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I’m Michele Zurlo, author of over 20 romance novels. During the day, I teach English, and in the evenings, romantic tales flow from my fingertips.

Perfect Blend: Kofi’s Omega

Bear’s Cove 3

Building a new life after a failed marriage isn’t easy.

Hoyt Graziano is determined to open a coffee shop in Bear’s Cove. It’s the perfect small town for his shop, Perfect Blend. Only it’s also the town where his ex-husband lives.

Lusting after his brother’s husband drove Kofi Freeman away years ago.

Now that they’re divorced, he allows himself an afternoon of bliss with the man who stars in every one of his fantasies.

But his loyalty to his family makes him reject the vulnerable omega afterward. It doesn’t take Kofi long to realize that he made a terrible mistake, but Hoyt isn’t impressed with his apology. He’s not willing to forgive and forget.

How can he prove his love to a prideful and stubborn omega whose heart he didn’t mean to break?

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Excerpt:

A man lounged against his door, his wide shoulders spanning most of the distance. His body narrowed where he’d tucked his shirt into jeans, showcasing the powerful muscles of his hips and thighs.

Hoyt’s gaze roved down and back up, taking in the full lips and how the wind lifted strands of black hair, messing them up in a way that only increased the sexiness. Then he took off his sunglasses, and Hoyt found himself nailed to the spot by those brilliant blue eyes. The sky reflected in them, casting them an even darker hue.

He sucked in a breath and forced his body not to respond. This was just like every fucking holiday and family-oriented get-together for six of the past seven years. He’d forgotten the physical way his body reacted to Kofi, and it irritated him. “What do you want?” A bit of that annoyance came out in his voice, but he didn’t care. Kofi had it coming.

He moved away from the door, which put him closer to Hoyt. “Why didn’t you tell me that you’d talked to Chase?”

Hoyt rolled his eyes and moved past Kofi. He stuck the key in the lock, but it wouldn’t turn. So now his attempt to make a dramatic getaway was ruined. He jiggled the handle and tried again, but it didn’t work.

Kofi’s hand closed around Hoyt’s as he took over. His jiggling worked better, and the lock disengaged. He pushed the door open, stepped back, and handed the key to Hoyt.

When Hoyt tried to grab it back, Kofi held tight to the part of the key ring with a dangling thingy printed with The Black Bear Inn’s logo. A warning flashed in his eyes, the kind that might have him on his knees if the circumstances were different. “Hoyt, don’t be pissy. I had a legitimate concern.”

Hoyt parked his free hand on his hip. “Let go of my fucking keys. I didn’t ask you to come here, and I don’t owe you an explanation. You’re not my alpha.”

“You asked me for a favor.”

At the reminder, heat traveled up Hoyt’s neck. Fucking fair skin got blotchy whenever he got mad. “You said no, and I moved on.”

 

Tanzil’s Second Chance

Bear’s Cove 2

A Warden’s job is to protect

Six years ago, Tanzil Jareth failed to protect his family. To atone for that, he has dedicated his life to protecting all bear shifters from the humans who would exploit or kill them. When a hiking bear shifter goes missing, nothing was going to keep Tanzil from rescuing him.

Lost with nowhere to go

Logan Fordline doesn’t know what he wants in life. Nothing he’s tried has suited him. So he decides to spend a few days roaming in his bear form to try to figure out what he’s supposed to do with his life. Of course, he didn’t think that he’d be targeted by humans hoping to show him off as a freak attraction.

Rescuing Logan wasn’t that difficult, but resisting the chemistry between them is impossible. Will Tanzil be able to put the past behind him and move forward with a new love, and will Logan find a path in life that leaves him fulfilled and happy? Welcome to Bear’s Cove, a hidden community of gay bear shifters. Tanzil’s Second Chance is a 33,000-word, gay male pregnancy romance that includes passionate and explicit sexual content, including bondage, light D/s, and violence. Suitable for adult audiences.

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First Kiss Excerpt:

He felt Logan’s hand on his arm, the thick fabric of his work shirt no match for the heat of the younger man’s touch. Feelings zinged through Tanzil — desire and possessiveness — originating at the point of contact.

Being a Warden meant he was more in touch with the primal pieces of his shifter nature than most other bears. Right now, his inner bear roared for Logan Fordline. Heat washed through his body, a flame that could only be assuaged by this omega.

“Omega, I am barely holding on right now. Please refrain from touching me, and it would be best if you left the room.”

He expected Logan to perhaps be hurt or upset. Pouting would be welcome because that was a huge turn-off for Tanzil. He waited for Logan to flounce away, but he only moved closer, wrapping his arms around Tanzil’s midsection and resting his cheek against the back of Tanzil’s shoulder.

“You didn’t leave me to suffer alone, and I won’t leave you.”

