Category Archives: Excerpts

Treasure Me (SAFE Security 1) is now on Pre-Order!

A New Series by Michele Zurlo

Treasure Me (SAFE Security 1) is coming your way December 1, 2016.

Catch up with David and Autumn in their exciting new series…

treasure-me-500x750Relocating to Kansas City with David and working for SAFE Security was everything Autumn thought she wanted…except that the job isn’t what she thought it would be, and her past seems to have a stranglehold on her emotions.

When Autumn takes a case without informing the rest of SAFE Security, she finds herself in hot water when secret victory blows up in her face. Her impulsive mistake almost costs their lives—and she soon finds herself jobless. Reeling from this failure and the way it’s damaged her relationships with David and the team, she vows to start fresh—with a new name and in a new city. Unfortunately a local crime boss has other ideas.

In the midst of a mission, David must rush back to try to stop Autumn from leaving—only to find that Autumn and her sister have disappeared. Can he find them in time to save them and his relationship with the woman he treasures?

In Treasure Me, Michele Zurlo delivers a sexy, action-packed adventure tale full of emotional twists and turns.

Warnings: Spanking, D/s, Dom who puts his foot in his mouth, bratty sub, fingerpainting

Enjoy this PG excerpt…

Dean greeted us at the top of the private staircase that connected the third and fourth floors. After our workout, I really wanted to take the elevator, but Frankie did not present that as an option, and I was afraid I’d lose any street cred I’d gained if I asked.

“Good workout?”

Frankie laughed. She had a husky, deep-throated laugh that always sounded genuine. “Not bad. I can still kick your ass later if you want.”

By sheer willpower, I made it up the last step. “She taught me how to get out from under someone who is sitting on my torso and choking me.”

Dean scratched his chin, and I saw a cut I hadn’t noticed before. “Did you know she’s trained in six different fighting disciplines? If she ever decides to become an MMA fighter, I’m betting on her.”

“I’d run the bets because the house always cleans up.” I grabbed his hand, halting the damage he was doing to his cut. “Let me put some antibiotic on that.”

Frankie rolled her eyes. “You should see the other guys.”

I didn’t know they’d been in a fight. I looked Frankie up and down, but I didn’t see a sign of injury. “What happened?”

“As our client feared, thieves attempted to steal the item while we were in transit. They were highly organized and skilled fighters. Six of them hit us while we were loading. Five of them are in the hospital.” With her trademark smile, she glided down the hall and disappeared around the corner.

I led Dean to his office where I knew he kept first-aid supplies. “What happened to the sixth person?”

“He gave up fighting after Frankie introduced his balls to his spine. I’ve never heard a human being make a sound that high in pitch.” He chuckled and sat on the guest chair facing the other side of his desk while I retrieved the first-aid kit from a shelf.

That’s when I noticed his new safe. It was beautiful, a plain, metallic gray strongbox that sat next to another safe. That one, which always sat out on his shelf, was a work of hand-crafted art. However, the new one caught my interest, and I breathed an exclamation. “Oh, Dean.”

“You’re sympathizing with the bad guys?” A note of incredulity crept into his voice, though he mostly sounded like he was teasing.

Though I’d grown up being one of the bad guys, I knew he didn’t honestly believe that I’d sympathize with his adversary. No, I was enthralled with his new safe. It was a Vault, a special edition safe from Vault and Security. They made between ten and fifty of a single design, each with a continuous weld and 6-gauge steel. I’d heard rumors that the locking bolts extended four inches into the frame, and that it contained a secondary set of locking bolts in the body of the safe that extended and twisted to form an even stronger bond. In order to get into that safe without knowing the combination, a thief would have to be a fucking awesome safe cracker, which I was, or they’d have to use an explosive to open it. A pry bar, ax, or sledgehammer wouldn’t work. The idea of getting into that thing made me wet. “I think I’m in love.”

Buy Links

Amazon: http://amzn.to/2dGr16n

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1168495645

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1124986474

KOBO: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/treasure-me-6

Release Day for Roping the Cowboy!!!!

I have written a cowboy story. In true Michele Zurlo fashion, there’s drama, adventure, humor, and deep emotionality. This is a sweet one, a truly heartwarming tale. After you read it, I really want to know about your favorite part.

Of course, I’m not doing this anthology alone. I’m with eight other talented authors, like Tina Donahue, Nicole Morgan, Rose Anderson, and others. We all went with the cowboy theme, though we chose many different genres.

Blurb:

Gavin, a bear shifter who left his clan to follow his dream to be a rancher, has nursed a crush on Mallory for years. With the death of her aunt—his boss—the ranch came to them both, and that’s when trouble started. She wants to sell, and he doesn’t.

Tasked with scattering the ashes of her beloved aunt at the source of the Big Bear River high in the mountains, Mallory must swallow her pride and ask Gavin, a laconic, sexy ranch hand, to guide her through the unfamiliar terrain.

rb4ucowboy-buyad

Excerpt:

Mallory spotted Gavin at the other end of the bar. Sitting on a stool and taking a swig from his beer mug, he seemed to be alone. Mallory took a seat on the opposite side and asked the bartender to send another beer to Gavin. The more alcohol in him, the more likely he would be to agree to be her guide so that she could fulfill Aunt Abbey’s final wish.

