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Kissing Bandits Weekend Teaser #rebound #michelezurlo

Re/Bound

Blurb: Picking herself up after the devastating loss of her master is more difficult rebound fb2than 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.”

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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.

 

Kissing Bandits Weekend Teaser #KissMe #michelezurlo

Kiss Me by Moonlight

Hey there. It’s Lacey again. Falling in love and landing Dylan hasn’t been the panacea I thought it would be. For starters, he moved into my apartment without asking, and he continues to have no respect for my need to have things in sets of six. Pile that on top of my emotional upheaval after losing my stepfather, and you have a recipe for disaster no amount of German chocolate cake can cure.

Kiss Me By Moonlight
Kiss Me By Moonlight

Yes, Lacey Hallem’s life remains fraught with challenge, but you know she’s a fighter. Forming a talent management agency with her best friends has been the best career move she’s ever made—even if it’s the only thing currently working according to plan. Lacey’s OCD is getting the better of her, and this time her hands aren’t the only casualty. When her lies ruin her relationships with both Kiss Me Goodnight and Dylan, she’s forced to confront her demons in ways she’s never had to before. As she once again faces her past, can she learn once and for all to let love and friendship through the barriers she’s built?

Both harrowing and hilarious, this conclusion to the tale of Lacey and Dylan will leave you laughing, crying, and fanning yourself—sometimes all at once. Michele Zurlo triumphs again in this moving story about life’s quirks and what we all have to do to get by.

Praise for Kiss Me by Moonlight:

“The relationship between Lacey and Dylan was battered and bruised throughout the story but ultimately became stronger because of their issues and confrontations.  Lacey’s journey was realistically and heartbreakingly portrayed… Dylan was sweet and sexy and every girl’s dream boyfriend.  From start to finish this was an engaging story that kept me fully immersed in Lacey’s struggle and those looking for an intensely emotional read with a flawed yet genuine heroine will find this exactly what they’re looking for!” –Words of Wisdom from the Scarf Princess

Excerpt #3:

Snaking one arm out, he caught me around the waist before I could escape down the hall. I thought my body language was quite clear about not wanting to take on that topic, but Dylan must have been firmly in man-look territory. Either that or his family counselor tendencies kicked in—he’d recently left his job as a therapist to pursue music full time—and he wasn’t going to let me engage in avoidance behavior.

I stiffened.

“Lacey, look at me.”

“Dylan, we need to get ready to go, and you can’t find your shoes.” I arched a superior brow at him, challenging him to make us late.

He crowded me against the wall. Though he didn’t touch me, his magnetism held me in place. “You’re not even dressed.”

In point of fact, I wore only a towel, and it chose that moment to unravel and drop away. Dylan’s gaze followed the path of newly exposed flesh. When he lifted it back to look in my eyes, the teal shade had darkened, and I knew we were going to be late.

I pushed at his chest. “Dylan, we don’t have time. Let me find your shoes.”

“Fuck the shoes.” His lips closed over mine, a sudden and insistent attack that I’d never been able to resist. I was transported to that place where my thoughts drop away, and I could only feel. I liked that place quite a bit, and he knew exactly how his kisses put me in a tailspin.

His hands roamed my still-damp skin, brushing fires that shot straight to my core. When his mouth broke away, I gasped for air. He kissed a path down my neck, sucking so hard I knew I was going to have a love bruise. I didn’t care. I was too busy trying to keep my weakened knees from collapsing while the maelstrom of hormones he set loose inside my body ran riot.

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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.

 

Kissing Bandits Weekend Teaser #DragonKisses #michelezurlo #menage

Dragon Kisses #3 (Laurel, Niall, Jonathan)

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Blurb:

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

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.”

DragonK3500“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.”

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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.

Kissing Bandits Weekend Teaser #DragonKisses #michelezurlo #menage

Dragon Kisses #1 (Cassie and Niall)

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Blurb:

Waking up in a strange barn was just the tip of the iceberg. Cassie and Niall find themselves transported to another world, one full of dragon shifters who want to possess them. Cassie is claimed by Illion, an electric blue dragon who shifts into five hulking men, and Niall is claimed by Wynn, a lime green dragon who shifts into two men and two women.

