped short when he saw a man who looked like an aged version of Jayce. “Good evening, Mr. Harrison,” Enzio said, “or should I call you Jasper?”
“Enzio!” Jasper cheerfully spoke, “Are you a member of The Looking Glass as well?”
“Something like that,” Enzio said with a wide smile.
Jasper looked around nervously. “Martha is here as well, but she’s in one of the rooms.” Enzio raised an eyebrow. “It’s something she wanted.”
“That’s good to know,” Enzio said, smiling, wicked thoughts swirling in his mind.
After several minutes Martha came downstairs, grabbed her husband, and began kissing him deeply. Enzio watched as Jasper licked the insides of her mouth and around her lips, and he noticed the small thin line of semen inside her mouth. Enzio looked at Martha and smiled, and she immediately recognized him. She blushed, embarrassed that she was wearing only a garter belt and stockings, and whispered something to her husband.
Jasper spoke up, “Enzio, we were wondering if you could accompany us to our house so the wife can talk to you about a donation to my…campaign.”
When Enzio arrived, Jasper attempted to set a few ground rules.
“We need to discuss the conditions,” Jasper said.
“Very well,” Enzio casually spoke, “What are your conditions?”
“No kissing my wife,” Jasper growled.
Enzio smiled at him. “I’m going to f**k your wife, and I will f**k her hard. I will kiss her, and she will experience an orgasm that you have only fantasized about giving her.” He handed Jasper a digital camera, “You are going to watch and you are going to record it.” Enzio grabbed him by the chin. “That isn’t a request!” he spat.
Jasper’s wife removed her robe, and Enzio walked behind her. “Sit on the bed, face the camera and spread your legs,” he ordered, and she did as she was told.
Jasper watched as Enzio slowly undressed. His body was tight and buff, and when he dropped his pants, out sprang eight thick inches of what Jasper could only dream of giving his wife.
Enzio told Martha to face her husband as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, gently kissing her neck. Then he picked her up and slammed her onto the bed. Jasper liked what he was seeing as Enzio spread his wife’s legs and began to lick the insides of her thighs. Enzio then looked directly at the camera lens, and with a wink and a smile he drove into her hard.
When he finished, he took the camera from Jasper’s hands and focused it on Martha’s face. “Now kiss your wife,” he ordered, but Jasper hesitated. Enzio yelled, “Now!” Jasper did as commanded, and Enzio made sure that he got a nice close shot of the couple kissing. As they began to become more intimate, Enzio turned the camera toward himself and winked. He smiled as he left the room.
While he was walking down the corridor he looked out the window and saw Jayce’s sister, Karen, walking into the pool house. “Well, I did bring all of these lovely toys. Might as well put them to good use,” he thought as a wicked smile came onto his face.
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Longing (The Masked Emotions Series: Book 2)
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Enzio’s longing for Lana is an endless, aching need. She is his drug. But Lana wants Enzio as her loving Master, and Dom 241 as the masked brute of a man who takes her roughly and shows her no mercy as he exhausts her sexually. She craves the beast with the bullwhip, and willingly accepts complimentary tickets to The Looking Glass.
As the night’s captive at a party at The Looking Glass, Lana is blindfolded by Dom 241 and escorted to the center of a bed, where he ties her arms and legs to the four posts with a nylon rope. “I think you deserve a reward,” he says as he unbuttons his pants and moves between her legs. The muscular Dom with the sculpted body looms over her, ready to reward her as only he can.
While Lana struggles between two Doms, Enzio confronts old demons, and enemies begin to surface. A dangerous, obsessed client stalks him, and a competitor’s club threatens his multi-million dollar business.
Lana stared at his tight abs and chest before moving up to his masked face. She gazed into his strong eyes and he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a collar. “As of this moment, I am your Master,” he spoke sternly into her ear, “You will obey all of my orders and refer to me as Dom. Do you understand?”
There was a slight hesitation before she nodded. He pulled the leash and Lana stumbled toward him. “Welcome to the Gala experience,” he growled. “Why are you here, Darling?” he asked.
Lana didn’t know what to say as she watched him walk to the door in the private room and click the lock. He turned to look at her and she felt a chill through her veins. “I won’t ask you again,” he growled. She tried to say something, but nothing came out. She felt his hands on her waist and he ran his fingers over her butt. Lana was shaking, and he pulled her hair. “I asked you a question, Darling,” his voice boomed.
“I…I was curious,” she stuttered.
“I was curious about you, Master.”
“I am not you Master!” he yelled. “You are already claimed. Call me Dom.”
She hesitated briefly. “Yes, Dom.”
“Does your Master satisfy you?”
“Is your Master a good Master?”
“Oh yes, Dom, he’s wonderful.” Her words caused him to smile.
“Then I will ask you one last time, Darling, why are you here?”