Tanzil snorted, chuffing a sharp warning. “Young one, it isn’t my grief that threatens you right now; it’s my alpha nature. My bear wants you, and it’s difficult to fight it with you so near.” His bear hadn’t wanted anyone since Namir, and the force with which it strained against its bonds stole his breath.

Logan’s arms drew away, and he stepped back, but not far enough to quell the rising havoc inside Tanzil.

“Farther,” he growled. “Go into the living room.”

“I can’t make lunch from there,” Logan returned. “How about you go into the living room? Or you could go take a cold shower. Or you could just kiss me.”

It was too much, and Tanzil was out of practice reigning in his alpha nature. Whirling, he lifted Logan, holding the smaller man’s body against his own as his lips sought sustenance. He closed his mouth over Logan’s, demanding submission from this omega. Logan softened against him, his arms twining around Tanzil’s neck as the omega’s lips parted on a sigh.

Tanzil’s alpha nature stood up on its hind legs and let loose with a mighty roar. He deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue deep to stake a claim. The taste of him was like nothing he’d experienced before — sweet and spicy, and somehow liquid. It filled his senses and traveled his veins. He felt it in every corner of his body.

His hands roamed Logan’s back, exploring the hard planes before venturing lower to squeeze handfuls of each delightfully rounded cheek. Small, gruff moans issued from Logan, feeding Tanzil’s frenzy. He wanted to rip away the fabric covering Logan’s body and bury his cock deep inside the submissive man, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to temper his violence.

So he broke away, a brutal severing of their connection that sent his bear into a rage. Before he could do something he’d regret, he snagged his shifter pack from the counter, threw it around his torso, and bolted out the back door. He shifted to his bear form mid-step, shredding his clothes.

He ran from his home, his refuge.

He ran from the unexplained feelings he couldn’t control.

He ran from the man he’d left standing in his kitchen who did things to him no man had done since his heart had died that horrific night so many years before. Mostly, he ran from himself.

Must Read: Foolin’ by Allyson Young

A Western Romance…

When Kathleen and Carter meet, it’s intrigue at first sight, and they awaken from emotional exile. A turn of events finds her spontaneously joining him on his working ranch. Despite being really hard work, she’s blissfully happy—and the fringe benefits aren’t too shabby either.

Carter can’t believe his luck. He desperately needed a housekeeper, not that he welcomed this amazing woman into his home for that reason. He can cope with her bond with her daughter, no matter how it forces him to remember his lost young son. And he can’t give her his heart, but what he can give is surely enough.

In love with this amazing man, Kate ignores that Carter withholds, believing he’ll change, and she’s willing to wait. When she inadvertently discovers he was angling for a housekeeper all along, it knocks her blinders off.

She’s done waiting. She deserves more—and so does he.

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Excerpt:

“I think I’m good. I should probably get to bed,” she said. “What time do you get up?”

“Early. And I head out straight away. You stay in bed until you’re ready to face the day. I’ll leave you my cell number, and you text me. I’ll head back.”

“I’m an early riser too.”

“Five o’clock for me tomorrow, Kathleen.”

“Oh, maybe not. I’ll text you.”

He pulled out his cell. “What’s your number?”

With the exchange complete, he lurked in the doorway. “The bathroom is across the hall. Towels in the cabinet.”

“Great, thanks. I’ve got everything I need.”

Did she? So near and yet so far, she hovered there like a wood sprite. When she stooped to slip the strap off her shoe, then the other and stepped out of the heels, he found he’d closed the gap.

“Kathleen.”

She looked up, having lost a slight difference in height, and her eyes flared green, the pupils dilating. A good night kiss, then. A peck. He reached out and with only tacit permission lowered his mouth over hers.

On a startled gasp, her lips parted, and he took advantage, yet maintained control, alert to any distress. It separated him into distinct parts that soon melded when she pressed into him, her arms wreathing around his neck.

He learned her, her taste and texture, reveling in her response, swallowing her tiny moans. When he pulled away to breathe, resting his forehead against hers, she sagged in his arms and he kept her steady.

His heart pounded in tandem with hers, and he was so hard he hurt. She shivered, and he said, “Do I need to apologize? Because it’ll be difficult.”

In a whisper, she said, “No need. I’m just sorry I’m so out of practice.”

“If you’re out of practice, I hope to kiss you when you’re at your best.”

Tipping her head back, she met his eyes before glancing away. “I don’t do this on a first date. I don’t date. Lord.”

He eased his body away from hers, regretting that he’d encroached on her personal space. She tugged him back. “But I want to. I want you. If that makes me a—”

He stopped her with a hard kiss. “Don’t. Don’t make this a bad thing.”

Her lips twitched in a tremulous smile. “I don’t want to overthink it.”

“I’ll take care of you,” he promised.

He lost his Stetson and shrugged out of his jacket, bemoaning any inability to keep a hand on her as she tugged a zipper hidden in a side seam of her dress and let it slither down the length of her body to pool at her feet.