She watched Gavin exchange a few words with the barkeep, and then he looked down at her end of the bar, pushed his Stetson back, and raised his glass. The woman sitting next to Mallory, an attractive blonde, smiled back and blew a kiss.

Mallory wasn’t sure whether that was a good sign. She’d hoped to foster goodwill with her gesture and to also get him a little plastered.  As much as she didn’t want that goodwill to go to the woman sitting next to her, Mallory couldn’t help but think she’d dodged a bullet.

Then the barkeep pointed again. Gavin spit the beer he’d just swigged into his mug and pushed it away. He got up and turned away, and she knew he planned to leave, so she hurried to the other end of the bar and put her hand on his arm. “Gavin—”

“No.”

“But you—”

“No.”

“At least hear me out.”

“I heard you out. There’s nothing more I want to hear from you.”

“But—”

“No.” He turned to face her, and she felt the undiminished force of his hatred. “Get the hell away from me.”

Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M0V7X71

rb4u-cowboy-3dmediumAuthor Bio:

Author Bio: I’m Michele Zurlo, author of the Doms of the FBI series and many other stories. I write contemporary and paranormal, BDSM and mainstream—whatever it takes to give my characters the happy endings they deserve.

I’m not half as interesting as my characters. My childhood dreams tended to stretch no further than the next book in my to-be-read pile, and I aspired to be a librarian so I could read all day. I ended up teaching middle school, so that fulfilled part of my dream. Some words of wisdom from an inspiring lady had me tapping out stories on my first laptop, so in the evenings, romantic tales flow from my fingertips.

I’m pretty impulsive when it comes to big decisions, especially when it’s something I’ve never done before. Writing is just one in a long line of impulsive decisions that turned out to showcase my great instincts. Find out more at http://www.michelezurloauthor.com or @MZurloAuthor.

Find Me at these places:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MZurloAuthor

Blog: https://michelezurloauthor.wordpress.com/

Website: http://www.michelezurloauthor.com/

Michele Zurlo’s Aug 17 Update

Hey there! It’s been a while since I’ve posted an update, so here goes–

My editor sent back edits for Re/Viewed (DFBI 6). It’s quite a long manuscript, so I’ve asked her to find places to cut out excess verbiage. She gave me a few suggestions, but most of it is staying. It takes longer to develop a three main characters and their separate love triangle issues, so it’ll still end up being longer than all the other FBI books. Most of you will be happy about that.

12938342_10209117629719941_1284887546926593190_nI’m also getting ready for the MLBU conference in Minneapolis in October. I hope, hope, hope to see you there! If you need information, here’s a link to the website.

On the WIP front, I’m making great progress in the SAFE Security front. I have a working title, suggested by my wife/editor: Looking In. We also threw around On the Outside. It’s a play with “on the outside looking in,” which is how Autumn has felt for most of her life. In this novel, she’s being forced to confront issues with her past and issues with David. If you’ll recall, they still have some things to work through. Add to that her penchant for getting in trouble, and you have one heck of a plot (which I hope everybody likes!)

WIP memeHow about a teaser? Please keep in mind that this is a completely UNEDITED and UNFINALIZED and TENTATIVE work in progress.

“Are you being good, Sugar?” The seductive timbre of David’s low voice came through on a clear cell signal.

I glanced around the lobby of the SAFE Security offices to make sure no one might have overheard the sexual undertones of his question, but the gesture was pointless. Dean and Frankie had left twenty minutes ago to catch a plane to Miami. That had annoyed the hell out of me. Here I was, trying to show them how valuable I could be as an office manager, and there they were, still making their own arrangements for their missions. I hadn’t even known that Dean and Frankie had something scheduled. It rankled that they didn’t trust me enough to let me know they had client, and that they totally neglected to ask me to arrange the flight, accommodations, and whatever else they’d need.

Still, it was good to hear David’s voice. He’d left two days ago with Jesse. The two of them had been charged with retrieving a stolen painting by Cubist artist Marie Laurencin called Danseuses Espagnoles. Their client had found it, but after a three-year investigation by the FBI, no action had been taken. They were tired of waiting for the legal channels to work. At least David trusted me enough to let me sit in with him and Jesse while they processed the contract, and Jesse had set me up with an access account and a company credit card so that I could book the flight to Phoenix and rent a house with sightlines into the property of the thief.

But my Sir waited for a response. I wondered if he’d found some time away from Jesse or if Jesse was throwing David a disgusted look and wishing he was elsewhere. I wrinkled my nose at the idea of ‘being good’ and rearranged the pens in my drawer. The collective quartet had left me with absolutely nothing to do. The clang of plastic against metal echoed through the reception room. My new desk was the only furniture in the space. As SAFE Security saw people by appointment only, they hadn’t felt the need to make a comfortable waiting area.

“Good” was one of those meaningless, relative terms, and I knew what he was really asking. “If you’re asking whether I’ve broken any laws, then—yes. I’m being good. If you’re asking whether I’ve completed any of the items on the list you left me, then—no. I’ve been naughty. You might need to hurry back and give me a thorough spanking.”

Guy for blog picOn the other end of the line, David chuckled. “Don’t worry. You’ll get something when I get back. You still have a few days to do the things on that list.”

Kissing Bandits Weekend Teaser #rebound #michelezurlo

Re/Bound

Blurb: Picking herself up after the devastating loss of her master is more difficult rebound fb3than 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

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

Excerpt:

rebound500by750She 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 heartin his chest wanted to shrivel up and die at the thought of not seeing her. She nodded. “I’d like that.”