The Zmaj feed from the sexual energy of humans, and finding a cache of five in an abandoned barn is a momentous occasion. Convincing them to stay and protecting them from the Inamanida, their sworn enemy, is another task altogether. And falling in love? Zmaj don’t do that.

When Cassie runs away, Illion is forced to confront his prejudices and his brethren in order to save her from a fate worse than death.

Warnings: MMMFF, MMFMMM, light bondage, dominant dragon shifters

Excerpt 2:

DK 1 DraftI slid to the ground, and my dragon morphed back into five gorgeous men. One came forward and took my hand in his firm grip. “Illion,” he said.

“Hi, Illion. I’m Cassie.” I didn’t know if he remembered.

“Cassie. Yes. Beautiful. You will remove garments.”

I’ve never had a problem going au natural. With a flirtatious giggle, I shed my flannel pajamas. They weren’t sexy, and the air was too warm for this kind of dress anyway. The bulge in Illion’s tight pants grew, stretching the fabric to maximum capacity. The man was packing some serious cock, and he had a magnetism that drew me closer.

Before I could run my fingertip over his cock, the other four moved closer, introducing themselves as they checked out my body. Thanks to a love of ice cream and carbs, I had some generous curves, and I took pride in every single one of them.

“Cashel.”

“Beck.”

“Aurelio.”

“Fayne.”

That was a little quick for me, so I studied each one intently before repeating his name. Cashel was the tallest. He had hawkish features that made him look like a predator, which I guess he was. Beck had seriously broad shoulders. I was a sucker for broad shoulders. Aurelio was the shortest, which meant he only towered over me by a foot instead of two, and he wore the most serious expression. Fayne had an easy smile. All of them were large and built. Muscles rippled from every facet of their bodies, but the thing that struck me nearly speechless were their electric blue eyes. Each of them sported the intense color, and it made my pussy damp. That, and five hot men were regarding me as the second coming of sexual heaven.

After I’d successfully learned their names, I tossed a saucy smile. This was the best dream ever. “What now?”

“Bath,” Aurelio said. “I will wash you.”

Beck licked his lips. “I will help.”

Illion motioned to Fayne and Cashel. “We prepare first meal.”

Beck lifted me easily, cradling me in his arms. He carried me to the bathing room. I called it that because it seemed to be the only purpose of the cavernous room. A large, sunken pool bubbled in the center. Beck handed me to Aurelio, who had shed his pants while I was admiring the tub.

Aurelio sat down on the edge of the pool and slid into the warm water. Beck handed me down to Aurelio before joining us. He lathered soap in his hands, and then he went right for my breasts. I arched my back, thrusting my chest up to give him complete access. Behind me, Aurelio laughed. He used a cloth to clean the rest of me, not that I was too dirty. I’d showered before going to bed the night before, but wrapped in heavy flannel in this warm weather had rendered me sweaty.

It didn’t take long for me to realize they’d finished washing me, and now they were just touching.

“Beautiful,” Aurelio said. “Sexy Cassie.”

As I decided to flirt back, I wondered how much English he knew. “Sexy Aurelio. Sexy Beck. You both have magnificent cocks. I’d love to touch you the way you’re touching me.”

As if they’d rehearsed, both sets of hands stilled on my flesh.

“Yes,” Beck said. He wrapped my hand around his cock and thrust against my palm. Aurelio did the same thing with my other hand. “These aspects will bring Cassie climax.”

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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.

Kissing Bandits Weekend Teaser #KissMe #michelezurlo

Kiss Me Goodnight

I’m Lacey Hallem, and I have a few secrets. These aren’t them: I wash my hands a lot and lie when I’m stressed. Also, I have horrible taste in men. That’s how I knew Dylan was trouble the first time I saw him…

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Kiss Me By Moonlight

Life can be challenging for Lacey, especially when things don’t come in sets of six, but she’s smart and funny and able to keep her demons at bay–most of the time. She might have sensed trouble when she set eyes on Dylan, a delectable musician in a vintage T-shirt, but that doesn’t stop her from thinking about him, or spending more and more time in his company.

Enter Thomas. Wealthy, handsome, and completely adoring of Lacey (flaws and all), he’s everything a man should be. So why can’t she convince her heart to fall in love?

Prepare to be swept up in Michele Zurlo’s emotional and compelling story of learning to trust yourself, facing the past, and finding strength you never knew you had.

