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And the Winner Is…

I want to formally congratulate Lea Ann Patton for winning the “Name Those Characters” contest. Twin #1 stayed up extra late to draw the names from a square wooden box. Re/Leased* (Doms of the FBI #5) features characters who don’t previously appear as the hero and heroine, and so I didn’t have ready-made names like I have for books 1-4**. Lea joined me for a party on the Exquisite Quills Facebook page August 20, and it was such a pleasure to get to know her! The names she chose are in honor of close family members (I won’t say who because she didn’t give permission), and so they’re very meaningful for her. So here goes (I used actor pictures–young Val Kilmer, current Ellen Page–to approximate what I imagine the characters to look like)–

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David Eastridge: Tall, blond, and deadly. This former member of Special Forces can hold a grudge. Estranged from his father for the past decade, David returns home to fulfill a deathbed promise to his mother. He’s going to help his father with a serious problem. Someone has embezzled $3M from his company, and now it’s on the edge of collapse. David had vowed to catch the thief and find the missing money. He’s liaising with the FBI on
this case because white collar crime isn’t his usual thing. This founding member of SAFE Security (first appearance is in book 4) is not someone you want to mess with…unless you’re Autumn Sullivan.top-gun-val-kilmer-da-giovane

Autumn Ellen PageAutumn Sullivan: Her playful attitude and the mischievous flint in her green eyes has David rethinking her as a target of the investigation. How can someone so sassy and passionate have taken the money, and what could she possibly have done with it? As he gets to know her, he finds she’s harboring some odd and shocking secrets–and someone is definitely out to get her.

Okay, I’m not revealing anything more now. It’s still an incomplete draft, so things are subject to change!

Thank you to Lea Ann Patton for naming this pair! You’ll get to meet them summer 2016.

 

*tentative title

**Re/Defined (Doms of the FBI 4) is expected Jan 2016. It’s Amy and Jordan’s story.

Wanna Name a Character?

I need names for the hero and heroine of Doms of the FBI 5. I’m giving away the chance for one luck person to name the hero and/or the heroine of Re/Leased (tentative title).

Date: August 20

Time 7-8 PM (though the party is from 1-10 PM and features many different authors)

Location: https://www.facebook.com/groups/527671093985960/

Yeah, you have to join the group for the party, but you’re welcome to leave it as soon as the party is over.

Re/Paired is Re/Issued

The wait is over! Re/Paired has been re/issued. I didn’t make a lot of changes to the story. The first time through editing, I majorly revised the ending, so this time the beginning got an overhaul. I put in some of the things I had cut out the first time around. Please enjoy Keith and Katrina’s story! Here’s the new cover:

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Buy Link for Amazon/FREE on KU: https://amzn.to/2HcHSQ9

Here’s the blurb:

Keith Rossetti grew up the hard way–fleeing from his older sister’s fists and finding addiction at a young age. It’s a miracle he was able to make it into the FBI, and he fiercely guards his relationships with a handful of close friends.

When Katrina Legato’s brother brought home his Marine buddy all those years ago, she fell head-over-heels in love. Ten years have elapsed, and she hasn’t forgotten that toe-curling kiss he gave her for her eighteenth birthday. She knows he’s a demanding Dom who doesn’t respect his submissives or keep them for long, but if that’s all she can have of him, then she’ll take it.

When refusing Kat sends her to another Dom, Keith rethinks his decision. He plans to show her exactly why he’s not a suitable life partner for anybody. But Kat, one of the only women he’s allowed into his heart, isn’t what he expected. She’s no pushover. She demands more from him than anybody ever has, and he finds himself wanting to be the man she thinks he is.

As she repairs his damaged soul, a stalker targets her. Is it just a coincidence that his mother pops back up in his life and his sister is suddenly calling his office?

Warnings: Bondage, D/s, SM, clothespins, GYN exam table play, electric play, a Dom who thinks he’s too badass for love and a sub who knows her value

Here are some awesome things reviewers have said about Re/Paired:

A Night Owl Reviews Top Pick: “This is a great read…The relationship was real and honest, and it was fun seeing Malcolm and Darcy! A highly recommended read!”