She didn’t answer.
“What is it that you want from me that your Master cannot give to you, Lana?”
Still she didn’t answer.
“You have no safe word today,” he softly said, placing a blindfold over her eyes.
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Linger (The Masked Emotions Series: Book 1)
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When Lana Matthews unexpectedly wins an evening with the top Dom at an exclusive S&M club called The Looking Glass, the elusive Dom is a beast in bed and he unleashes a primal urge deep inside her, a dark side of her that she never knew existed, and leaves her craving more of him. The unconventional props such as a wooden throne, a giant steel spider web, and a giant birdcage intrigue Lana, and she is mesmerized by the man in the mask who is eager to awaken her carnal desires.
Enzio Salazar has been Lana’s best friend since they were young, and although he confessed his love for her numerous times, she reaffirmed each time that she wanted to remain friends.
Enzio and Lana now attend the same university, but Enzio seems different, and Lana cannot figure out what has changed. When she notices a partially opened package in front of Enzio’s dorm room, curiosity gets the best of her and she takes it to her room, discovering a leather garment inside. She puts it on, noticing two metal latches. When she connects them, they become immediately locked in place, making the outfit impossible to remove. Wondering why Enzio would order such a thing, she is stunned to learn that he dabbles in S&M, and she realizes how little she actually knows about him, like where he works, or who he may be, other than her beloved Enzio.
The man known only as Dom 241 was bold, confident, unapologetic, passionate, and a beast in bed. He became the kind of lover his clients wanted. He could be selfish, distant, compassionate, and even a brute.
The Looking Glass was the best kept secret in town, an upscale house of bondage where Dom 241 was king. He knew each of his clients like the back of his hand, and there was no line he would not cross. He was always in control, and his clients yearned for his demanding touch.
Lana was no exception. She wore thigh-high black stockings, a pair of black leather underwear with a zipper over the crotch, and a tight halter top that was suffocating her breasts. She could feel him placing a collar around her neck.
“That’s a good girl,” she heard his strong voice beside her ear. “How do you like your new outfit? Tell me how it feels.”
She gasped. “It’s tight… so tight…” She felt his hand gently rub the top of her head.
“Turn around and face me,” he spoke as he gently pulled on the leash.
She was hesitant and nervous. The black leather strap was tied tightly across her eyes as she tried to maneuver her long amber hair away from her ear. She felt another pull coming from the collar around her neck, but this time there was much more force.
“I said turn around!” his voice was sterner and yet somewhat familiar.
“Yes…” she softly spoke.
“Yes, what?” he growled, pulling on the leash again.
“Yes, Master,” she gasped.
“Good, very good,” he praised.
She felt exposed, and she could feel his eyes piercing through her, examining her body. She instinctively tried to cover herself.
“Drop your arms!” he scowled, and she could hear his footsteps as he casually walked around her. “My, my, my,” he said. She could feel his hand lightly touching her hair. “That teddy outfit suits you nicely, my dear.” She felt his mask lightly touching her left ear. “Money well spent.”
She felt his lips lightly touch hers and she tried hard to kiss him, but he pushed back.
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Untouched and untainted, her carnal passion has yet to be awakened, though her desire to be taken by a man grows stronger. But there are rules. Some are hers, but most are his, and it is his rules that must be obeyed. He is the master of virgin territory.
The three girls looked on as the camera zoomed in on Rick and Suzanna. Winnie had never watched anyone have sex, but she was watching it now. She stared wide-eyed at the highly erotic scene. Rick made growling sounds as if he were a jungle animal, swaying his back and looking into the camera just above Suzanna’s head. Then he spoke, “I will be back in a week, Suzanna. You knew you couldn’t have me forever.”
“Cut,” Brad finally called, forcing Winnie back to the present.
“Good expressions, Winnie, right up until the end.”
She just stared at Brad. I wasn’t acting, that was real, she wanted to scream.
“Come on, Winnie. Brad has drinks and food for us inside. We’re not in the next scene, anyway.”
Winnie put on the outfit that was brought to her by one of Brad’s assistants and followed Fawn and Zoey into the house. When they walked inside the house, there was an entire catering outfit ready to serve them.
“Am I supposed to go to the Ridge with you and the others?”
“That’s up to you, Winnie.” Winnie brought a fresh innocence to his adult films and he knew that people would pay big bucks to see that innocence on screen. “If you want to be in my films, I would love to have you. You’re a prize, Winnie.”
“I guess I should tell you that…” Winnie looked down at her feet and played with her hair.
Brad smiled. “Are you a virgin, Winnie?”
She glanced at Mr. Collins, who continued to smile at her. “Yes.”
Brad stood and put his hands on Winnie’s arms. “Trust me, Winnie. Nothing will change that under my cameras. You will be my face and body of innocence. So what’ll it be, Winnie?”