His fingers froze on the snaps of his shirt as he took in the sight of her in scraps of pink lace and honest-to-God thigh-high stockings. With a dry mouth, he wrenched the placket apart and threw the shirt to one side, gathering her to him, nuzzling the hollow at the base of her neck and then down to the tops of her breasts.

“You’re stunning.”

She arched into him, and he fumbled with the clasp and freed those gorgeous mounds that tumbled into his waiting hands. Soft skin tipped with beaded nipples he desperately wanted to get his mouth on. And her sultry scent…

His belt buckle pressed into her belly, and he made one hand abandon its prize and yank open the offending metal, dealing with the button and zipper while he was at it. His cock breathed a sigh of relief—he swore it—as his mouth found its target.

“God, Carter.” She pushed into him, and he sucked harder, gently using his teeth against the tip.

Her hands found his hips and pushed his jeans down, dragging his boxer briefs with them. The sensation of her fingers on his ass made him groan, his pelvis thrusting, his cock against her center. At this rate, he’d disgrace himself.

When she sought him out, he turned with her, hobbled by his own jeans, the ignominy nearly making him smile as he held her against the wall. “Touch me, darlin’, and I’ll lose it all over your sweet hand.”

“Out of practice, too,” she teased, her hair awry and her mouth swollen. “I’m so ready, Carter.”

He worked his hand beneath her panties, staring into her eyes, soaking in the pleasure sparking there when he found her apex, full and wet. “You are.”

Still, he played at her entrance, then feathered over the knot above, making her rise on her toes and whimper. “Please.”

It took some awkward gymnastics to get a hand into his jeans’ pocket and lift his wallet, all while stroking her, but he managed it. Somehow got the condom out and open and smoothed on.

Pushing aside the fabric guarding her pussy, he bent his knees a fraction and set his cock at her opening. With a single thrust, he filled her, freezing in place as they both adjusted. She was wet but so fucking tight. She’d said she didn’t do this, didn’t date. Christ. How long had it been?

“You okay?” he rasped, willing her to open her eyes.

As if on cue, her lashes fluttered open, and he drowned in the depths behind them. Urgent need enticed him, and he responded, easing out and pushing back in. Heated, wet satin sucked at him as he powered toward orgasm, knowing it wouldn’t be long.

But he wasn’t getting there alone. Watching her for any signs, doing his best to ignore the pull at the base of his spine, he found her sweet spot and swiveled his hips to take her there. She responded by working herself against him, her breath increasing in shallow pants as she crested.

With a short cry, she tensed and clamped on him, shuddering, her head grinding against the wall. There was no resisting her, and he followed her over, emptying himself. He set his teeth on the top of her shoulder and muffled his groan, then kissed the spot reverently.

About the Author:

Allyson Young aka Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada where she and her husband pretend to work well together in their seasonal business.

She has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. That was followed by a mix of spicy (Ally) and sweet (Peribeth) romances in various genres as well as a post-apocalyptic adventure without a lick of romance by Peribeth.

A bestselling Amazon author, a hybrid, and a coauthor, as of November 2018 she has published seven series and several standalones, with others in the works.

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Serving Sophia (Awakenings 3)

“This book has a quiet grace that weaves into your psyche and has you falling for the characters” Goodreads Reader Review

Walls of Pain

Sophia DiMarco wants a forever kind of love. But finding the right sub isn’t easy. And so she built a fortified wall around her heart to keep her from wanting more. It worked—until Drew Snow walked through her front door and stormed her citadel with one smoldering look.

Secret Shame

Never having entertained the idea of being submissive before, Drew finds himself enchanted with the beautiful Domme and craving the searing kiss of her dominance. But powerful men like him—he’s a sought-after chef with a television show in the works—aren’t subs, and the price of his submission is secrecy.

When tragedy strikes, he must decide whether he’s strong enough to embrace his true nature and Sophia, who has become so much more than a secret pleasure.

Warnings: Femdom, BDSM

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Excerpt

She closed the distance between us, her hand unsteady where it rested against my chest.

“Mistress, can I touch you?” I whispered the question when her lips were inches from mine.

“No.” She brushed her lips against mine. As before, I kissed her back, but I was careful not to otherwise move. I did not want to displease her.

Passion exploded, not that it had been contained before. She moaned into my mouth, and her hands gripped the sides of my head. Her fingers moved through my hair, destroying the effect I’d painstakingly created with hair gel that morning so I’d look my best for her.

Suddenly she backed up, stopping when her bottom bumping into the nightstand. The distance was perhaps two feet, but it was still too far for me to suppress a frown. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a box of condoms.

“Come touch me, Drew.”

It was the permission I’d sought since the first time she’d undressed me. One step closed the distance. I scooped her up in my arms and set her gently on a diagonal across the bed. I kissed her, feasting on her mouth before trailing my lips along her jaw and down her neck.