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authormichelezurlo/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MZurloAuthor

Blog: https://michelezurloauthor.wordpress.com/

Website: http://www.michelezurloauthor.com/

Buy Links: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1RAak9CqlQo4ckl68HnulIfifLOC4kZDUN6om0ywg77s/edit?usp=sharing

Author Bio: I’m Michele Zurlo, author of the Doms of the FBI series and many other stories. I write contemporary and paranormal, BDSM and mainstream—whatever it takes to give my characters the happy endings they deserve.

I’m not half as interesting as my characters. My childhood dreams tended to stretch no further than the next book in my to-be-read pile, and I aspired to be a librarian so I could read all day. I ended up teaching middle school, so that fulfilled part of my dream. Some words of wisdom from an inspiring lady had me tapping out stories on my first laptop, so in the evenings, romantic tales flow from my fingertips.

I’m pretty impulsive when it comes to big decisions, especially when it’s something I’ve never done before. Writing is just one in a long line of impulsive decisions that turned out to showcase my great instincts. Find out more at http://www.michelezurloauthor.com or @MZurloAuthor.

 

Re/Leased–The First Kiss @MZurloAuthor #romanticsuspense

This is the fifth book in the fan favorite Doms of the FBI series. If you haven’t stumbled upon this series yet, this book stands alone, though characters from previous books do appear in it.

Blurb:

released 500Honoring a promise he made to his late mother, David Eastridge, part owner of SAFE Security, returns home one final time—to help his father find the culprit responsible for embezzling three million dollars from his company. It should be an easy job—his father already has a suspect in mind.

After a series of tragic events that robbed her of a father and put her sister in a coma, Autumn Sullivan was forced to take on several jobs just to get by. She’s an accounting assistant by day, an occasional service Domme on the weekend, and a thief-for-hire by night.

David’s strategy of hiring Autumn—as a submissive—backfires when he finds himself enchanted by her sense of humor and playful attitude. Determined to prove her innocence, he enlists the help of Malcolm Legato and Agent Keith Rossetti to dig deeper. This enigmatic submissive is openly hiding things from him. Her secretive nature and the bread crumbs she drops about her past don’t add up—not even when he assigns Jesse Foraker, his SAFE Security buddy—to tail her and search her apartment. None of them are prepared for what the FBI uncovers.

Falling in love wasn’t in the plan, but David makes her believe that she isn’t doomed to live a solitary life. Plunged into a world of lies and espionage—with a serial killer after her—Autumn is forced to come to terms with her past if she is to have any hope of a future with David.

Warnings: BDSM party games, sex toys, bondage, flogging, spanking, and a trip to the beach

Order from Amazon

Order from iTunes

Order from Barnes and Noble

Excerpt:

Bracing her foot against his—without crossing the line—she leaned over and picked up a mint with her teeth. Before he could pull her, she was back. He bent his knees to line up his mouth with hers. “This doesn’t count as kissing.”

With the peppermint effectively gagging her, she couldn’t respond.

He used his tongue to take the candy, dipping into her mouth to snake it around the treat. His bowl was closer, and he was taller, so he didn’t need her leverage to make the deposit.

She didn’t dawdle. As soon as he was upright, she grabbed the next one. They worked quickly and efficiently, though each time his lips came into contact with hers, he had to force himself not to take his time and explore the sparks that kept igniting. Later he’d dazzle her with his tongue wrestling skills.

“Time!”

The verbal buzzer sounded as Bree was on her way to get another peppermint. David pulled her back to him, wrapped his free arm around her bare waist, and reined in the passion simmering in his veins. Her gaze fixated on his lips, and he wondered if she truly was a switch and, if so, was she in submissive headspace right now? Pushing aside the reasons his mission sanctioned his actions, he traced his thumb along her lower lip before cupping the side of her head with the hand still bound to hers. “This counts.”

He closed his mouth over hers, taking what he wanted. She tasted of mint and a sweetness that had nothing to do with sugar. Her body softened against his, and she tilted her head a little more to give him better access. Chemical reactions burst through his senses in a series of tiny detonations that drove him to deepen his foray. She grasped his sleeve, her nails digging the slightest bit into his arm, and a soft, kittenish moan sounded in the back of her throat.

Links:

Pre-Order from Amazon: http://amzn.to/1P1Lcs4

Pre-Order from iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1119039931

Midwestern Book Lovers Unite: https://dominantpersuasions.com/

Doms of the FBI page: http://www.michelezurloauthor.com/doms-of-the-fbi.html

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authormichelezurlo/

Twitter: @MZurloAuthor

Re/Leased–The Mercenary @MZurloAuthor #romanticsuspense

Thanks for hosting this announcement of the release of Re/Leased! This is the fifth book in the fan favorite Doms of the FBI series. If you haven’t stumbled upon this series yet, this book stands alone, though characters from previous books do appear in it.

Blurb:

released 500Honoring a promise he made to his late mother, David Eastridge, part owner of SAFE Security, returns home one final time—to help his father find the culprit responsible for embezzling three million dollars from his company. It should be an easy job—his father already has a suspect in mind.

After a series of tragic events that robbed her of a father and put her sister in a coma, Autumn Sullivan was forced to take on several jobs just to get by. She’s an accounting assistant by day, an occasional service Domme on the weekend, and a thief-for-hire by night.