Praise for Kiss Me Goodnight:

“Funny, quirky, dramatic, musical (there is a band and lots of awesome lyrics!), and romantic…deep and intense in parts” –Crazy Four Books

“With its unconventional heroine…, Ms. Zurlo has crafted a compelling read. [This] first person narrative [gives] great insight into Lacey, …an unrepentant heroine whose antics at times left me smiling.” –The Scarf Princess

“I found myself captivated by this interesting and unique love story…If you are like me and know the wonderful Michele Zurlo based on her “kinkier” stories, you will be blown away by this beautifully written and endearing tale.” –Booklover Sue

Excerpt:

After the show, I introduced my best friends Jane and Luma to Dylan’s band. Thank goodness neither of them looked at the men like they were a buffet.

Gavin looked at Dylan and clapped Levi on the back. “We should clear out.”

“No, you shouldn’t.” Heads swung and everybody looked at me. It was a little disorienting. I won’t be going on a stage anytime soon. I swallowed. “I mean, this was your first performance. There have to be a hundred women and more than a few men hanging out in there who enjoyed your show and wouldn’t mind meeting you. Mingling will help build your fan base.”

I needed to shut up before somebody asked me if I was a publicist. Knowing me, I would probably answer in the affirmative. I have a major in finance with a minor in business administration. Nothing there speaks to this situation.

“Sorry. Just throwing out ideas.”

Jane and Luma chuckled nervously. Jane moved closer, probably ready to drag me away if I kept going.

Levi nodded thoughtfully. “Good ideas, though. They make sense. Ladies and gentlemen, we’re heading back inside.”

Daisy linked her arms through Jane and Luma’s, and the three of them went first. Levi and Gavin followed.

Dylan held the door for me, which led to a hallway behind the stage. He grabbed my hand, holding me back when I would have followed everyone else through the door into the main room.

I cocked my head and gazed up at him.

“You liked the show?”

“Very much. I’d even see it again.” I still think they need some backing vocals. “I especially liked the last song. That’s where you took the name for your band?”

He nodded. “I wrote the song a few years ago.” His eyes clouded over the tiniest bit, a combination of nostalgia and melancholy.

I was about to ask him if he was okay when he tilted his head down. The right moment had finally come. He was going to kiss me. My lips tingled with anticipation. My senses came alive, attuned to every molecule of this moment.

He pulled me against him, holding me so I could feel the hard length of his thighs (yes, thighs, you perv) against mine. But that wasn’t enough. Taking one step forward, he moved my back against the wall. Throwing caution to the wind, I gave in to my urge to run my hands over his chest. I broke my gaze from his, putting off a moment I knew would blow away every kiss I’ve ever had.

You don’t think I’ve set my hopes too high, do you?

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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.

Kissing Bandits Weekend Teaser #BladesGhost #michelezurlo #paranormal

Blade’s Ghost

Blade's Ghost 500 by 750Emmaline Force has dedicated her life to using her gift of seeing and hearing ghosts to help the living understand the spirit world. Devastated after catching her fiancé cheating, Emmaline allows her best friend and partner-in-crime, Matt, to take a ghost hunting case far away, at Paradise Island Ranch Resort. However, she isn’t prepared for the deep and inexplicable connection she feels for one of the owners.

Haunted by more than a ghost, Blade Sanchez is tormented by dreams of a past he can’t recall. Tender, loving moments are interspersed with nightmares of a malevolent spirit murdering his wife and unborn child. Once Emmaline sets foot on his ranch, the pieces begin to fall into place, and he recognizes the woman of his dreams. He finds himself torn between this timeless love and the ghost who threatens to take Emmaline’s life—again.

Finding each other was fate, but it will take more than that to overcome the malevolent spirit intent on destroying their happiness.

Word Count: 68,418

Excerpt 2

A noise pulled her from her musings. Blade came into the room. Clad in pajama bottoms and nothing else, he was a vision of male beauty. Lamplight spilled across his chest, highlighting his dips and planes, and the little trail of hair that started below his navel and disappeared into his pants.

“Come to bed,” he said as he crossed the room, his hand extended expectantly. “It’s late.”

It was late. She didn’t take his hand. “I’ll go to bed soon.”