The Romance Reviews Top Pick: “RE/PAIRED is an awesome read which gave me some sleepless nights, because it was so hard to put down. I wanted to lose myself in the erotic play between Keith and Kat. The way he caressed her body with the flogger, the way he enveloped her in ropes, the endless orgasms she endured from his hands… The storyline is erotic, rich and entertaining. The dialogue is interesting and kept the force of the plot moving along, and I liked that I was able to see their relationship grow and mature into something beautiful.”

“Wow.  This book was so freaking hot!! [Re/Paired] has great balance….heavy on the romance with enough suspense to keep it interesting and that’s how I like it.”–Under the Covers Book Blog

5 Stars/Purest Delight from Guilty Pleasures: “This was a great read with a damaged Dom who learns to cherish his sub, a lot of hot BDSM action, suspense, and complex relationships”

“…Great chemistry…emotional highs and lows…There were a couple of secondary characters that I would like to see have their own story.”–Literary Nymphs
“Lots of hot sex, kink, and a bit of mystery too. The hero and heroine’s journeys are epic, and the goals, motivations and conflicts are all tied up neatly at the end. Zurlo is a good writer, with a huge repertoire of ideas. Please keep them coming!” –Manic Readers

5 Cups/Coffee Time Romance: “A tautly written, sexy, action-packed tale…[Zurlo] employs…the same devastating effect as a flogger in the hands of a skilled Dom. [Zurlo’s] descriptions of subspace stand among some of the finest in the genre.”

Here’s an excerpt:

Katrina snatched at the stack of panties that was supposed to be on the left side of her top drawer, but she came up empty. The tears blurring her vision brimmed over and burned hot on her cheeks. She’d been stupid to think he wanted this as much as she did. Malcolm had told her several times that Keith was emotionally damaged, that he’d probably never settle down because he didn’t believe he deserved happiness. She’d rolled her eyes at her brother’s dire prediction, but now she saw the truth of his statement. Keith went out of his way to alienate anyone who got too close.

Well, she couldn’t let him do that to her. She whirled around to give him a further piece of her mind, only to find him standing right behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her so tight she thought he might crack her ribs.

“I’m sorry. I never wanted this to happen.”

She tilted her face up, though it took some doing to get him to ease his hold enough for her to move. “Keith, just because we disagree doesn’t mean it has to end. I want you to train me, not somebody else.”

The relief in his expression was immeasurable. “I’m not used to such a feisty sub.”

She thought he probably selected subs who capitulated to his every demand because he thought that was the kind of woman he craved. While she knew he wanted a submissive, she also knew he needed someone who wouldn’t let him get away with being a jerk. He needed to be with someone he liked and respected. If she could just keep him around long enough, she could get him to see that.

However, she wasn’t naive enough to give voice to her analysis. “Yeah, well, you needed to spice things up anyway.”

He kissed her thoroughly. It was a comforting clash of tongues and lips, a reacquainting of what they’d almost ended and a confirmation that they hadn’t. When he pulled away, she rested her cheek against his chest. “I need coffee and food before we have any more drama. I’m not cut out for this kind of precaffeine excitement.”

He smoothed a hand down her back. “I have a caramel macchiato waiting for you in the kitchen that’s probably cool enough for you to chug it.”

That sounded good. “Okay. Let me get dressed. You and I have some negotiation to do before we do another scene.” She was sure he would prefer to talk while she was naked, but that wasn’t going to happen. Part of her wondered if being naked last night had short-circuited her brain. The litigator in her needed clothes to function—at least around Keith.

He let go slowly, and she sensed his reluctance. They were leaving his comfort zone, but he wasn’t protesting. He got points for that.

Behind her, the drawer was open. Now that her tears were gone, she could clearly see that it was empty. Her socks and stockings were still there, but her bras and underwear were all missing.

He headed toward the door. “I picked up some more of that Greek yogurt you like. Do you want it with cereal or fruit?”

