Get bossy this #valentinesday with Meryn Dexter and @decadentpub

The Boss of Me
(1Night Stand Series)
By Merryn Dexter
Releasing January 27th 2017

Publisher: Decadent Publishing Company, LLC

ISBN: 978-1-68361-142-4

Word Count: 20,700

Cover Art: Fiona Jayde

Blurb

Dear Madame
Evangeline…

Lou Jones loves her job, but she can’t ignore the attraction she feels for her
boss, Daniel Smith. She contacts the 1Night Stand dating service hoping a
little fantasy role play will help her get over her crush.

I want to see you in
my office…

Daniel can’t believe his eyes, or his luck, when a misplaced letter gives him a
shocking insight into the erotic thoughts of his personal assistant. The chance
to satisfy her fantasies and make his own dreams come true is too tempting to
resist.

This is fantasy,
nothing more…

As they explore their every desire, Lou and Daniel find keeping reality at bay
is harder than they thought. Will their 1Night Stand deliver the satisfaction
Madame Eve prides herself upon, or are they just too close for comfort?

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Excerpt

“Bring the file here and place it on my desk.” He settled more
comfortably into his chair, steepled his fingers beneath his chin, and admired
the sway of her lush hips. She placed the file down as instructed then folded
her hands in front of her, eyes still averted. Schooling his need with an iron
control, Daniel waited.
Her chest rose and fell, the slight hitch in her breath pressing
her breasts against the thin silk of her blouse. The tip of her tongue peeked
out, dampening her coral-pink lips, and a bolt of lust drove him from the
chair. Ignoring Lou, he strode to the door and locked it. He doubted there were
many people left in the building at that time of day on a Friday, but he
wouldn’t risk anyone interrupting them.
Pacing back to the center of the room, he stopped to admire the
hourglass lines of her figure. The heels looked even better from the back.
Balancing on their slender points gave extra definition to her calf muscles.
“Do you know why I summoned you, Ms. Jones?”
Her breath seemed to catch in her throat. Her voice barely above a
whisper, she said, “No, Mr. Smith.”
“You will call me Daniel.” The visceral need for her to know who
was about to touch her surprised him. He wanted to hear his name on her lips as
she sighed, moaned, and fell apart at his command. Her head bobbed in
acquiescence, and he spoke again. “I summoned you because you canceled our
appointment this evening.”
She half-turned, seemed to catch herself, and straightened to face
the front again. A thrill of satisfaction curled in his gut. Each little act of
submission from her proved sexy as hell. “Did you do as I requested?” he asked. Her skirt clung to her hips and ass with no hint of a panty line, but he couldn’t be sure.
“Yes,” she murmured.
A bolt of lust rocked him on his heels. He wanted to crawl on his hands and knees and fawn at her feet, but she had been very specific in her email—her fantasy required him to be the boss, to take control and dictate his desires upon her.
“Show me.” The rasp in his voice couldn’t be helped; his body tingled with anticipation. Her hands gripped the hem of her skirt and began to raise it, inch by tantalizing inch. The material cleared the back of her knees, gliding higher to reveal the lacy tops of her thigh-high stockings, the soft expanse of her tanned thighs.
 
 

About the Author

Merryn Dexter is a military spouse who, after a varied employment career (from selling sandals to old ladies with bunions to being a health and safety coordinator for a construction company), is thrilled to be pursuing her dream career as a romance writer. She likes The Winchesters, Spike, Hotch, Loki and watching complicated European Noir. Her hobbies include crying at books, crying at movies, crying at tv serials (there’s a theme!) and believes all stories should have a Happy Ending.  
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Her first #dom experience in #valentinesday boxed set #99cents

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Hi folks!

Happy almost-spring. Can it just get here already? The melting snow has created lakes in my backyard and you could do the backstroke to my front door! I sure hope we have formidable delivery men for the next week or two!

That said, it’s nearly Valentines Day and there is hope that after this fine event, the weather will turn warmer. To further heat things up, today I bring you an excerpt from Leigh Ellwood’s story, the Dares that Bind.

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Rather than appease her, Alton drew his hand away and unbuckled his slacks. Vic watched with fascination as the dark material slid to the floor to reveal taut, tanned legs supporting an impressive bulge hidden by white briefs. Alton stepped free of the puddle, leaving his loafers behind as he came closer.

He pushed down the elastic band and released his erection. Vic’s mouth opened slightly, marveling at the cock’s length and girth. Perhaps it was a trick of proximity that Alton appeared this huge, but when Alton pointed the reddening tip toward her lips she learned quickly this man had been blessed with more than just confidence.