David’s strategy of hiring Autumn—as a submissive—backfires when he finds himself enchanted by her sense of humor and playful attitude. Determined to prove her innocence, he enlists the help of Malcolm Legato and Agent Keith Rossetti to dig deeper. This enigmatic submissive is openly hiding things from him. Her secretive nature and the bread crumbs she drops about her past don’t add up—not even when he assigns Jesse Foraker, his SAFE Security buddy—to tail her and search her apartment. None of them are prepared for what the FBI uncovers.

Falling in love wasn’t in the plan, but David makes her believe that she isn’t doomed to live a solitary life. Plunged into a world of lies and espionage—with a serial killer after her—Autumn is forced to come to terms with her past if she is to have any hope of a future with David.

Warnings: BDSM party games, sex toys, bondage, flogging, spanking, and a trip to the beach

Order from Amazon

Order from iTunes

Order from Barnes and Noble

Excerpt:

He parked, and they walked to the entrance. Autumn’s pace slowed considerably as they approached the gates. He paused to let her take in the magnificence of the entrance. “It’s impressive.”

She panned the area, taking it all in. “That’s a very large tiger statue.”

Darcy tugged at Malcolm’s arm.  “Let’s get our picture with it.” She thrust her camera at Autumn. “Will you take it?”

“Sure.” Autumn waited until they were positioned, and then she clicked several photos. Then she whirled, her hand shooting out to grab the wrist of a passerby. She twisted it, putting enough pressure near the base of the thumb to cause serious pain. The boy cried out, but she lacked mercy. She twisted harder. “You sincerely don’t want to do that. My boyfriend is a mercenary, and he’s not the forgiving type.”

David wasn’t sure what she was doing, but he knew he needed to intervene. Before he could say anything, the boy reached in his pocket and handed over a wallet—David’s wallet. Too wrapped up in Autumn, he’d let down his guard. He checked to make sure nothing was gone. “Thanks.”

Autumn eased the pressure on the boy’s wrist. “This isn’t the life you want. You should think about choosing another career.” She let go, and the boy disappeared into the crowd.

Malcolm and Darcy returned, and Autumn gave Darcy her phone back.

“What happened?” Malcolm asked.

“A pickpocket tried for my wallet, and Sugar caught him.”

A light blush stole up her cheeks, probably at his public use of the nickname. “Crowds make for easy targets. You have to watch out.”

Darcy looked impressed. “It’s a good thing you were watching. I’m not that observant.” She gestured toward the tiger statue. “Your turn.”

After handing his phone to Darcy, he slung his arm around Autumn’s waist and steered her toward the statue. “I’d love it if you didn’t call me a mercenary in public. It sends the wrong message.”

“Yeah, but ‘security specialist’ just makes you sound like a mall cop. Nothing against mall cops, but they’re not big, bad, and dangerous like you.”

Links:

Pre-Order from Amazon: http://amzn.to/1P1Lcs4

Pre-Order from iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1119039931

Midwestern Book Lovers Unite: https://dominantpersuasions.com/

Doms of the FBI page: http://www.michelezurloauthor.com/doms-of-the-fbi.html

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authormichelezurlo/

Twitter: @MZurloAuthor

Michele Zurlo’s News: Re/Leased (Doms of the FBI 5) is HERE! #romantic suspense

Re/Leased is released!

Your wait is over! Re/Leased (Doms of the FBI 5) is here. I’m very excited about this one. Summer and David were a pleasure to write. While this novel definitely fits in the DFBI series, it’s also setting the stage for a spin-off series set to launch in early 2017.

Blurb

released 1Honoring a promise he made to his late mother, David Eastridge, part owner of SAFE Security, returns home one final time—to help his father find the culprit responsible for embezzling three million dollars from his company. It should be an easy job—his father already has a suspect in mind.

After a series of tragic events that robbed her of a father and put her sister in a coma, Autumn Sullivan was forced to take on several jobs just to get by. She’s an accounting assistant by day, an occasional service Domme on the weekend, and a thief-for-hire by night.

David’s strategy of hiring Autumn—as a submissive—backfires when he finds himself enchanted by her sense of humor and playful attitude. Determined to prove her innocence, he enlists the help of Malcolm Legato and Agent Keith Rossetti to dig deeper. This enigmatic submissive is openly hiding things from him. Her secretive nature and the bread crumbs she drops about her past don’t add up—not even when he assigns Jesse Foraker, his SAFE Security buddy—to tail her and search her apartment. None of them are prepared for what the FBI uncovers.

Falling in love wasn’t in the plan, but David makes her believe that she isn’t doomed to live a solitary life. Plunged into a world of lies and espionage—with a serial killer after her—Autumn is forced to come to terms with her past if she is to have any hope of a future with David.

Warnings: BDSM party games, sex toys, bondage, flogging, spanking, and a trip to the beach

Word Count: 108,000

Buy from Amazon/FREE on KU: https://amzn.to/30bvYh4

Excerpt

David regarded Autumn regretfully. “I didn’t bring ropes. Maybe next time.”

“Here.” Jordan appeared out of nowhere. He handed a coil to David. “You can use mine. Amy’s not one for public play. Yet.”

Autumn fingered the rope. The silk caressed her back. “I’m game if you are.” David didn’t respond, so she lifted her arms. “It’s okay if this is your first time. Everybody’s a virgin once.”

