Domination, book 2 in my Surrender series (reverse harem) is out - woot!
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Domination is Jacquie, Max, Andy, and Devlin's story. These bad boys form the rock group Dominant Men and damn are they ever alpha, especially at Surrender, a Malibu lifestyle club.
However, they're more than hot and commanding. They're also cherishing. The best of both worlds - for Jacquie. Lucky, lucky lady.
Blurb:
Three dominant men will rock her world…
Surrender might be a wanton Malibu club, but it’s hardly fun and games for Jacquie. As the owner’s assistant, she’s all work and no play. That changes when three bad boy rockers scout the lifestyle club as a provocative idea for their new album.
As the frontman for Dominant Men, Max is lusciously male and unqualified alpha, eagerly playing Dom to a willing sub. Backup singer and lyricist Andy is more laid back. However, his wild, reddish locks hint at the fire within, which he proves in bed. Entertainment reporters have dubbed composer Devlin ‘the blond devil’. To him, vanilla sex is for when you’re too old to make the effort. The more daring the play, including BDSM, the faster he’s onboard.
Ready to live, Jacquie offers to be their carnal guide through Surrender, willingly delivering herself to these sexy beasts for an adventure like no other.
This is book two in the Surrender series but can be enjoyed as a standalone
Publisher’s Note: This steamy, contemporary, reverse harem romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of sensual scenes, power exchange, and adult language. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
Excerpt:
More, dammit, more.
The plea reverberated through Jackie’s mind, the words too difficult to vocalize. Three virile males sapped her energy, intent on ravishing her more thoroughly than romance heroes.
Having fought for and won her pussy, Andy separated her folds and slipped two fingers into her slick cunt, his thumb on her erect clit.
Gawd.
Dazzling pleasure shot from her nub to her stomach, chest, and scalp, warmth bursting within each, pleasure swirling and gathering. Threatening to conquer her.
She couldn’t let it. Coming after one stroke would end the moment faster than she wanted. Determined to resist and drag this out for days, she gritted her teeth and squeezed her fists.
Andy shifted from her side to her front, his hold on her sheath intact, his fingers burrowing deeper.
Devlin muttered something beneath his breath that didn’t sound happy.
Paying no heed, Andy sank to the mattress and pressed his mouth to her clit.
She gasped, her head sagging to one side, too heavy to keep up.
His tongue worked miracles on her needy flesh, the tip flicking at an easy pace against her most sensitive spot, teasing it relentlessly.
Heat and feelings too delicious to resist surged in increasing waves. She shuddered.
He rubbed harder, quicker.
A shout stalled in her throat. She fought him, demanding conclusion on her terms not his, needing a distraction to withstand what he did. Through slitted eyes she concentrated on her audience, the women’s gowns shimmering, the guys’ pants tented from their erections. Or so she imagined, their presence too far away for her to catch details.
Despite using opera glasses, none could detect her features or the guys’, the lenses equipped with soft focus filters to provide an otherworldly quality, enhanced by the dimmed lighting. A dream world that exposed yet protected her.
An erotic romance like no other.
Max captured her mouth and plunged his tongue deep inside, his hair grazing her cheek, an herbal fragrance scenting his locks. Growling as a man would when experiencing stark need, he cupped her boobs, testing their weight, and flicked her nipples.
Their rigidity hurt in the best possible way.
Devlin left the bed.
No. Come back.
He padded to the sink, rattled something, and shook the mattress on his return.
Andy’s mouth remained latched onto her cunt, his tongue lapping then pausing on her clit. He next worked his fingers in her pussy, mimicking what his and the others’ cocks would do.
She battled against the climax he was determined to deliver. Each time he stroked her nub, her cunt dampened further.
Max plucked her nipples and squeezed her breasts, his tongue playing with hers.
Devlin ran his hand between her butt cheeks, his fingers slick—from lube, a condom, or both, the items available near the towels.
He circled her tight ring, not yet touching it. Though he would, she had no doubt.
Around and around he stroked then stopped.
Andy and Max didn’t, pulling her attention back to them.
She swayed as much as she could and literally rattled her chains, unable to stand much—
Devlin eased one finger inside her passage.
She flinched at his ultimate invasion, a carnal move so decadent and needed. Her breath stalled.
If the guys noticed, they didn’t say, each working her as he willed, giving her no voice or control in the act, Doms to the extreme.
She raced from one shocking moment to another, sweat dampening her skin, breathing harsh, head swimming.
Applause and low whistles broke out, the voyeurs’ responses and comments transmitted in here for the ultimate experience. However, the spectators couldn’t hear the lovers in return, the gazebo one of the few places in the club holding that distinction.
Observed, shackled, and used relentlessly, she hadn’t a chance to escape.
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