She whirled and regarded him, hands on hips so he knew she meant business. “What did you do with my underthings?”

He paused in the doorway and looked back over his shoulder. His brows were drawn together, a severe look that only accented the dangerous air he liked to affect. “What?”

“My bras? My underwear?” She exhaled hard through her nose. “I’m not in the mood for games. My blood sugar is getting low, and I really need to eat. Just tell me where you put them.”

The expression on his face changed, melting to that inscrutable special-agent-in-charge look. He swept the room visually. A cold chill raced down her spine.

“I didn’t touch your clothes. I never opened your drawers.” He inspected her bed and bathroom before he slid completely into work mode. “Stay here.”

Want to review an ARC of Re/Claimed?

Greetings bloggers and reviewers! Re/Claimed (Doms of the FBI 3) is due out in July. If you would like an opportunity to review an ARC of Re/Claimed before it comes out, please contact me. Here’s the link to the request form: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/15Y6VHPVa849oLgU_H3Uvi5wzMUmvQjMw-j2jgB_OkKo/viewform?c=0&w=1

I’m seeking honest reviews, especially from bloggers/reviewers who have read Re/Bound and Re/Paired and who have posted honest reviews of them on their website, Goodreads, Amazon, All Romance eBooks, or Barnes and Noble. The ARC has not gone through final edits or proofing, so expect some typographical errors at this point.

Both Re/Bound and Re/Paired have been selected for a number of honors, including Top Picks and Recommended Reads. Here is the blurb for Re/Claimed:

Layla’s wicked fantasies had already caused problems that left her with deep emotional scars, so when she got a second chance to live them out, she insisted on strict rules and boundaries.

Dustin agreed to abide by Layla’s rules because that’s the only way he could have her, but after a while, it wasn’t enough. He wanted the whole woman—the impulsive, stubborn parts as well as her sweet, generous side—and so he insists she give him a fair chance to prove he’s worthy of her love. He’s over the moon when she agrees to date him, even if she insists on a vanilla relationship.

Complicating matters is the return of her abusive ex-Master, a kidnapped child, and a human trafficking ring that’s been targeting teens from the community center Layla runs. When the investigation turns up nothing, Layla takes desperate measures that put her and Dustin in danger.

In Re/Claimed (Doms of the FBI 3), Michele Zurlo delivers another hot, heartwrenching, and stunning BDSM romantic suspense tale.

 

Warnings: D/s, kidnap/breaking-and-entering fantasy play, impact play, bondage, spanking, anal play, electric play, and some seriously sexy kinky footwear

Word Count: 85,598

5-Star Review for Dragon Kisses 1

Dragon Kisses 1 got a 5-star review from Laura Seiberling at Romance Novel Giveaways. Read the full review HERE. She said things like, “This was a cool, and yet smoking hot, book!” and “I would absolutely read more books in this series.” Click on the link to enter a contest for a $10 gift card to Amazon or BN, read blurbs for all three books, and an excerpt from DK1.

Find out more about DK1.

Find out more about DK2.

Find out more about DK3.

As more than one reader has said to me, watch out for book 3. It’ll bring you to your knees–expect laughter and tears!

 

 

Re/Paired is temporarily unavailable

In the past year, I’ve taken steps to do some things on my own, stand on my own two feet, and all that jazz. To this end I’ve launched a publishing company to handle the books whose rights will revert to me in the next five years. I’m also taking on selected others to publish. Since I’m so committed to self-publishing, I’ve purchased the rights back to Re/Paired. It’s temporarily unavailable because Loose Id no longer owns the rights. I’m revising it and giving it a little more polish, and it’ll be back in May.

Following that, Re/Claimed (Doms of the FBI 3) will finally see the light of day in July. I’ll post teasers as that date gets closer. If you’re a reviewer or a blogger interested in reading an ARC, please drop me a line at michelezurloauthor AT yahoo.com.

