Retro Mondays {4}: Wyk's Surrender

This week I'm featuring my second 1NS book, Wyk's Surrender. This book came out last year and holds a near and dear place in my heart, as I got to revisit some of the characters for my first 1NS book, Blind Need.  While the first book was a contemporary erotic romance, Wyk's Surrender is a full on Domme in disguise tale. Hopefully you'll enjoy the snippet. :) 

Dakota 

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Blurb:

She wants to mark him and make him hers…

Mistress “V” lusts after her boss. She wants him at her mercy, begging for her touch, but he only knows her as his very capable assistant Venus. When an off-hand comment dashes her hopes, the sexy domme turns to Madame Eve at 1Night Stand for help…

He isn’t sure he can handle the dark pleasure she promises…

Living up to his father’s expectations has driven Wyk Havas to the edge. His curvaceous assistant Venus wants to push him past those limits, and he’s damn near attracted enough to try. But Venus’s preference for men to submit to her threw him for a loop. Can a date from 1Night Stand show him if he’s able to submit to a woman?

Can Wyk truly surrender to Mistress V’s pleasure or were they doomed from the start?

Excerpt:

Wyk wiped his damp palm over his slightly bristled scalp. Directions from his date passed through his brain even as he listened to the voice on the other end of the cellphone. He had to shave again, and his toiletry bag lay buried somewhere in his suitcase. The spectacular lights of the Vegas strip shone through his parted curtains. Not that he could give it the attention it merited. He was too busy trying to distract his dad. The last thing he would tell his strict Catholic father was he didn’t have time to talk because he had to get ready for a date. His dad would want to know particulars about the woman he couldn’t even begin to tell the old man.

“I know, Dad.” He tossed his unearthed toiletry bag on the bathroom counter. “Can’t you get Seb to go with you? He loves cat fishing.” Toeing his loafers off, he turned on the shower. A courier had dropped a packet with requested preparations. His date had laid out exacting conditions. She would participate as long he followed a few simple rules. He must be clean-shaven, including his head. The woman must have a thing for bald black men. Which is a good thing. The first time he’d done it, his college girlfriend had scratched at his scalp when he went down on her. The small bite of erotic pain had tripped his trigger.

His dad continued to gripe, finally asking Wyk if he was listening. He dragged his attention away from anything to do with sex to focus on placating his father.

“I know I promised to come down this weekend. I’m sorry I forgot to call, but I got busy at work and it slipped my mind. I didn’t expect Nate to call me out of the blue a couple of weeks ago and ask me to stand up with him during his wedding. Even if I caught a flight back to Chicago tonight, I wouldn’t be much use to you. Jet lag can be a real bitch. So I called to let you know I wouldn’t be able to come tomorrow, before I head back down to the reception.” Satisfied with the water temperature, he shut the shower door. “I’m not about to leave my buddy hanging.” His dad understood loyalty. After a couple more minutes of good-natured grumbling, his dad agreed to call Seb before hanging up with an order to kiss the bride. Pressing the end button, he tossed his cell on the counter.

Flicking the small buttons on his dress shirt open, he rolled his head in an effort to ease some of the tension in his neck and shoulders, which had built up since the wedding. The event had gone off without a hitch. With Venus in control of the arrangements, no one had dared to mess up her cousin’s special day. But it’d done a number on his libido to see her lush figure draped in champagne pink chiffon and her dark red hair in an elaborate up-do. Not to mention the shimmery hose that peeked out from the fluttering hem of her dress. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about how her long legs would feel draped over his shoulders as she ordered him to eat her pussy. The cool disdain in her eyes had done little to temper his ardor either. Just the sight of it had him wanting to drop to his knees and tell her to do what she willed with him.

He jerked the clasp on his tux pants open and eased the zipper down, being careful to not catch himself in the teeth. Letting the pants pool at his feet, he wrapped his hand around his dick to comfort it. He had no idea if sex would be on the agenda tonight, but a man could hope. It’d been too long since he’d been laid. He needed this, even if the match Madame Eve had set him up with was nothing more than a stand-in. He’d shave his entire body if that’s what it took.