Alton released his grip, bringing his hands to curl around the post. “Take me into your mouth,” he ordered. “I won’t help you, but I will warn you when I’m about to come, and when I do I want you to swallow me whole.”

“Yes, sir.” Her mouth watered at the prospect of taking that cock between her lips, yet his pending climax worried her. While she had experience with oral sex, she couldn’t anticipate her performance, or the taste of his climax since she’d never before swallowed. Would an involuntary action like vomiting count as disobedience? She didn’t want to come this far only to embarrass herself like that.

Yet, one whiff of his masculine scent and the fluttering in her stomach solidified to a steady, ravenous rumbling. Her tongue shot out to first sample the delicate skin, tracing one raised vein to the circumcised crown. A bead of precum formed at the slit and she wiped him clean, savoring the tangy flavor. This may prove enjoyable for both of them, she decided.

She kept her eyes open as she craned her neck forward and captured him, inhaling and enjoying his musk. Alton went down smoothly, and she bobbed her head slowly forward, then back, creating a delicious friction between her tightened lips. Because of her submissive position and the way his body bent toward her, she found it possible to gauge his facial reaction to her performance. She wanted to please him and bring him to release, and not just for the possibility of an orgasmic reward. She missed sex, any and all types, and found though this intimate pleasure a renewed desire for more. Right now, the only clues she had to go on were the occasional ecstatic grunts from above her.

Vic built up a rhythm of pressure as she took his cock. Forward slowly, lips pursed, then back with some slack, gently raking her teeth against him. Alton pulsed and jerked inside her, and she watched his legs twitch at various intervals, guessing his climax neared. It wasn’t long before Alton informed her to prepare for him, and when he came he released a stream of salty cum that she sucked back hungrily, as though she’d been starved for weeks.

His deep bellow faded into silence and his body crumpled slightly into her. Vic sensed him vibrating and watched his body heave with quickened breaths until he finally calmed. All this time, she kept him inside her until he backed away. His cock, flaccid yet still impressive in length, slid free and she licked him from her lips.

One deep breath, and the smooth operator demeanor that so entranced her returned.

 

Get more of this story and 9 other in the Valentine’s Day issue of Sexy to Go, out now for just #.99.

Happy reading!

Eva

Sexy to Go #Paranormal excerpt by @laylatarar get ready to play rough #Rrated

Not everyone you meet is a tender lover when you push them to the edge.

It takes a woman with a special kind of grit to like living dangerously. Marguerite is such a woman, and after a hard day’s work flaming zombies, she’s ready for a night she’ll never forget…

Red-Handed by Tara Quan

Blurb

When Marguerite gets caught testing flame-throwers on unsuspecting zombies, she finds herself at the mercy of a sexy federal agent. Dominated, bound, and bared to the skin, this closet submissive faces a night of creative interrogation—one she can’t wait to enjoy.

Excerpt:

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“Wait.” Her mind grappled for a convincing argument. “My boobs are tiny. I’m a lot hotter with them on.”

He chuckled. “I disagree. But since you asked nicely….” Walking to the table, he traded her knife for a thin, leather-covered stick with a flat tip.

“What the heck is that?”

He tugged her bra down until her nipples popped out over the plunging neckline. “It’s called a crop.” He lightly smacked the tip of her breast. “I bought it off an antiques smuggler.”

The sharp sting sent her twisting to the side, a futile attempt to avoid further injury. He grabbed her nape, twining his fingers through her hair. His grip arched her back, increasing the vulnerability of her exposed breasts. “I thought you weren’t pissed anymore.”

“I’m not. This, we’re doing for fun.”

She yelped as he flicked the crop over her quivering flesh, alternating between the two budding tips. Betrayed by her body, she cried out as he turned her pink nipples raspberry red. Pain-laced pleasure traveled from her chest, the sensual tingle spreading to the tips of her fingers and toes.

She moaned a protest when he stopped. Maintaining his imprisoning hold, he trailed the crop’s end between her thighs. “They used this to control horses back in the day.” With a resonating whack, he forced her legs apart. Switching his grip, he positioned the handle between her labia. As moisture coated the cold leather, he slid it back and forth, each thrust brushing her clit.

He released his hold on her at the same moment her knees buckled, keeping the crop between her legs as she sagged against the cuffs.

Lifting her chin, she glared daggers at him. “Are you planning to control me?” If so, he’d gotten to a pretty good start.