Dragon Kisses 3: Dragon War

In the months following Jonathan’s transformation, Laurel struggles to come to terms with her feelings for him and the horrific memories of time spent as a dragon’s slave. Jonathan struggles to be patient, but Laurel’s fear is breaking his heart. Niall and Cassie open a popular bakery and revel in the bliss of love and their new lives. Arabella pines for Tobin’s aspects to be reunited, and Nora discovers the secret of creating Zmaj offspring.

Meanwhile all Zmaj braces for the Inamanida attack that Tobin warned them about. When it finally comes, the Zmaj find themselves vastly outnumbered by enemy forces. In the violence that follows, everything changes.

Warnings: MFMM, MMMFF, MMFFM

Word Count: 32,450

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Universal Buy Link: https://books2read.com/u/meyyDR

Excerpt #1:

Giving her a half smile, I tried to move our conversation forward. “Can I get one of those baguettes?” I pulled a skirt from my bag. Evelyn and I were in business together, sort of. She made beautiful and functional clothing, and I modeled it so that people would want it for themselves. When I was little, my dreams hadn’t included becoming a fashion model, but that’s what I was. Without electricity or anything approaching technology, my Computer Engineering degree wasn’t going to do crap for me.

Cassie eyed the long skirt. I’d tie-dyed it red myself from crushed beetle shells. Those things were truly everywhere, even in a parallel dimension. They probably wandered through wormholes regularly.

“If you ask nicely.”

My head jerked around to the source of the voice before my brain processed the speaker. Turning, I found myself face-to-face with Cosmo. His jet black hair fell to his shoulders, curling slightly on the ends, and his black eyes regarded me intently. He had a strong jaw and sharp nose that worked to make him more imposing, yet it didn’t detract from his attractiveness.

He didn’t smile as he stood with his arms crossed and his weight leaning mostly on his left side. Our eyes met, and I quickly looked away. Yeah, I was a chicken. I wasn’t going to give sparks a chance to jump between us because I knew I couldn’t handle what he offered. I sidled a glance at Niall, but I turned my attention to Cassie and gave her the skirt. “Next time.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but Niall snaked his hand around her upper arm and jerked her to his side, hissing something for her ears only.

While Cosmo stared at me, Finley came into the store. He grinned when he saw me. “Laurel, you’ve been avoiding me.”

It was true. Though I was friends and business partners with his mother—Evelyn considered them all her son—I made sure my visits to her didn’t overlap with Jonathan’s. To my knowledge, Jonathan had been avoiding me as well. I’m sure if he wanted to see me, Evelyn would have made it happen by now. She wasn’t our matriarch for no reason.

I managed a small smile. “How’ve you been?”

His smile slipped a little. “I miss you. I thought we were going to be friends.”

I really didn’t know Cosmo or Finley, but they wouldn’t see it that way. “I told Jonathan we could continue to be friends, but he hasn’t been around.”

“It’s particularly hard for him to see you. If you reject Cosmo or me, you’re rejecting aspects of him, not the whole of me. Him. Us.”

Laughing at his pronoun slipup wasn’t something I could bring myself to do. Even he couldn’t decide if they were separate people or not.

He touched my hair lightly, bringing my attention back to him. “There’s still hope. That’s my point.”

There was no hope. “I don’t even know you.”

Excerpt #2:

The second I opened the door, Saskia jumped on me. Though she was small for a Zmaj, that only put her at about 6’2—two inches shorter than me. I caught her, but she was a powerful woman. We fell back so that she pinned me against the wall. She kissed me, her dual-tipped tongue snaking into my mouth to plunder what was hers as she slid her hand into my pants. I moaned as she wrapped her fingers around my cock, bringing it to life.

She broke the kiss suddenly and tightened her grip on my manhood. “You left without saying goodbye.”

“You were asleep. I said goodbye to Stellan.” Technically, I’d sucked his cock. No words had been uttered by either of us.

“You gave sex. This is not the same.”

I stroked a strand of her lime green hair away from her gorgeous face, and I extended the caress down her cheek. “I missed you too.”