He turned to the sink, as the bathroom filled with steam. The water needed to be hot or he’d stiffen up. Four years of playing college ball had left its mark on him. After the long flight out, the steamy shower would be a welcome relief. While he shaved his jaw, he thought about the questions Madame Eve had said the woman would ask before they proceeded. Some of them made him hard, while others made him feel raw, exposed. Could he do this? Could he lay his soul open to a woman he’d just met?

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Seductive Studs & Sirens {18}: Mine...

So once again it's time for Seductive Studs & Sirens.  While I'll be chaperoning a wonderful bunch of tweens to a band competition at Adventureland, I made sure to schedule this wonderful post and will be checking in via mobile.  So not to worry, I'll make the rounds!   With that being said here's mycontribution.  Please enjoy a sexy tidbit out of my Retro Monday novella, Xenres Sins: Ruthless.

Snippet:  

(This is shortly before Asha draws Eryk into a game of five card stud. I don't know about you, but I love verbal sparring nearly as much as physical.)

Asha wanted to toss the infuriating wolf over the table, rip the faded denim jeans from his lanky form, and slam his hard cock inside him, again and again. Until his mate wouldn’t even think about going to another. But mindful of the humans gambling less than twenty feet from them, he reined in his natural urges to dominate the cocky bastard in front of him. Drumming his fingers on the table, he debated on what to do. Truth be told, the need to challenge the wolf in front of him was nearly as great as his need to sink his aching cock into the blond man. 

“Do you honestly think there’s another in here who can give you what I can?” Since he wasn’t sure if the wolf knew exactly what Asha could give him, he baited the man.

“I don’t know, but then again, it couldn’t hurt to ask the hunky vampyre tending the bar. Or perhaps his twin, who seems to like to loiter outside the club will do. As long a dry spell as I’m having, I might choose not to be as picky as I usually am.” 

“Leave Aseem and Saeed out of this.” Asha sent a warning signal out to his two coven members. The blond shifter is off limits. He’s mine.

Through the telepathic link connecting him to the rest of his family, he felt their ready acceptance of his decree.

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BLURB:

Welcome to Xenres. Located in the heart of Dushanbe, a person can indulge in any sin imaginable, which is exactly what Eryk Solie has set out to do. As a lone Arctic wolf shifter in a foreign country, he longs for something more than mindless one night stands with men who could never completely understand him. Intuition and a tip from a local leads him to Xenres. Inside the notorious gambling hall, he finds his mate, one of the owners of the club. Too bad the man is considered to be one of the most ruthless vampyres in the district. To win a night in his mate’s arms, Eryk will have to lose at a game of chance.

Asha Talavi not only co-owns the darkest gambling haunt in town, he’s also a self-made vampyre. His ruthless nature has gotten him everything he’s ever wanted including the sexy wolf shifter who dared to accept his challenge over a hand of cards. But even after Asha claims his mate, there is treachery a foot in the form of a former lover. And when Eryk returns the following evening, he tracks down his mate to only find the man with another, claiming he doesn't remember him, or their wager and mating. Only an ancient ritual will tell if Eryk's love will be a match for Asha's ruthlessness and which shifter will in the end claim Asha.

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Retro Mondays {3}: Xenres Sins: Ruthless

This week as I was diving into edits, I stumbled across a partial from the second book in my Xenres Sins Series. Which of course got me thinking about book one.  Ruthless came out a little less than a year ago, but dang if it doesn't seem longer ago than that.  So I'm featuring it this week. Enjoy and hopefully I'll be able to get back to book two after I get some of these other projects off my plate. :) 

Dakota 

Blurb:

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Welcome to Xenres. Located in the heart of Dushanbe, a person can indulge in any sin imaginable, which is exactly what Eryk Solie has set out to do. As a lone Arctic wolf shifter in a foreign country, he longs for something more than mindless one night stands with men who could never completely understand him. Intuition and a tip from a local leads him to Xenres. Inside the notorious gambling hall, he finds his mate, one of the owners of the club. Too bad the man is considered to be one of the most ruthless vampyres in the district. To win a night in his mate’s arms, Eryk will have to lose at a game of chance.