Her hands were not still. She touched me everywhere, drawing that sensual caress over my shoulders, chest, and back. I lifted her shirt over her head, and she cooperated by lifting her torso. One twist of the clasp, and her bra loosened. Leaning up on an elbow, I watched as I peeled it away to reveal a pair of perfect breasts. Her skin was lighter there, tan instead of golden olive. Dusky cinnamon areolas beckoned. I licked until her nipple pebbled, and then I took that in my mouth, sucking hard because I had a tenuous hold on my self-control.

She arched off the bed, crying out her approval, and her thighs clamped around the thigh I’d wedged between her legs.

I spent some time worshipping her breasts with my mouth before I took one in my hand. It fit perfectly in my palm, and she moaned as I kneaded and squeezed.

Needing more, I kissed my way down her stomach, my hands roaming lower to the waistband of her leggings.

I knelt between her legs, and she lifted her hips to remove the last of her clothing. She lay before me in all her nude glory, watching me check her out.

“See something you like?” She followed with a flippant grin.

“Yes, Mistress. You’re so unbelievably beautiful. I could stare at you for hours.”

“Grab a condom.” It was an order.

“I’m craving dessert. Can I have a snack first?” I dragged a knuckle along her weeping slit.

She chuckled, a smooth melody, and spread her legs wider.

Discovering Desires

Discovering Desires: Three Kinky Novellas

Praise for Yes, Justin
5 Lips from Two Lips Review: “Yes, Justin is a very powerful novella showing love can heal…  Ms. Zurlo expertly weaves the kink of D/s with Trish’s inevitable tears and shame as she finally confesses her feelings about their marriage.  Justin takes these criticisms to heart and demonstrates he is the Dom of her dreams, rocking her world, putting Trish through her paces, and often making me squirm in my seat.  During their time together in the Oasis cabin, Trish and Justin engage in meaningful conversation as well as explore D/s seeing how it will continue to fit into their lives long after their erotic tryst is a memory.  I can’t wait to return to Ms. Zurlo’s fictional world in the future to see how this secret organization will bring more people’s fantasies to life.”

Praise for By My Side

“This was such a great story. I loved the interaction between Sean and Marcella both prior to their sexual relationship and after. The heat between them was just…wow! Bondage, spanking, orgasm denial…it was all there and it was very, VERY hot. But, underneath all of that, there was a deep emotional connection between the two of them that made the sexual heat burn that much hotter.” The Romance Reviews

“Both titillating and romantic” — A Night Owl Reviews Top Pick

Yes, Justin

After fifteen years and two kids, the romance has fled from Trish’s marriage. When a friend introduces her to BDSM, she decides it’s what she wants—to have her body and soul mastered by a man who is completely focused on her. And that’s not her husband, whose life revolves around his career.

Justin isn’t shocked when he finds out his wife is planning to cheat on him. They’ve been drifting apart for years, and he hates it. To save their marriage, he’ll carry out her kidnap fantasy, fulfill her desire to be dominated, and force her to confront the reasons she wanted to be there in the first place.

Out of My League

The reconstructive surgery that gave Mia the confidence to ask a friend to set her up with someone who resembles Kaelen didn’t erase her insecurities, but she’s hoping it will start healing the emotional scars she’s carried for far too long.

Whenever he’s around the breathtaking teaching assistant, Kaelen can’t seem to keep from sticking his foot in his mouth. He’ll do anything to show her that he’s so much more than the incompetent graduate student he always appears to be.

When the two of them show up at the designated spot, they’re both shocked to discover that Warren had granted the wish neither had the courage to make. After a mind-blowing day together, neither can find the courage to ask for more. They part ways only to end up assigned to the same room at a Caribbean resort. Will the sultry atmosphere help them both make their deepest wishes come true?

By My Side

Marcella Abbot has worked for Sean Winquist for more than a year. As his personal assistant, she manages nearly every aspect of his life. He’s a Dom and she’s a submissive. Through their year working together, they’ve become friends and colleagues, but Marcella yearns for more. She’s in love with Sean, and she’s frustrated that he can’t see past her efficient exterior.

When Sean’s submissive for a BDSM benefit show cancels unexpectedly two days before the event, Marcella jumps at the chance to take her place. Sean wants Marcella, but he’s afraid to let the walls of professionalism come tumbling down and risk losing her.

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Excerpt/Yes, Justin:

Steam wafted from the tub. She turned off the faucet and eased herself into the water. Cream coated the insides of her thighs, and sweat made other parts of her sticky. She wanted to be clean for Justin. Not since her wedding day had she so wanted to floor Justin with her appearance.

She washed and ran fresh water. Her time was almost up. Maybe he would join her in the tub. Maybe he would bend her over the side and fuck her. Maybe he would tie her to the door. Desire flared, and her hand crept lower, caressing her thigh before finding her soft folds. She pressed her clit. The little nub was already hard and ready.