Her bottom lip stuck out in a pout. “You will let me come to the bakery next time?”

I exhaled hard, mostly because she squeezed my cock to the edge of pain. “Saskia, you can’t come there because you don’t let me work.” My Zmaj was possessive of me and my time, but we were working on that. When I was at the bakery, I’d banned them from visiting because they inevitably got in the way. Even Taja, who loved to bake, had caused me to burn items too many times. Since they also had duties and responsibilities, they’d agreed to respect and support my career choice. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her to my chest. “But I’m not working now, so I’m all yours.”

Slowly her grip loosened, and she slid her hand from my pants. Her finger partially morphed into a claw, and she tugged at the fastener on my fly. My pants slid down my legs to pool at my ankles. I kicked out of them, careful not to move too much because Saskia still had a claw and she was now on her knees in front of me. Her tongue darted out to wet her upper lip. I widened my stance and leaned back against the coolness of the wall because where sex was concerned, I had no control. What my Zmaj wanted, they took—and I gladly gave.

Lifting my cock, she dipped her head and slid her wet tongue over my sac. I sucked air and closed my eyes. Playing light flicks over my sensitive skin, she barely touched me, and I knew the teasing was in some measure a punishment for leaving without waking each aspect that morning. Part of me had done it for selfish reasons—they’d want to have sex, and I’d slept in, so I didn’t have time, and I didn’t have it in me to refuse them. My Zmaj fed from my sexual energy, and so they were the opposite of selfish when it came to sex. They often didn’t care if they climaxed at all. It was a nice bonus, but not the point. Pushing me to the edge and keeping me there—that gave them immeasurable pleasure and more energy than ten meals.

“Saskia.” I moaned her name, a reverent caress that matched how I stroked her hair.

She ran her fingertips up and down my thighs, sending shivers to my belly, and she sucked my sac into her mouth. Warmth closed around my cock, and I opened my eyes to see Taja on her knees next to Saskia.

She winked at me as she drew my cock into her mouth, and then she let it go. “Welcome home, Niall. We don’t have time to tie you up right now, but you will not move.” I frequently disobeyed her orders because when I did, they only did things to me that were even more deliciously wicked. She ran her tongue along the ridge of my crown, and when she went to take me back into her mouth, I thrust, forcing my dick deeper than she’d anticipated.

Immediately, Saskia pulled my balls down, stretching them until I cried out. It hurt and it felt so fucking good. “You moved.”

Dragon Kisses 2: Claimed by the Enemy

Waking with no memory, Arabella finds herself courted by three men claiming to be her mates. Dragon shifters Tobin, Gerrit, and Blakely woo her with sweet words and deeds, convincing her that she’s always lived this fairy tale existence. Life is perfect until the Inamanida King decides the experiment has gone on long enough—and Tobin is ordered to turn Arabella over to be tortured and used by the entire clan.

Meanwhile Jonathan is working to help settle the humans in Zmaj’s outer city. As the son of a prominent human leader, finds himself thrust into a leadership role and having to liaise with creatures he was raised to fear. Soon he falls for Laurel, a beautiful woman recently arrived from Earth, but as secrets emerge, he faces a stark truth that could cost him everything.

Tobin and Jonathan must risk everything and deal with consequences that could cost them the fragile relationships they’ve built with the women they love.

Warnings: MFMM, MF

Word Count: 30,453

Buy from Amazon: https://amzn.to/2LBaLKf

Universal Buy Link: https://books2read.com/u/4AJJoA

Excerpt #1:

When Mom tried to get up, I grabbed her arm and forced her to sit still. My mother was nobody’s maid, and Laurel was capable of serving herself. A food-filled plate waited for her on the counter. Laurel tossed her long, sun-bleached hair over her shoulder, grabbed her plate, and joined us at the table.

“How did it go today?” Laurel flashed a friendly smile at my mom.

“We sold almost everything,” Mom said.

“No thanks to you,” I added.

“Jonathan!” Mom hissed, probably appalled at my lack of manners.