Asha Talavi not only co-owns the darkest gambling haunt in town, he’s also a self-made vampyre. His ruthless nature has gotten him everything he’s ever wanted including the sexy wolf shifter who dared to accept his challenge over a hand of cards. But even after Asha claims his mate, there is treachery a foot in the form of a former lover. And when Eryk returns the following evening, he tracks down his mate to only find the man with another, claiming he doesn't remember him, or their wager and mating. Only an ancient ritual will tell if Eryk's love will be a match for Asha's ruthlessness and which shifter will in the end claim Asha.

Warnings: This title contains elements of BDSM, male on male practices, anal sex, and bondage

Excerpt:

“Which means you end up with either unpredictable bear shifters or pissy wolf shifters.” Kiarad shook his head. “And judging by the looks of him, that shifter is probably a polar bear.” 

Asha smiled, even as he shifted uncomfortably. “Don’t know, and really can’t tell right now, with all the human scents in here.” Pushing away from the table, he stood. “Perhaps I should go and introduce myself to him. Make him an offer he can’t refuse.” Already visions of having the blond on his knees sucking his cock stroked Asha’s lust. He hadn’t had a good cock-sucking since the artic fox shifter a couple months ago. His erection deflated a bit at the thought of the overly-possessive shifter, who hadn’t been able to able to accept the reality that while Asha had enjoyed the hell out of fucking his tight little ass, he wasn’t about to mate him. 

“Sit down.” Kiarad grabbed his arm. “You’re one of the owners, for fuck’s sake. Let the man come to you.” 

Sinking back into the chair, he finally glanced at Kiarad’s face. “You think?” 

Kiarad rolled his eyes. “Of course I think. He’s at the bar talking to Saeed. And if I know anything about our buddy, he’ll take one look at the man and send him up here.” 

As if the words were a trigger, the blond at the bar glanced up at the owner’s table before giving a shrug of his wide shoulders. Shoulders that Asha had sudden fantasies of sinking his fangs into. A moment later the shifter grabbed the beer, and began weaving his way through the throng of people. 

“See? Told you.” Kiarad nudged him. “Just be careful this time. The last time that damned fox shifter stole a whole week from you.” 

Asha growled as Kiarad stood. He could understand his friend’s warning. Jason, an arctic fox shifter, in order to convince him of his worthiness as his mate, had actually erased Asha’s memory and videotaped it as proof, thinking if Asha could see his talent, it would convince the vampyre of his suitability as a potential mate. That’s when Asha had kicked the damn fox to the curb. He might be ruthless, he might be an asshole at times, but even he had limits. The fact his best friend thought it necessary to remind him of his foolishness with Jason pissed him the hell off. “Yeah, which is why I’ve decided I’ll never take a mate. Too much trouble, so don’t worry, Mother, I’ll wrap my junk and be home by dawn.” 

Kiarad’s eyes began to glow. He bristled before grabbing his soda. “You know I really ought to kick your ass, but seeing as how tall, blond, and yummy might have plans for it, I’ll catch you later.” Then he was gone, floating down the steps in only a way a vampyre could do. Kiarad had barely blended into the crowd, when the soft tread of the object of his lust reached his sensitive ears. Looking up, he caught a glimpse of blue eyes and white teeth before the man’s scent hit him, and the beast inside stirred. He had to hold on to the edge of the table to keep from leaping over its polished surface and claiming the man. His gums burned with the need to release his fangs. Fate had decided to play the ultimate trick on him. For a man nearly five centuries old, he’d given up on finding a mate, declaring he hadn’t needed one. But as his mate climbed the steps, it became obvious fate had another idea.

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Retro Mondays {2}: Always a Bridesmaid

Okay it's once again time for Retro Monday, which means I'm switching gears and focusing on one of my older releases that doesn't get much attention anymore.  This time I've picked a sweet little revenge story called Always the Bridesmaid.  It's actually part of Eirelander's Revenge is Sweet series.  Of course we all know that revenge is always sweet as Jenna finds out.  I absolutely fell in love with both her and her hunky professor.  Being set in Iowa, this story has a special spot in my heart and deserves a second or even third look. 

DT

Blurb: 

She’s been burned, and he’s going to help her get revenge. 