“It’s been a while.” David untied the knot holding the coil together. “You’re going to need to be patient.”

She encouraged with a smile. “I’ve got all evening.”

Jordan took a few steps back to give them privacy. David worked quietly and with methodical meticulousness.

Autumn mostly watched his face, but her gaze was repeatedly drawn to the way his shoulders and arms moved. Muscles bunched and elongated, and the deeper he concentrated, the more he sucked the corner of his upper lip. Autumn was tempted to offer to suck it for him. Instead she chose to say something innocuous. “You’re cute when you’re concentrating.”

He glanced up, surprised, and his knot-weaving fingers stuttered.

She raised her eyebrows. “Let me guess—nobody’s ever told you that you were cute before?”

“You’re not at all what I expected.”

“You wanted a leggy blonde with huge fake boobs?”

He exhaled a laugh. “No.”

“Botox lips and cherry red lipstick?”

“Hell, no. I just didn’t think you’d be so forward.”

“Ahh.” She sighed knowingly. “I’m not demure, and that’s a turn off.”

“Not at all. It’s refreshing. I like that you’re lighthearted and that you feel free to tease and flirt. I’m having fun, and I didn’t think I would.” He went back to looping rope.

Autumn knew she wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the world. Her looks were passable, and most of the time she downplayed them to fly under the radar. She did the same thing with her personality, though she was letting it off the leash more often tonight than she usually did. She watched him untie the knot and try again. “Maybe you want to ask Jordan for help.” She used her whispering skills so nobody but David would hear. “I don’t know how to tie that one either.”

He looked around, but Jordan was working with another couple, so he signaled the original presenter who was walking around with his sub and giving pointers. David offered his hand. “You’re Malcolm, right? I’m David Eastridge.”

Malcolm nodded. “Jordan told me you were here tonight. Glad you could make it. Frankie speaks highly of you.” His sub waited patiently as Malcolm talked David through making a double coin knot.

“That’s it. Then do the same thing in the back. It looks good, and it’ll keep the corselet from slipping too much when she moves.” Malcolm and David moved behind her to work. “I hear you’re looking into CalderCo?”

“No work talk.” Malcolm’s sub broke her silence with that hissed reminder.

“Sweetheart, you just lost one stroke of the cane.”

Though Autumn couldn’t see the sub’s face, she could feel the palpable disappointment. Only a Painslut would be upset about one less hit with a cane. However, that wasn’t what made her flinch. How, exactly, was David “looking into” CalderCo? That was where she worked as an accountant. It was her one anchor to the normal world, the cover for her extracurricular activities, and it paid for the majority of her sister’s care. Did he know she worked there?

Oh, the questions she had and couldn’t ask. Wait—yes she could. “CalderCo? That’s a shipping company. I thought you were in analytics?”

“I am.” David came around to her side. Malcolm showed him how to tie off the corselet and adjust the placement of the final knot. When he looked at her, his expression was shuttered. “How does that feel?”

She ran her palms over the ropes. “Great. And it looks fantastic.” Turning around, she found Malcolm assessing the attempt with a critical eye. His sub was still pouting over her punishment. Autumn felt sorry for her.

“Malcolm, meet Bree. Bree, this is Malcolm.”

“Nice to meet you, Bree.” He turned to his sub. “This is my wife, Darcy. She and a few of her friends arranged this whole party.”

“It’s a lovely party. I very much enjoyed the first game. It revealed so much about technique and finesse.”

Darcy laughed. “It did, didn’t it? Amy said I’d like you.”

“Amy is your sister? There’s definitely a family resemblance. You’re both so beautiful.”

Malcolm put his arm around his wife and pulled her against his side, pinching her ass hard as he did so. “It’s almost time for the next game.”

Bliss parted Darcy’s lips, a reaction to the pinch. “Layla’s announcing this one, but thank you anyway, Master.” Her eyes opened, and she focused on Autumn. “If you liked the first game, you’ll love the second one. And later, there’s one where your Sir will have to guide you, blindfolded, through an obstacle course, using only a crop and his voice. Then there’s the gauntlet, if you’re brave enough to walk down an aisle lined with sadists armed with paddles.”

Malcolm rolled his eyes at his wife’s near-orgasmic listing of the festivities. “Which you won’t be doing in your condition.”

“Congratulations.” David caught on a few seconds before Autumn did. “When are you due?”

“In seven months. This is baby number two for us. Our son is eight months old. Yep, barefoot and pregnant, that’s me since the day we met.” From the sarcasm in Darcy’s reply, Autumn couldn’t tell whether the woman was happy or upset.

Malcolm grinned as he kissed Darcy’s temple. “What can I say? My boys are powerful swimmers. They laugh in the face of both condoms and birth control pills.”

“Let’s see how amused they are when you get a vasectomy.”

Autumn couldn’t help but laugh at Darcy’s dry tone. She clamped a hand over her mouth and buried her face in David’s shirt to hide her laughter. He hugged her to him, and his chest shook with silent amusement as well.

“I’m going to get her something to eat. Pregnancy has made Darcy start hallucinating when she’s hungry.” With that, he dragged her off toward the barn.

Autumn looked up at David. With her body pressed to his and the way he held her, it was an intimate pose. “I bet she’s a handful.”

A slow grin lightened his eyes. “I bet you are as well.”

She shrugged. “It’s been known to happen.”