He knelt at her feet, leaned over, and kissed her stomach. And then he put his palm over her abdomen. “You’ll have plenty of time to finish that before the baby comes, Emmy. You have several months. You’re barely showing.”

She stared at him. He looked like he was wide awake, but she hadn’t traveled to this other world with him this time, so she had no idea what he was talking about. Still, she thought she should go along with it. “Blade, where do we live?”

He chuckled. “Anywhere you are is home, honey.” Taking his hand from her abdomen, he framed her face. “Mrs. Edmunds, it’s time for bed. You’re sleeping for two, and besides, your loving husband is lonely without you.”

Okay—he was capable of listening to her, so he wasn’t reliving a past conversation.

He kissed her lightly, and then he put his head on her lap and didn’t move. She caressed his hair away from his face and rubbed his back, but he was soundly asleep. Shaking his shoulder, she said, “Blade? Blade, honey, how about you go back to your room? You can’t sleep like this. It’ll eventually become uncomfortable for us both.”

With a groan, he sat back on his heels and looked at her.

“Are you awake, or are you still my loving husband who is lonely without me?”

Shifting, he sat on the couch next to her. “I was dreaming.”

“Yes, but it seems to be the same situation as this afternoon. Has this happened to you before?”

He scratched his forehead. “I’ve had dreams like this for years, but I never saw your face, not until last night. I’ve never sleepwalked before.”

“So the dreams didn’t start when you brought that house here?”

“No, but I’ve dreamed about that house before. When I saw it, I thought it was meant to be mine.”

“Do we live in that house—you and me and our little bun in the oven?”

He glanced at her stomach, but he didn’t seem surprised by her reference. “I don’t know. I get bits and pieces, but they don’t all make sense together.”

“In your dream, when you came in here, what was I doing? What was I wearing?”

Looking at her intently, he shook his head. “I don’t know. It’s gone. When I try to recall, I only see you here, looking at a file, wearing exactly what you’re wearing right now.”

“I’m interested in hearing about the other dreams you’ve had.”

His mouth set in a grim line and he got up. “I’m not interested in telling you about them.”

Standing, she set her hand on his bare arm. “Blade, I deserve to know.”

He looked at where she touched him and very gently closed his hand over hers. Then he looked at her with fever bright eyes, and she knew he wasn’t in the present anymore. “I’ll take care of you, Emmy. I promise I’ll protect you this time.”

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Kissing Bandits Weekend Teaser #released #michelezurlo

Re/Leased

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

Excerpt 1:

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.

released 500Autumn 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.

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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.

Kissing Bandits Weekend Teaser #redefined #michelezurlo

Re/Defined

Blurb:

redefined FB2Amy Markevich nurses fantasies about dominant agent Jordan Monaghan, but she knows they’ll never come true. He’s younger, to-die-for handsome, and so very different from her. She settles for friendship and dreaming from afar, even when he agrees to show her the platonic side of submission.

Jordan has always known what he wanted, and as he gets to know Amy, he’s convinced that she’s the complete package. Her sexy curves and passionate nature contrast sharply with her childlike innocence and exuberant joie de vivre. She calls to him—body and soul.

Just as he’s about to reveal that he’s a Daddy Dom and that he suspects Amy harbors an inner “little” and a submissive side, Amy witnesses a gruesome murder, and a terrorist organization puts her on top of their most-wanted list.

As they are forced to run for their lives from this unexpected enemy, Jordan helps Amy to accept her true nature—as a little—and to redefine everything she thought she knew about belonging to him.

Warnings: anal play, mini-golf, bondage, sensory play, suction cups, and laser tag.

Excerpt:

Did she want steak or lasagna, or did she want to let Jordan tie her up and do things that belonged to the mysterious Sensory Play category? Amy frowned as she lined up her shot for the sixteenth hole. He was putting no pressure on her at all. After they’d finished their ice cream, he hadn’t brought it up. She felt his touch on her hip, pushing it into alignment to improve her aim. Relaxing, she let him correct her stance. “Thanks.”

“You’re getting better. By the end of the course, you’ll have it down.”

It had occurred to her that she could continue doing it wrong just so he’d keep touching her, but then, she reasoned, he’d eventually give up, and she’d still be doing it wrong. She hit the ball a little too hard, and it sailed past the cup. “Darn.”

redefined500x750“Not bad. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You came close, and that’s an improvement.” He lined up his shot and sank it neatly.