“I told you not to do that.”

Her eyes flew open. She hadn’t heard the door. Her body was submerged to her shoulders, meaning she could only feel the cool air he brought on her face.

She smiled the most inviting smile she could muster. “I was just thinking about you.”

He pressed his lips together. Instead of feeling defensive, as she usually felt whenever he displayed this expression, she felt the tingle of anticipation.

“Stand up and let the water out.”

She did as he commanded, flipping the lever for the drain with her toe. He wrapped a towel around her and lifted her from the tub. She reached to take the towel from him so she could dry off, but he shook his head.

“No, Trish. You belong to me. I’ll take care of you.”

He patted her dry, and then he turned to the array of after-bath products on the counter. They were hers. She hadn’t noticed those before.

“Lie on the massage table, face down.”

The table had a place for her face to rest. She did as he commanded. He traced paths down her arms, across her shoulders, over her back and legs. There was no continuity to his pattern. He explored, leaving gooseflesh in his wake. Patricia shivered.

“I’m going to take out the plug. I need you to relax.”

A tug and it was gone. The sensation of fullness disappeared, leaving her feeling abandoned and empty. The wet sound of lotion being pumped caught her attention.

Not once in fifteen years had he ever attempted to do anything like this. As he rubbed in the cream, his hands massaged and caressed. It was as erotic as it was tender, as sexy as it was sweet.

“Turn over.”

He paid the same attention to the front of her body, lingering over her breasts and kneading them with care. When he finished, she felt like liquid. She could assume any shape he wanted. She would do anything he commanded. He brushed his finger over her lips, rubbing in her favorite lip balm.

“Spread your legs, slave.”

The narrowness of the table required her to bend her knees and drop her legs over the side. He teased her folds with the same gentle pressure he had used on her back. Wetness smeared where he touched. The massage had done its job.

“So wet, my slave. So wet for me.”

She wanted him to press harder, to thrust his fingers inside and fuck her with them. He withdrew, and she held in a whimper of protest.

Excerpt/By My Side:

She arranged her hair in a sexy, sloppy upsweep. No matter how classy she made it look, it would end up a mess by the end of the scene. She preferred to enter a scene with some control over her personal disarray. Knowing Sean, it would be the only thing she would control.

The deep rose robe he’d given her as a birthday gift lay at the foot of her bed. Not a day passed that she didn’t snuggle into the soft, silky feel of the fabric. As she donned it now, it slid over her skin, caressing her hips and the tips of her breasts. She tied the belt and headed down two flights of stairs to the dungeon.

She entered his domain, immediately feeling an electric charge at being there to do more than set up. Having worked so closely with Sean for over a year, she’d seen him at his best and at his worst. She trusted him completely.

A sound to her right drew her attention to that corner of the room. Sean leaned against a high table. He lifted a glass to his lips and sipped. Ice cubes clinked as they shifted, and she recognized the sound that had caught her attention.

He watched her silently. She dropped her gaze to the floor, fastening it demurely to a point halfway between them. If he wanted her to kneel, he would tell her to kneel. This moment, this starting point, was a test of her submissiveness. It would tell him so much about her level of responsiveness. She emptied her mind of everything except Sean.

The glass thudded against the wood. He closed the distance between them, coming to a halt inches in front of her. She focused on the thin line of hair that trailed from his navel and disappeared into his jeans. He had removed his shirt. Though she had seen him shirtless before, the sight sent a tremor up her spine.

He placed his fingers on her neck, spanning them just below her ear. Residual cold from the glass penetrated her skin, and a second tremor followed the first. “Choose a safeword.”

“Red.” No sense in using something creative when the old standard would do just fine.

Sean slid his fingers forward to grip her chin. A slight pressure tilted her face, and she peered into his eyes. “If you ask me to stop or you say no at any time, those words will also work. I don’t play protest games. That’s one of my limits.”

She nodded to acknowledge his limit. “What should I call you?”

“Master. For the next three days, I am your Master.”

She couldn’t stop the pleased smile or the excitement unfurling in her chest. As usually happened, her profound sense of duty managed to take the lead.

Excerpt/Out of My League:

A loud crack rent the room. Mia started more at the sound than the feel of his hand smacking her ass. He rubbed his palm over the spot where he’d struck, spreading heat like body butter. “Don’t worry. I’ll help adjust this attitude of yours.”

Planting her hands on the desktop, she pushed up. He countered with the heel of his hand pressing between her shoulder blades. Another smack landed on her bare bottom.

“Stay down, babe. If you’re good, I’ll make you come. If you’re not, I’ll tie you to this desk and keep you on the edge until I feel you’ve begged enough. Your choice.”