The light in his eyes dimmed, and his mood grew sober. “I have really big hands.”

This wasn’t supposed to get serious. She dropped her gaze, severing the spell he was weaving. When she lifted it again, she attempted to make his eyes turn lighter again. She was beginning to really like that cinnamon brown color. “All men think they have big hands.”

It worked. He laughed.

Re/Leased (DFBI 5) is on Pre-Order #romanticsuspense @MZurloAuthor

Re/Leased (Doms of the FBI 5) is now available for pre-order!

released 500Blurb: Honoring a promise he made to his late mother, David Eastridge, part owner of SAFE Security, returns home one final time—to help his father find the culprit responsible for embezzling three million dollars from his company. It should be an easy job—his father already has a suspect in mind.

After a series of tragic events that robbed her of a father and put her sister in a coma, Autumn Sullivan was forced to take on several jobs just to get by. She’s an accounting assistant by day, an occasional service Domme on the weekend, and a thief-for-hire by night.

David’s strategy of hiring Autumn—as a submissive—backfires when he finds himself enchanted by her sense of humor and playful attitude. Determined to prove her innocence, he enlists the help of Malcolm Legato and Agent Keith Rossetti to dig deeper. This enigmatic submissive is openly hiding things from him. Her secretive nature and the bread crumbs she drops about her past don’t add up—not even when he assigns Jesse Foraker, his SAFE Security buddy—to tail her and search her apartment. None of them are prepared for what the FBI uncovers.

Falling in love wasn’t in the plan, but David makes her believe that she isn’t doomed to live a solitary life. Plunged into a world of lies and espionage—with a serial killer after her—Autumn is forced to come to terms with her past if she is to have any hope of a future with David.

Warnings: BDSM party games, sex toys, bondage, flogging, spanking, and a trip to the beach

Word Count: 111,121

Pre-Order from Amazon

Pre-Order from iTunes

Pre-Order from Barnes and Noble

First chapter excerpt you’ll find nowhere else:

“CalderCo is hurting badly, David. There’s nobody else I trust to straighten it out.”

The message ended, leaving David staring at his phone. So many thoughts and fierce feelings pummeled his brain that he couldn’t quite sort them out. Thirteen years had passed since he’d walked out on his father. Harsh words hadn’t needed to flow between them because they’d already been said—whispered vehemently and shouted at the tops of their lungs—from the time David was old enough to rebel against the way his father insisted on controlling every aspect of his life.

His mother’s death had sealed the deal. He’d packed his bags before the funeral, and he had been gone before his father had arrived home from the wake. Eighteen and freshly graduated, the world had been his for the taking. Eschewing his father’s money and connections, he’d forged his own path just fine.

“You don’t have to go.” Dean Alloway pulled David from the darkness of his bitter memories.

David had met Dean in the Marines, and the duo had become fast friends. They’d saved each other’s asses more times than either could count. He sighed heavily. “Yes, I do. I promised my mother on her deathbed that I’d come when he called—but only once.” The feud between David and his father had been going on for as long as he could remember. His mother used to run interference. When she was around, David could breathe. He could be himself and not have to worry about the fallout. Once she fell ill, he and his father had taken steps to hide their hatred for one another.

But, of course, she hadn’t been fooled. “One day, your father is going to need you, David,” she’d said, her voice raspy and weak. “Be there for him. Do this for me. I love you.” She’d been too spent to say more, and she’d slipped away within the hour.

“Fine.” Dean folded his hands on the table. He was a bigger guy than he seemed. The sweaters, vests, and dress pants went a long way toward disguising the bulky muscles earned during years of heavy physical labor, and the metrosexual haircut completed the image. Dean was all about understated power and surprising the enemy. And manicures. David had never met another man who got weekly manicures, yet could also neutralize a target with one well-placed blow. “Tell me what you need. Frankie, Jesse, and I are here for you, man. You’re not alone. We’d never leave you hanging.”

“I know you wouldn’t, but this is something I have to do on my own.”

“No, you don’t.” Frankie Sikara sauntered in, a wet towel draped over her shoulder. She kissed the top of his head before flopping down on the chair next to him. “Sell that bullshit elsewhere.”

David hadn’t known Frankie was in the building. From the black leggings and sports bra, he deduced that she’d spent the morning in the gym. “Jesse in the shower?”

“Yep. I kicked his ass, and now I’m leaving him alone to cry it out.” She winked to let them know that Jesse didn’t need medical attention. Frankie Sikara was one tough woman. Trained in six different martial arts, she was deadlier than any of them. “I heard part of the message. Let’s hear the whole thing.”

“We’ll wait for Jesse,” Dean countered. “You can go ahead and grab a shower.”

They had one locker room in the facility, which wasn’t the issue outsiders thought it would be. Once you’d been through hell and back with someone, little things like that ceased to matter. She was one of the guys. Frankie glared at Dean. “I already did, genius.”

Dean frowned, which made him look all kinds of menacing and foreboding. Well, as foreboding as someone in a designer sweater could get. “You’re not wearing a shirt.”

“Another point for Captain Obvious.” Frankie’s dark eyes flashed, and David found himself smiling. The dress code was an ongoing point of contention between these two. “I’m waiting for my hair to dry so it doesn’t get my shirt wet. If the sight of my bra offends you, I can take it off.” Crossing her arms, she grasped the elastic band on the lower part of her sports bra.