“She took off and didn’t do shit to help. We provide her with food and a bed, and she does nothing to help with that effort.” The apple-cinnamon bread turned sour in my mouth.

Laurel’s shirt had slid sideways, exposing one shoulder. It was a new design of my mother’s, and we’d sold out of them today. If she wasn’t so annoying, I might have noticed and appreciated the smoothness of her supple, tan skin. The sight of her sexy shoulder might have stirred me, so I focused on what I disliked about her. Laurel didn’t seem fazed by my bad mood. Her grin grew. “I modeled the shirt, Mr. Grouchy. I walked around all day, showing it off and telling people where to get it. I even approached a few of the Zmaj ladies. Did we make any headway there?”

Mom tilted her head and half nodded. “They need a certain fabric that is difficult to obtain. It works with their shifting abilities, appearing when they’re in human form and disappearing when they’re in dragon form. It doesn’t rip or become distorted. I’ve worked with it a few times, but my Zmaj never let me do anything out of the ordinary with it.”

Laurel nodded. “I bet if you ask Cassie, she’ll get you some. Her Zmaj seem to do anything she wants.”

“You sound jealous,” I said. “Did you leave your Zmaj because they wouldn’t do what you wanted?”

“Nope,” she returned smugly, her dark eyes sparkling and setting off something inside me. “I left because I’m not ready to settle down with men who inject venom into me to ensure my compliance.”

A flame lit in my belly—ignited by her look, not her words—and traveled up my spine. The heat threatened to overwhelm me, and so I gulped my water. My mother leaped to her feet. “Jonathan, are you all right?”

“Fine.” I waved her away, but she pushed my hand down and felt my forehead.

“You’re burning up.”

I felt like I was on fire. Across the table, Laurel merely smirked. I ignored her and concentrated on not burping smoke. Pain knifed through my midsection, and I doubled over, toppling to the floor. Laurel and my mother moved the table and bench out of the way, and as their shadows disappeared, I saw that my fingers had become talons. Horrified, I clutched my fist to my stomach and waited for the spasms to pass. This wasn’t the first time I’d had an attack of this kind, but this was by far worse than any of the others. Never before had my hand morphed. Deep down I knew Illion was right, but I refused to think about that right now. I desperately didn’t want to be a fucking—heartless, soulless—dragon.

After a time, the pain faded, as did the heat. Thankfully, my mother ceased trying to make me move or talk to her. Exhausted, I let my mother and Laurel help me to bed, where I immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Excerpt #2:

I woke to blinding sunlight, which meant the day was going to be boiling hot. Summers were the worst. At least my room was cool and comfortable. I sat up, and that’s when all the aches and pains hit. My head felt like a balloon, my shoulder killed, and I couldn’t move my arm. I looked down to see white bandages winding down the right side of my body, all the way to my foot. The left side looked okay, but it was murder to move.

The room in which I lay looked more like a bedroom than a hospital. The walls were white, as were the bed linens, and the curtains were deep brown. No bad or inspirational artwork hung on the barren walls. I’d woken up in a tampon commercial. The bed, by the way, was massive. It could swallow me and a few of my closest friends whole.

“You’re awake.”

Looking over, I hurt my neck and saw a gorgeous man coming through the door, so it was sort of worth the pain. He was quite large, broad-shouldered and full of muscles, yet he moved with pantherlike grace. His face was obscured by his long red hair, and thankfully he brushed it away. His face was just as appealing as his body, but he still gave me pause. For one, his eyes were the same shade of red as his hair, and that struck me as weird. Second, I didn’t know him.

He smiled and gently pushed my unhurt shoulder back down. “Don’t try to move. Your injuries are quite severe.”

I settled back on the pillows. “Who are you? Where am I?”

He frowned and pulled back a bit, regarding me as if I had lost my mind. “Who am I? You do not remember?”

I attempted to shake my head, but the movement hurt, so I said, “Remember what?”

His gaze traveled the length of my bandages. “You fell and hit your head. I feared you would not awaken.”