Mia didn’t want to fight. The small part of her that wanted to resist only protested on the grounds that it might be difficult to face Kaelen afterward. But he’d promised that what happened in this cabin stayed in this cabin. She relaxed, turning her head to rest her cheek against the coolness of the wood beneath. “I’ll be good.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He smacked each cheek once. A pleasant heat began to bloom. This wasn’t Mia’s first spanking, not by any stretch of the imagination. She’d dated a man who liked to give erotic spankings. It was the only time she experienced a climax with him, and she’d lingered in the relationship far longer than she should have. He had stayed in it for the same reason. They had nothing in common except for their love of spanking.

Just like her and Kaelen.

Another sharp slap brought her back to the present. “I know that look on your face. Focus. Keep your attention on me and what I’m doing, otherwise I’ll have to teach you manners as I adjust your attitude.”

His hand landed on her ass again and again, forcing her to pay attention to the exquisite heat barreling through her system. Of its own volition, her ass lifted after each blow, seeking the return of the sting radiating across her skin.

She moaned.

“You like that?”

“Oh, yes.”

Kaelen stroked his fingertips over her hot, quivering flesh. She whimpered in response.

Mina’s Heart

Mina has sheltered her heart for so long. Can she learn to open it for love?

Mina hadn’t meant to stay in Vermont. She’d planned to collect her mother and move across the country so they could begin a new life. When Everett Burke asked her out, she didn’t mean for it to turn into anything serious, but she fell hard.

Everett had nursed a crush on Mina for years. When the strong, proud woman turned out to be a virgin–and emotionally vulnerable–he vows to take things slowly, even if that means shielding her from the true nature of their D/s relationship.

When Mina discovers his deception and what Ever really wants from her, she flees from him and the life he offered. Then one snowy morning, her car careens off the road. Rescued by the one man she dreaded seeing again, she found out she’d run for all the wrong reasons.

Desperate, she submits a wish to Oasis. She wants to know one thing: Can they put the past behind them to build a future together?

Warnings: D/S, deception, exhibitionism, forced orgasm

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Reviews:

“Ms. Zurlo, your Safe Word: Oasis series is a real treat to read.” —Two Lips Reviews

“The chemistry between Mina and Everett is explosive.” —Kinky Book Reviews

“Sweet and emotional, without losing the dripping hotness factor…I loved seeing Mina grow as a character.  She doesn’t back down.  Kudos for showing that submissive doesn’t mean doormat. The BDSM is physically on the milder side, but emotionally intense.  This series is getting better and better…It’s a must read!”–Under the Covers Book Blog

Wanting Wilder

Fate brought them together, but then it ripped them apart. Eight years later, Wilder is still wishing for more time with the beautiful submissive he held in his arms for a weekend, and Lydia is still searching for a man worthy enough to be called “Master.”

At Oasis headquarters, they’re in the business of making dreams come true—especially for the people who work there. When Lydia lands a job there, she is required to make a wish, only she doesn’t want to risk her heart, so she wishes to serve a Dom without the complications of a romantic relationship.

Wilder Burke, son of the Oasis founders, is just the man for the job. Years of accumulated misunderstandings means he must settle for the little bit she’s willing to give. Will Wilder fight for Lydia, or will he let fate tear them apart once more?

Warnings: D/s, bondage, impact play

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Reviews:

From USA Today Michele writes with such vivid style that she lifts the reader into the story to participate in the delicious, wicked fantasy. 

From Manic Readers Reviews Richer and deeper than the previous in the Safe Word series Wanting Wilder packs a wallop. The BDSM was heavily bondage and quite beautiful, the descriptions of Wilder’s skills will have many women and men swooning. I also have to confess I would have awarded even another star for the ending discussion about discipline and punishment…This one scores high on the BDSM Realmeter, with plausible scenes and real feelings. Of course, Oasis is just a fantasy but a girl can dream! 

Bottom Line: Like good wine Zurlo has aged into her writing well. I’m giving this my top recommendation to my friends who enjoy a good BDSM romance and definitely will enjoy seeing them go wild for Wilder!

From Two Lips Reviews Ms. Zurlo brilliantly juxtaposes the past events with the present moment so that Wilder and Lydia can let go of the past and realize they are soul mates. If you love novels with plenty of sizzling BDSM action, complex characters and a rockin’ plotline, pick up Wanting Wilder today.

From Under the Covers Book Blog Readers get to see how perfect a connection between Dom and sub can be…This tale transcended the stereotype by capturing very authentic and complex emotions. It’s easy to understand Lydia’s motivations and fears. Wilder comes on strong and makes those of us who are submissive at heart just melt. Or catch fire. The scenes that play out are hot.

From The Romance Reviews   Michele Zurlo made the characters in WANTING WILDER so engaging…WANTING WILDER is a definite hit for me. The story, the characters, and the romance struck the perfect chord and had me glued from beginning to end. Michele Zurlo has me addicted to these Safe Word: Oasis books.