Dean’s expression didn’t change, and that was a challenge Frankie wouldn’t ignore.

As amusing as it was, David held up a hand. “How about you two parking lot the issue?”

“Dress code again?” Jesse Foraker came in, also missing a shirt. As he kept his hair high and tight, he didn’t have Frankie’s reason for going topless. “If you want us to wear shirts, then maybe you should stop stealing them from our lockers?”

The frown on Dean’s face melted. He shrugged. “I left replacements.”

“I’m not wearing that fucking shirt. It looks like I should be chugging a beer in a bowling alley.” Jesse inclined his head toward the lone phone on the table. “What’s going on?”

“David’s dad called.”

Jesse lifted a brow. “Damn. How long has it been?”

“Thirteen years.” David hadn’t thought about his father in so long that he’d stopped measuring the time. “I don’t know how he got my number.”

“I’m going to blame the Internet,” Frankie said. “It’s not like you’re hiding.”

“No, but I changed my name.” He’d taken his mother’s maiden name, Eastridge, when he’d cut ties. Accepting that his friends weren’t going to let him handle this alone, David played the message again.

Three million dollars is missing from the company. This is going to break us if I can’t find it, or at least find out who’s responsible. I’m at a loss, David. The best guess I got is a woman, an employee named Autumn Sullivan. Something isn’t right about her, and not just because she’s into all that whips and chains crap. Anyway, I don’t have hard evidence. CalderCo is hurting badly, David. There’s nobody else I trust to straighten it out.

Jesse frowned. “Why doesn’t he conduct an audit? He can turn the findings over to the FBI, and they’ll prosecute. Insurance should cover the loss.”

This was another point of contention between David and his father. “My dad’s business is like an iceberg. Some stuff is above board, but there’s a lot hidden under the water. There’s no way he’ll want law enforcement looking through his books.”

Dean pressed his fingertips together. “How dirty are we talking? Mob connections?”

“Possibly. I’ve long suspected that he launders money. It could explain his desperation. If he’s lost money belonging to the mob, they’re not going to be patient while he goes looking for it.” David had turned his back on the family business from a young age. It would only have given his father control over that part of his life too. “I’d love to see what the FBI has on him.”

Frankie stood. “On it.” She nailed Dean with a hard look. “I have extra shirts, but I would appreciate having back the one you took.”

“It’s in your office.” Dean pointed to Jesse. “So is yours.”

“Great. I’ll dig up the dirt on Autumn Sullivan.” Jesse followed Frankie out the door.

Left alone with Dean, David waited for his buddy to deliver his opinion. “You’re not going in there alone. We’ll research, do some recon, and then develop a plan.”

These people were his family—always there to support him. Now they were going to help him honor his mother’s memory. Before he choked on his emotions, David agreed to the plan. “Thanks.”

Kissing Bandits Welcomes Dawn Tomasko

Kissing Bandits Blog welcomes Dawn Tomasko, author of Tides of Hope

About Dawn: Dawn Tomasko has been writing since she was a child. It’s important to Dawn for readers to connect with her characters on an emotional level, and she likes strong heroines and strong heroes. Besides writing, she works in the medical field, loves spending time with her family and is an avid veggie and perennial gardener. Romance Writers of America has given her many opportunities to learn her craft and network with other writers. She loves hearing from readers, and invites you to visit her webpage, www.dawntomasko.com. Dawn would love to chat with readers about their favorite books or anything at all! 

Blurb:

TidesofHope_MEDSara Shepard is newly divorced, estranged from her college-bound daughter and determined to rebuild her life on Nantucket Island. The last thing she wants is a billionaire ex-CEO turned carpenter hanging around. Even if he is gorgeous.

But that’s exactly what he does…he’s been hired to remodel her beach house, so he’ll be up close and personal.

Gabriel Donovan is instantly attracted to Sara, but it’s much more than her beautiful face and curvy body that pulls at him. He admires her fiercely guarded independence, but it’s the woman underneath it all that makes him want to tear down the walls she’s built around her heart.

Sara wants nothing to do with Gabriel, at least that what she keeps telling herself. She’s on the island to rebuild her life, not fall for a sexy carpenter who undresses her with his eyes, makes her laugh and sees right through her defenses.

Once they give in to their explosive chemistry, a dangerous ex-husband, a dirty secret from Gabriel’s past and a horrific accident threaten to destroy what Sara and Gabriel have found together.

Excerpt:

Sara listened with rising dismay.  He would not back down.  Dear God, he was leaving her.  What had she done?  Her breath fractured, and her heart along with it. Stupid fool, she opened her life and heart to let him in, and he was ending it, because of a critical fault in her nature.  Another epic failure.  Sara’s hand shook as she held it out to him.  “Gabriel, please, don’t do this.”

The indigo eyes she so loved swam with moisture.  “This is killing me, Sara.  I can’t do it this way anymore.  If I waited this long to find someone to share my life with, I can’t accept less than full measure.  I understand I’m changing the rules. I know what I’m asking and what a risk this is for you.  Find the courage,” he challenged, “because I promise you, I’ll give you everything I have it in me to give.  But that’s what I need from you.”

Buy from Amazon

12 Days of Dominant Persuasions–Day 12

Dominant Persuasions: Twelve tales of dominance and submission…where mastery meets passion.