He chortled. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

 

 

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Got the urge to run away from it all? Why not run TOWARD a hot summer romance by Tara Quan? Here’s more from the author on Submissive on the Run:

 

The Story Behind the Book

Sometimes, supporting characters take on a life of their own. After selflessly aiding in the affairs of others, they sulk in the back of an author’s brain, broadcasting their past, present, and future until surrender is nigh. Thus was the case with Kim Tran, the intrepid dungeon monitor from Submissive on Display. Unbeknownst to the heroine of the first book, Kim has some unfinished business with the hero’s best friend (small world, I know). He insisted I give them a chance to sort things out, and, being a Dom, he has a knack for getting his way.

Submissive on the Run drags me back to Las Vegas’s renowned Carnivore Club, a multi-author world first penned by Kate Richards for Decadent Publishing’s 1Night Stand Series. This interracial BDSM romance stars a feisty sub with a strong right hook, who must contend with a spoilt rich boy determined to win her back. An ill-mannered cat and Madam Eve’s matchmaking service unite them for a night of exhibitionistic fun, which ends in a capture game and a scorching happily ever after.

To celebrate my return to BDSM romance this year, I’m giving away a $15 gift card. To enter, leave a comment here and drop your details in the Rafflecopter widget at the bottom of this post. [or at my website: http://www.taraquan.com/submissiveontherun ]

 

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Obscene wealth and a toxic family taught Joss Bradlee to care about no one. He moved through life in a caustic shell, fending off gold-diggers with his sharp tongue and abrasive personality. But a stubborn submissive saw past his nonchalant act, and he fell hard and fast for a girl he didn’t deserve. When she accidentally stumbled into the line of fire, he moved heaven and earth to protect her, even if it meant letting her go. Ten months later, he ensures her safety and tracks her down, finally ready to claim the one person that matters. The only problem—she wants nothing to do with him.

On the run for close to a year, Kim Tran receives a surprise call from the man who’d put her life in danger. His family hired assassins to kill her, but he’s somehow convinced they still had a chance. With their entire relationship built on a lie, she resists the instinct to sprint straight into his arms. Faced with a social divide no sane person would bridge, she cuts her losses and breaks her own heart. But the Dominant she loves has other plans, and he’s spent his entire life getting his way. Too late to run and with nowhere to hide, she faces an adversary well versed in all her weaknesses.

At the Carnivore Club, two exhibitionists meet for a battle of wills, lured by a one-night stand service, misplaced cat, and several helping hands. With the aid of handcuffs, disciplinary measures, and a capture game, a reluctant sub rediscovers the pleasures of bondage, the thrill of display, and the ecstasy of surrender.

 

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Thrilled and terrified, she swallowed the lump in her throat. “We could get over each other if we tried.”

Imprisoning her with his arms, he trailed his nose down the line of her neck. “How’s that working out for you? On my end, every hot chick I see has your face. One look at your reflection, and bam—instant hard on. Our breather flopped.” He dipped his head lower, scattering kisses along her collarbones. “I’m glad it’s done.”

“No.” Her vision misted with pulses of crimson. She tried to summon an iota of reluctance. Her libido refused to play ball. “We’re not doing this again.”

He bit the sensitive spot between her shoulder and neck. “You don’t have a choice. I’m calling the shots.”

His confidence curled her toes. “What we had was less than a fling.” She poured what little willpower she had into the false words.

He squeezed her breast, the proprietary caress arching her back. “You’re going to pay for that lie with a lot more than a hard spanking.”

Arousal flared, potent and irresistible. “You have no right. I’m not your sub.” When he pinched her nipples, flashes of heat threatened to melt away thought. “But there’s a whole club full of women willing to play your games.”

“I’ve already chosen mine.” She writhed when his grip tightened. In her moment of distraction, he slid his hand under her skirt. With her underwear gone, he could shove his fingers inside her without preamble.

“Joss….” It hurt. In the best way.

He looped his other arm around her. Caught in a vise, she had little recourse beyond a whimpered protest. “I don’t want this.” But she did. Enough to erase the safe word from her vocabulary.

“Dishonesty seems to be a chronic problem.” He pressed down on her clit with his thumb and screwed his digits deeper into her. Her clenching inner muscles supported his observation. So did her uncontrollable spasms as his unyielding penetration vaulted her toward a crest.

She dug her nails into his forearms, a useless defense that only reinforced her helplessness. “Stop it.”

He ignored her resistance, playing her like an instrument until sweat once more coated her skin. “Why? You’re more honest right after you come.”

Genre: BDSM Romance, Erotic Romance, Interracial/Multicultural

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Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, Tara enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, paranormal worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Her characters, armed with magical powers or conventional weapons, are guaranteed a suspenseful and sensual ride, as well as their own happily ever after. To receive updates about her new releases and get a free sexy read, subscribe to her mailing list at www.taraquan.com/newsletter.

 

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