From Coffee Time Romance Lydia and Wilder garnered affection from the first page. The love between the master and sub leaps off the page and insinuates itself in the reader’s heart. I never felt left behind because of this being the fourth book in the series but instead felt a part of the story. I loved Wanting Wilder and put Ms. Zurlo on my list of authors to look for. 

Unlocking Temptation (SAFE Security 2.7)

Unlocking Temptation is a fun short read featuring David and Autumn. It’s a Halloween caper with hot sex and new real estate.

David thought going to a Halloween party would be a fun night out with his new bride. After all, what kind of trouble could she possibly find at a costume party? Plenty.

Join David and Brea for a hot night of intrigue and treachery.

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Re/Bound (Doms of the FBI 1)

Picking herself up after the devastating loss of her master is more difficult than Darcy anticipated. Just when she needs someone the most, a handsome Dom steps in. Theo is  thoughtful, dominant, and demanding—everything she needs. He pushes her boundaries, tests her limits, and takes her to new heights. With him, she remembers what it is to feel joy and love and a firm hand on her ass.

Agent Malcolm Legato is after a corrupt businessman, and Darcy is his ticket into the upper echelon of Snyder Corp. As he cultivates her as an asset, he falls hard for this feisty submissive, and he knows he’ll break her heart the moment she finds out he’s been lying to her all along.

When it all falls apart, will Darcy be able to find the strength to forgive Malcolm so they can build a life together and the courage to bring justice to the man she loved and lost?

With twists of rope and plot, this action-packed story will make you laugh, cry, and squirm in all the right ways. With Re/Bound, Michele Zurlo delivers a smart, bold, and sexy tale.

Warnings: Bondage, D/s, S/M, salsa dancing

Word Count: 110,648

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Praise for Re/Bound:

“It’s not hard to find yourself lost in this book and unable to stop reading…RE /BOUND is a must read.” The Romance Reviews

“A bold, smart, and sexy story that is the perfect combination of romance and dominance. The author does a superb job of explaining the psychological elements behind the relationship, needs, behaviors, and connection that is between Malcolm and Darcy. The blistering sex is filled with smoking hot delights, kinky pleasures, and tender seduction.” The Romance Studio

A Two Lips Reviews Recommended Read!  “Michele Zurlo knocks out a super-charged BDSM novel in Re/Bound”

“The characterizations of Malcolm and Darcy as a new D/s couple were spot on…RE/BOUND is a suspenseful and very steamy story, and I would highly recommend it to fans of BDSM erotic romances.” The Forbidden Bookshelf

A Night Owl Reviews Top Pick! “This was a very absorbing and entertaining read with an action-packed ending that will leave you breathless. The connection that Darcy and Malcolm share is stunningly beautiful. Highly recommended.”

“Re/Bound is a BDSM story with a few twists, including ropes and suspense, that just makes for a great read. The love story of Malcolm and Darcy is sweet and real. The suspense makes for a complex story that intertwines so beautifully with the sex.” Just Erotic Romance Reviews

“Darcy is the kind of submissive that’s a pleasure to read about and so easy to relate to. Theo is one incredibly sexy Dom. His presence fills the page, larger than life, ruthless and in-control, but sensually caring and romantic at the same time. The sexual tension between the two is painfully good to read and leads to some wonderful scenes of S/M, light bondage, and wildly dirty sex. The balance is perfect here, and the story flows easily, with smart and witty dialog.” Under the Covers Book Blog

Excerpt:
She paused at a door three-quarters of the way down the hall. Her gaze fell to the floor. After the awkwardness had passed, the rest of the night had gone well. He had kept the conversation on innocuous topics and had learned a lot about her relationship with Victor Snyder. The prick had her thoroughly and completely snowed. She considered him a friend and a benefactor.

He hooked his finger under her chin and encouraged her to meet his gaze. When she complied, he rewarded her with a smile. Without a doubt, she was one responsive submissive. Yataines had trained her well.

He cupped the side of her face and traced his thumb over her eyebrow. Adjusting the position of his hand, he repeated the caress along her lower lip. She trembled a bit, but she clearly awaited his command. His earlier intention had been an impulsive act of  affection. It had taken all his willpower to keep his cock from saluting her submissiveness.

“I had a nice time tonight, Darcy. Thank you for making this trip worthwhile.”

Her eyes widened a bit, and he knew she wanted to ask if he’d decided against seeing her again now that he’d found out about some of her baggage.