12 Scintillating tales of Dominance and submission as told by your favorite Amazon, NYT, & USA Today Bestselling Authors.

In a world of power plays, and safewords, only the strongest can find pleasure in submission. From strangers passing in the night, to lifetime loves that spark with new life; join us in the intriguing world of BDSM. No is not a safeword, and this deal is only available for a limited time!

Featured Novellas:

Dom Persusions CoverSubmission Dance by Lori King

Out of Order by Bella Juarez

Surrender Her Inhibitions by Nicole Morgan

Make Believe Submissive by Daisy Philips

Under His Protection by Doris O’Connor

Broken by Julia Sykes

The Sub That Got Away by Amy J. Hawthorn

In His Hands by Raven McAllan

Indulge by Sherri Hayes

Submitting To Temptation by Jan Graham

Fire and Ice (An Excerpt from KNOTTED) by Juliet Braddock

Yes, Justin (Expanded Edition) by Michele Zurlo

 

Visit our Webpage: http://DominantPersuasions.wordpress.com

Buy Links:

Amazon: http://goo.gl/sfKnNu

Amazon UK: http://goo.gl/1tvvQl

Amazon CA: http://goo.gl/9DFjlm

Amazon AU: http://goo.gl/PJ0INF

B&N: http://goo.gl/CRmMDB

Kobo: https://goo.gl/AB0vbD

Blurb for In His Hands by Raven McAllan

Raven McAllen

In Monsoon season in Hong Kong, anything can happen…Even so, the last thing Caness Clacher expected was to meet a Dom. The very man who made her want to sink to her knees and say, ‘Yes, Sir’. Unbeknown to her Patrick Lim had waited a long time to claim Caness as his sub. Without electricity and with a monsoon raging, it’s time to explore their desires. Will the elements work in their favor or not… Only time—and a scene—will tell.

 

Enjoy this excerpt from In His Hands by Raven McAllan

“Sodding monsoon, stops everything.”

He looked down the alley toward the main road, where the traffic was queuing in a never-ending stream of vehicles streaming past, even if it was at a slow, slower or stop and start pace. “Everything?”

His raised eyebrow made her chuckle. “Almost everything. But the two hour get home or be stranded warning was over an hour ago. I’m on borrowed time. Fuck. Look, Mr. Whoever, nice to meet you, and all that, but seriously I aught to go.”

“You aught to be spanked for language like that. Don’t let me hear it again. Unless of course you want a spanking. That would be my pleasure.”

To judge by the gush of liquid that dampened her panties yet again, it would be her pleasure as well.

Oh lordy. “Look you still haven’t told me who you are, so this seems a bit stalkerish, and well, scary. Corporal punishment scary.”

His eyes widened and he waggled one long finger in front of her face. An intricately carved ring of twisted silver shone in the ever-increasing gloom. “You don’t really think that. I watched your face when you realized what this jewelry was for.” He took hold of her chin and pressed a swift kiss to her lips. Before she even registered what he intended to do, he’d moved back and straightened. “Patrick Lim at your service. Now, pet, get your sweet booty inside, and let me lock up.”

So I wasn’t far wrong.

“This is yours?” She gestured at the gallery.

“All mine.” He patted her bum, somewhat harder than a gentle move it tap, but not a full on spank—more was the pity. “I don’t ask twice and I do expect to be obeyed.”

He does? Lord almighty. “What are you?” she blurted, and could have cut her tongue out at her tumbled breathless words. They would set a good impression, not. “Are you a silversmith?”

He turned and did that bloody sexy one eyebrow raised thing again, before he inclined his head. “A master.” He invested the word with something indefinable. Whatever it was made her swallow and drop her gaze to his feet, clad, she’d bet her weeks salary, in Gucci loafers.

“Oh I like that.” His words were soft but the intent in them made her lift her head sharply and shut her eyes briefly.

If he meant what she thought he meant, she was in big trouble. Caness shook her head again and wet strands of hair flicked water towards him, splattering his suit and cheeks. Droplets ran down her chest and pooled in her cleavage. That was all she needed.

He watched one errant raindrop chase another one across her skin and under the neck of her blouse. “That is where my tongue should be.”

What?

“Look,” Caness said desperately. “I’ll be fine if I go now. I don’t want to take you out of your way.”

He turned toward the window, and lifted the silver jewelry out. “Give me five minutes and we’ll be on our way. And before you come up with excuses, I know where you live. Glorianna Villas in Sai Kung.”

“How? No don’t tell me, Anthony told you.”

Patrick pulled the window blinds down, and locked the door. “Amongst other things.” He looked over his shoulder at her as he moved into a back room. “Here you are, catch.” A second later a fine linen towel flew through the air toward her. Caness caught it automatically.

“He worries.” His voice became faint and she heard the clank of a heavy metal door. Presumably he was putting the jewelry in the safe. It must be worth thousands.

Damn, I’d love to have tried it on.

“What other things?” she asked suspiciously as she tried to dry her hair, cleavage, and legs. Wet stockings were the pits, but there was no way she was going to take them off. No doubt he’d come back in and see her with her skirt bunched up around her ass and her lacy underwear on show. Caness was a great believer in the motto, “if you look good under your camouflage you’ll feel good and act it.” She might have to present an image of a banker on the outside—whatever that image was—however what she wore underneath her prim and proper suits was anything but.

“That you’re denying your true needs because there’s no one strong enough to take you on.”