“Would we negotiate everything beforehand? Plan out every detail?”

“No.” He didn’t pretend to not know she’d changed the topic. “If you had any experience, then yes, we could do that. For this, I’d try a few different things so you could decide what you do and don’t like.”

She thought about that as she tapped her ball into the cup. “What if I don’t like it?”

He retrieved their balls. “You’re familiar with the concept of safewords.”

She didn’t have the sense he’d asked a question, more that he wanted her to explain what she knew. “I know the stoplight system. Red halts everything. Yellow pauses the scene for communication, adjustments, and bathroom breaks.” Once she’d come to accept that the BDSM lifestyle wasn’t a form of abuse, her sister had opened up about many of nitty-gritty details. And she’d heard the guys talk about being dominant. They took the safety precaution aspects of it very seriously.

“So you’ll have safewords. I’ll be talking to you a lot so you’ll know you’re not alone.”

It hadn’t occurred to her that he would leave her alone when she was in a vulnerable position. She set her ball on the tee, lined up the shot, and took a swing. It rounded the bank perfectly, bounced twice from the edges of the narrowed curve that linked the two parts of this tricky hole together, avoided the waterfall, and went straight into the cup. Her draw dropped. She looked at Jordan, her eyes so wide she felt they might pop out. “You saw that, right?”

He wore a wide grin. “Your stance was perfect.”

Dropping her putter, she clapped her hands over her heart. “A hole in one. I never thought I’d be able to do that.”

He hugged her with one arm and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You can do anything you set your mind to, little one.”

“Yes.” She didn’t necessarily agree with him, but she was no longer talking about her amazing feat. “I want to try it with you.”

“All right. Let’s finish this, and then I’ll take you to my place.”

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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.

Kissing Bandits Weekend Teaser #reclaimed #michelezurlo

Re/Claimed

Blurb:

reclaimed FB1Layla’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

Excerpt

Dustin wanted to be her boyfriend. He wanted to date her. Go steady. Be an item. It seemed both juvenile and momentous.

After Brodie, the man she’d thought would fill the roles of friend, lover, and Master, had proven to be not at all the person she’d thought he was, she had sworn off dating a Dom. The liberties he’d taken—and forced her to consent to—still gave her nightmares. Memories snuck up on her at the oddest times, battering her with intense waves of humiliation that stole her confidence and sense of self.

Yes, Dustin was a good man—much too good for her. Once he found out about the things she’d allowed Brodie to make her do, he would gently break her heart and run as far as he could go.

Reclaimed5002Dustin’s palm pressed against hers, warm and firm, tangible proof that she was about to take a step forward. Right now, she had paused in a figurative half-step, her foot hovering uncertainly in the air. Once she put her foot down and shifted her weight, the ground behind her would fall away, leaving her forever teetering on the precipice.

Full disclosure. She should warn him of the consequences to his actions.

“Dustin, if you’re serious about this, I think you should know that I date vanilla.”

He didn’t move. She lifted her gaze from the floor to find him staring at her curiously. Was she nervous? Utterly. She stared back, her manner appropriately sober.

“Why?”

No need to go into the details or give voice to uncomfortable memories. “BDSM scenes are fun, but they’re not what I’m looking for in a long-term relationship. If I ever settle down, I want a husband, not a Master.” Nobody was ever going to order or coerce her into doing anything she didn’t want to do. Not again.

He brushed his thumb back and forth over her wrist, evidence that he was both considering and bothered by her assertion. “Can’t you have both?”

Once she’d thought it possible. Brodie had proven her theory wrong. “No. A husband is a partner. A Master is the boss. That’s exciting, but impractical for the long haul. I just think you should know my views on the issue before you decide to change lanes.” Silence fell in a heavy, oppressive blanket, but she didn’t attempt to alleviate it with mindless chatter, further explanation, or false assurances.

Finally his head bobbed a brief nod, indicating he’d arrived at a conclusion. “So you’re thinking that we’ll eventually get married?”

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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.

Kissing Bandits Weekend Teaser #repaired #michelezurlo

Re/Paired

Blurb:

repaired fb1Keith 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

Word count: 110,452

Praise for 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.”

Excerpt:

repaired500Katrina 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.”

 

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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.