I feared I hadn’t awakened—or that I had lost my mind. “You haven’t told me who you are.”

“Tobin. Do you recall your name?”

Of course I knew my name—I just couldn’t think of it. I searched my mind, but it hid from me, heckling from behind a veil I couldn’t penetrate. “Where am I?”

“Home,” he said, his expression turning sad. “Arabella, you are home.” He opened his mouth to say more, but then he closed it. “I do not know if it is better for you to remember on your own—as you heal—or if I should tell you everything you wish to know.”

Arabella. That sounded right. Yes, the word took definite shape in the shadows of my memory. More was there, but it remained hidden. I tried to coax it out, but it was too timid—almost terrified. Pain knifed through my head, putting a halt to any of that activity. “Why am I not in a hospital?”

That one seemed to throw him, but he recovered quickly. “What would you get in a hospital that you wouldn’t get here? I have been and will continue to care for you.”

“Why?” I searched his face for clues. Why would he go through the time and expense of caring for someone with injuries as extensive as mine? “What am I to you?”

He glanced away, but not quickly enough to hide the flash of pain in his eyes.

This cloak-and-dagger stuff was going to drive me nuts, especially because it concerned my life. “Tobin, please be honest with me.”

“My mate.” He exhaled hard. “You are my mate, and your accident was my fault. I was irresponsible, full of hubris. I wanted to show off for you, and this was the result.”

Fear clutched at my heart, and the feeling of falling through the air made my stomach clench. Suddenly I felt cold and clammy. I tried to turn away so he wouldn’t see, but pain made it come faster. I vomited on my pillow.

Alternatives to Letting Go

Some of you may have noticed that Letting Go is no longer available for purchase. Normally when a contract period is up and the rights for a book revert to an author, the author can revise and self-publish the book. However, the former publisher of Letting Go interprets the right of first refusal clause differently from other publishers. They insist that nobody else (not even the author) can publish the book until the rights from every book in the series revert back to the author. Because I cannot afford a lawsuit to protest this interpretation, I’ve decided to pull Letting Go from circulation. As the rights from all books in that series revert, I’ll be pulling them all. By the end of 2015, Hanging On and Two Masters for Samantha will no longer be available. I have plans to significantly revise the first four books and republish them after December 2018, when the rights to book 7 will revert to me. Books 5-7 will not be republished once they’re gone. I plan to incorporate elements of them into the revisions, so all is not lost.

I like to force myself to look at the glass as half-full. On the plus side, I’ll be able to significantly revise them and publish them according to my original plan. My imagination runs a bit darker than the parameters set by other publishers, and I no longer have to change my writing and plotting style to suit someone else’s guidelines. Freedom comes at a price.

ReBound-FJM_Low_Res_500x750In the meantime, if you’re looking for some quality BDSM love stories, check out my Doms of the FBI series. They’re romantic suspense, so there’s an added element of danger. I have plans to expand that series as well. I’m purchasing the rights to book 2, and then I’ll put out book 3. Book 4 is in the works, but I don’t expect to have it done until 2016. Maybe late 2015. It depends on whether I change careers this year.

Kiss Me By Moonlight
Kiss Me By Moonlight

If you’re craving the angsty feel of a heroine and hero who make mistakes, love, and grow–if you want to laugh and cry–check out the Kiss Me Series. It doesn’t contain BDSM, but it’s a damn good story. Lacey and Dylan are two of my best creations.banner rough1

If you’re looking for some hot menage action and an action-adventure storyline, check out Dragon Kisses. Some of my readers who have said they don’t usually go for paranormal or shifter romancesgave it rave reviews. It’s definitely a different kind of shifterromance, and it’s more my style–especially book 3, which will tug at your heartstrings and make you cry.