Always the bridesmaid, that’s what everyone says about dependable Jenna Smith. With her cousin’s wedding coming up and no boyfriend in sight, she doesn’t expect it to change. That’s until she meets Dr. Noah Absolom, one of the groomsmen. Not only does he not mind her BBW size, he seems to love it. Even as she basks in his attention, Jenna’s ugly past with the best man rears its ugly head. Rather than letting Jenna flee from it, Noah proposes that he help her get sweet revenge on her cheating ex – all Jenna has to do is accept.

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Excerpt:

“None of that, Jenna. You have a beautiful body.”

Her face heated, so she tried to hide behind sarcasm. “Yeah, right. Pull the other leg, it’s shorter.”

A startled squeak escaped her when his huge hands wrapped around her waist. He lifted her with ease onto the counter behind her. She batted at his hands when they reached for the hem of her dress. “What the hell are you doing?”

His blue eyes sparkled with determination and humor. “Checking to see which leg is shorter. I can’t very well pull the correct one if I don’t know.”

She stared at him in absolute shock when he slid the dress up as far as it would allow. When his roughened geologist’s hands traced over her exposed flesh, she caught her breath. It was hard to believe she was in the cloakroom at the Elmcrest Country Club letting a man she barely knew touch her so intimately during her cousin’s wedding reception.

“Hmm, I can’t tell.” He leaned over her before brushing his cheek across hers. His mouth landed near her ear and his tongue delved deep inside it. A barely there whimper passed her lips. Gooseflesh raced over her body and her pussy clenched when he pressed his hard thighs against the splayed vee of her legs. Even the brief press of his body against hers had her wishing things were different, that she was different. Oh God, what I wouldn’t give to have him fuck me right here. He’d make me forget Dawson ever existed.

“I will. I’ll help you forget him. All you have to do is say the word.” His voice was rough with desire. He extracted his tongue from her ear to run it down the side of her neck.

Horror flooded through her. Did I actually say that out loud? Her thoughts scattered when he jerked hard on her dress. She moaned when the stubborn material rose over her hips to pool at her waist, exposing her to not only the pressure of his solid body but also the cool blast of air-conditioned air. In response, she wrapped her legs around his lean hips. Dear Lord, the man is hung! She could barely believe it when she felt the solid outline of a cock. A rather large well-endowed cock if she wasn’t missing her guess.

She tried to rationalize the situation, but the flood of desire he’d sent boiling in her veins only made her cling to his broad shoulders. It was impossible to keep from rocking against him.

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Retro Monday {1}: Blind Need

Over the weekend, I actually powered on my Kindle  Fire for the first time in nearly a year.  I know that seems sad, but honestly since I got my new smart phone I do 90% of my reading on it, instead of my bigger and heavier reader. It's smaller and is one less thing to cart around with me.  But as I was browsing through my library, I realized I had a ton of older books I hadn't read or only gotten part way through.  What? How did that happen?

But it got me to thinking about the older releases of some of my favorite authors. I actually sat down and reread one of the earlier books in Shelly Laurenston's Pride Series.  I'd forgotten how much I had enjoyed it.  It also made me wonder why some authors only seem to focus on newer releases (not that it's a bad thing - I love new releases as much as the next gal) but it's also fun to revisit old friends.   So this week I'm going to start featuring one of my older releases on Mondays.

For this first week, I'm going to feature, Blind Need, my first 1NS book from Decadent Publishing. Xaviera and Nate were both wounded souls that made me work for their story. I truly enjoyed revisiting them when I wrote Wyk's Surrender. So enjoy this excerpt from Blind Need. 

DT

Blurb: 

Two wounded souls, one blind and the other scarred, are matched up by the famous Madame Evangeline—neither one expecting more than a brief meeting of two bodies in the dark for one night.

Xaviera Navarro had it all, a wonderful career ahead of her running her family’s wine business, a sexy fiancé, and her dream-wedding around the corner, but that all changed in the blink of an eye. A freak accident has left the Navarro wine heiress blind with no future other than the company of her seeing-eye dog, Lucy. After licking her wounds, she finally is tired of her own company and ventures out in hopes of finding a man who might be strong enough to stand beside her but not in front of her. If she can’t have that, she’ll settle for a night of hot loving before returning home.