He replayed his caress of her lip. Suddenly he needed to taste her lips more than anything in the world. “Can I kiss you?”
​She began to nod, but she caught herself in time. She swallowed and licked her lips. “Yes, I’d like that.” Malcolm had never once taken the trust of a submissive lightly. Part of him wanted to play the gentleman and leave her alone. A larger part of him needed to know the flavor and texture of her kiss. He recognized the blurring of the line between his cover identity and his real self, and he couldn’t keep from crossing it. He feathered his lips over hers, a reverent caress that teased a small sigh from her. That tiny sound proved to be his undoing. He traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, and she  opened for him. He cradled her head with one hand to hold her close, and he snaked the other around her waist to press her body closer. She moaned and leaned into him as he directed with the pressure of his hand on her back. He tasted her lips and teeth. He sampled the roof of her mouth and tangled his tongue with hers. A piece of his heart he’d never before used came to life. It beat a furious staccato rhythm he felt echoed in her chest. Blood rushed to his cock. He thrust a knee between her legs and ground against her. She mewled, and her fingers dug into his shoulders. Inflamed with her flavor, he moved his lips to sample her neck. She moaned and threw her head back. The sharp crack of it hitting the door brought Malcolm back to his senses. He had shoved her against the door, and he had ravaged her with everything in his arsenal. He released her abruptly, keeping one hand close in case she needed more than the door to hold her up. She gazed up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire and blurred by shock. She took a deep, ragged breath and pushed away from the door. Malcolm ran a shaky hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. You consented to a kiss, not a public mauling.” ​ A little laugh escaped before she could bite her lip to keep it inside. “Now I’m wondering what will happen if I consent to a public mauling.”
The visions she evoked meant he would need an icy shower before going to sleep. Wisely he changed the topic. “I’d like to see you again. Can we have breakfast together? I could swing by around eight, and we could walk down together.”
​Malcolm didn’t know whether he asked her for the mission or because the pounding heart in his chest wanted to shrivel up and die at the thought of not seeing her.
She nodded. “I’d like that.”

Dak’s Omega (Bear’s Cove 1) by A.J. Stone

An MPreg Romance

Bear’s Cove is Dak’s chance to start over. Chase has been an outcast his whole life. Can this handsome alpha win the heart of a wild omega?

Bear’s Cove is Dak Freeman’s chance to start over.

Leaving Forrest Hills and his ex-husband behind, Dak vowed to start over as a deputy in the small, bear-shifter town of Bear’s Cove. On his two first nights, he’s called to a nightclub to restore order. Both times, handsome Chase Longfellow is the one causing problems.

Chase Longfellow had been an outcast his whole life.

Waking up in a jail cell wasn’t a new experience for Chase, and this time was more fun because it afforded him a chance to flirt with the virile new alpha Daddy on the other side of the bars.

Dak’s alpha nature means he can’t help but take the wayward cub in hand, and when the omega responds to his dominance, Dak’s fractured heart begins to heal.

A passionate night leaves Chase pregnant, but when Dak’s ex returns and tragedy strikes, everything is threatened. Is their new love strong enough to survive?

Welcome to Bear’s Cove, a hidden community of gay bear shifters. Dak’s Omega is a 32,000-word, gay male pregnancy romance that includes passionate and explicit sexual content, including bondage, Daddy/cub dynamic, and violence, suitable for adult audiences.


Excerpt:

Nerves randomly fired in Chase’s body, making him feel off-kilter as he entered Dak’s house. He should have come straight here from work. Beneath his greasy mechanic’s coveralls, his clothes had been in fine shape. Except they smelled like the garage, and Dak had seemed strangely distant when he’d come by.

Dak’s fingertips were a gentle pressure on Chase’s lower back. “Are you hungry?”

This wasn’t a date. No matter what kind of mixed signals he was getting from Dak, the last one had been clear—he wasn’t flirting. Of course, Dak hadn’t flirted at all. In flashes and moments, there had been hints of desire, the chemical pull of attraction, and that spanking. The skin on Chase’s ass heated just from the memory.

This wasn’t a date—except Dak had changed into jeans that made the bulge at the apex of his thighs look that much larger and a shirt that emphasized his wide shoulders and strong chest. The short sleeves strained to cover Dak’s massive biceps.

Chase leaned into the hand on his back, turning to face Dak. Inches separated them. He held up the key to the patrol car. “I brought these.”

Dak’s clear blue gaze didn’t acknowledge the statement. Wordlessly he demanded a response.

“I’m hungry.” He didn’t specify exactly what he was craving. Though whatever was in the oven smelled scrumptious, Chase wanted to taste something else. Right now, he wanted another kiss from the deputy. Not one to wait for what he wanted, Chase rose to his toes and pressed his lips to Dak’s. It was an offering, and his heart pounded so hard he thought it might burst out of his chest.

Dak’s fingertips slid to Chase’s waist, the pressure increasing until his grip was firm. Dak’s tongue traced along Chase’s lower lip, and Chase opened to this gentle request.

Once he did that, all bets were off. Dak gripped the back of Chase’s neck, tilting his head to let Dak’s tongue inside. With his kiss, he ravaged Chase’s mouth and liquefied his bones.