BDSM Anthology–Now Available

Lost Goddess Publishing is proud to announce that Michele Zurlo and Nicoline Tiernan’s collaborative Hot Lunches are available as one anthology. As a bonus, we’ve included a never-before-seen MM short story called The Panther’s Mate.

bdsm anthologyBOTHCatherine and The Spanking Room: To celebrate a special night, Catherine visits Club Alegria’s infamous Spanking Room where she finds herself well used by Master Carlos. Warnings: m/f, f/f elements, m/f/m, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, flogging, sex toys, bondage

Master Eddie’s Sub: Marina finds herself in heaven when Eddie takes her to Club Alegria for her first public and group scenes. Warnings: m/f, m/f/m, m/f/f/m, f/f elements, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sex  toys, bondage.

Master Jett’s Surprise: When Amy agrees to be Zach’s  resent to his Master, her wildest fantasies come true.​Warnings: m/m/f, m/m, spanking, bondage, flogging, sex toys

The Panther’s Mate (previously unpublished bonus MM short): Jack wants nothing more than to meet Ridley Sawyer, the lead singer of his favorite band. When the hot celebrity notices Jack, sparks fly. But will the secret Ridley’s hiding scare away the man who could be his mate?
Word Count: 22, 048

 

Excerpt from Catherine and the Spanking Room:

He sat behind his desk, watching her intently, his expression unreadable. He had sexy eyes, unexpectedly blue against his Hispanic coloring, and his thick mane of dark hair made her  fingers itch to run her fingers through. An assortment of paddles, canes, and whips hung on the wall behind him, giving the office a decidedly dungeon feel. At last he clasped his hands together and leaned forward. “Catherine, you’ve been caught masturbating in class again.”

She lifted a shoulder and let it drop. “I can’t help it, Master Carlos. Every time I see you walking the halls, your muscles bulging out of your suit and your huge package front and center, just teasing me, I have to touch myself. It’s not my fault that everybody likes to watch.” The corner of his mouth twitched, and she took that as a good sign. She spread her legs and pushed the crotch of her panties over. “Would you like to watch?”

He came around the desk. She thought he’d perch on the corner where he’d have a better view of her pussy, but he hauled her from the chair and pushed her down over the hard wooden desktop. “Lift your arms up and hold on to the edge. Your punishment is a thorough spanking. If you climax while I’m smacking your ass, you will be punished further.”
Excerpt from Master Eddie’s Sub:

A glance down proved that Eddie was aroused by the idea of doing things to her in public, and that calmed her more than words could. He shifted her to stand in front of him. Master Carlos had released Catherine’s nipple, and now he worked on her ass with a wooden paddle. She shrieked and howled, but when he let up, she said, “Getting tired already, Master? I’m barely feeling it.” Her ass was a maze of redness, and bruises would no doubt appear in a little while.

Eddie slid his hands up Marina’s thighs, reaching under her shirt to knead her breasts. Marina relaxed against his strong body and let herself enjoy her Sir’s attention. Master Carlos resumed spanking Catherine, this time with a tree branch that whistled through the air and left welts across her ass and thighs, and Eddie slid his hand under her skirt and into her panties. Marina gasped when his probing fingers found her wet and ready. Though she didn’t want to be spanked, the sight of someone else being disciplined definitely turned her on. That, and Eddie’s proximity. Just the smell of him got her hot and bothered.

 

Excerpt from Master Jett’s Surprise:

“Amy, on your feet with your legs spread shoulder-width. Zach, I’m going to unwrap my present. Kneel on the bed so that you can watch.”
Zach shed his shorts and placed himself in position. He had a build that leaned more toward stocky, and his powerful physique lent him a beautiful grace. Master Jett openly admired his lover before turning his attention to Amy. She stood as he’d commanded, but her panties perched just above her knees instead of sliding down her legs. She left them alone, something for Master Jett to remove.

​Jett nudged her a bit, turning her so that Zach could have a prime view of her assets. He tugged at the wide, red bow draped over her breasts. It came loose easily, caressing her skin as he pulled it away. He set it on the bed and studied her. Amy resisted the urge to fidget. Both Zach and Jett had seen her nude before, but she’d never felt naked in their presence.Standing there in sexy lingerie, waiting for Jett to remove her clothes so that he could torture and fuck her, made her nervous for the first time.

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