Ignatius "Nate" Ramirez is not only a scarred fire-jumper with a justifiably bad attitude toward women, he’s also under strict orders by his Captain that if he doesn’t get laid on his vacation, he’s going to bench him. After finding out about 1Night Stand, he requests Madame Evangeline find him the perfect fantasy woman to have under the cover of darkness. Figuring he’ll have a better chance with his date with all the lights out, he wasn’t expecting a feisty, no punches pulled heiress to knock him off his feet.

A blind woman and a scarred fire-jumper should be a match made in heaven, but will Nate and Xaviera manage to leave their baggage at the door and find love all in one night.

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Excerpt:

“Good to know. Now, shall we get to it? I haven’t felt a man’s touch in two years and I’m finding myself rather anxious.” Her plea became soft and coaxing. “Nor have I felt a lover’s skin under mine. The only question is, will you be the one to break my dry spell?”

“Fuck yeah.” All thoughts of going slow were consumed by the undisguised need in her words. Using the fact his vision was already used to the darkness, he pushed her back on the bed before covering her mouth with a needy kiss. Damp lips parted under the pressure before the moist tip of her tongue slipped past his teeth to duel with his. A low, satisfied grunt pushed out of his chest when her slender arms wrapped around his neck.

Using his strength to his advantage, he half dragged, half lifted her farther up on the bed. Under him, her peaked nipples budded through her dress to rub against the bare skin of his chest. He was grateful he’d shed most of his clothes before she’d arrived. When she was where he wanted, he sank down over her, his hips parting her thighs.

The cool cotton of her dress brushed his sides. Gathering a handful, he hauled it up, loving the feel of her skin against him. Mindless with desire, he rocked against the cradle of her thighs, wanting nothing more than to sink into the hot, wet depths pressing against his stomach. Son of a bitch she’s so wet I can feel it through her panties. Lifting his head, he drew a ragged breath, trying to slow down before he lost total control. “Damn, woman—you’re like fucking dynamite.”

Her fingers dug at his shoulders while she tried to pull him closer. “More! Don’t stop.”

Her desperate plea made his nuts tighten. “Not a prayer in hell. The hotel could be on fire and it wouldn’t stop me.” He reached out to trace a finger over the scalloped edge of her dress, teasing the rounded swells of her breasts. He couldn’t see them clearly, but he needed the offending cloth gone.

“How does this come off, sugar?” Not waiting for her to answer, he slid his hand under her, searching for buttons, a zipper, hell, anything that would tell him how to get the dress out of his way.

“Over my head.” She breathed the words into his ear. Her tongue darted inside before abandoning the interior to nip at the lobe. “Sit up for a second.”

He growled. The last thing he wanted to do was let go of the warm, sexy body under him. “Don’t wanna.” Licking her collarbone, he ground his erection against her mound.

“Only for a minute.” She whimpered when he captured the tight nub of her breast, cloth and all between his teeth. He’d never heard anything sexier in his life. The urge to get inside her—to ride her, had him in its grip. His aching cock didn’t care about slow and steady, it wanted fast and furious.

Her fingers dug into his hair when he switched breasts. Yanking one of the straps down far enough to loosen the top, he nosed aside the fabric as if in search of hidden treasure. Licking and nipping at every millimeter of skin he exposed, he grew close to finding it when she yanked hard on his hair. “Stop! Let me up, you teasing ass.” Her breathing sounded harsh to his ears.

His lust-dazed mind tried to make sense of her words.

“Now? You wanna stop, now?” He yanked hard on the reins of his control, not so far gone he’d force an unwilling woman. His daddy had beat it into his head. It didn’t matter if he had the head of his dick in a woman; if she said stop, you rolled off her and found the nearest body of cold water. No meant no. “Fuck!” Rolling away, he stood up, his body screaming in protest. The need that had been riding him earlier was minimal compared to the inferno inside him. Locking his hands behind his neck, he took deep breaths to calm himself while ignoring the rustling sounds behind him.

“Nate?” She touched his lower back.

He trembled as if a lash, rather than her soft hand, had touched him. His control was almost gone, making his tone gruff. “Yeah?”

“Get your ass back over here and finish what you started.” Her finger curled around one of the loops on his shorts. “And don’t forget the damned condoms because I’ll kill someone if you stop again.”

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.