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Re/Leased–So that’s the way it’s going to be? @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

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He released her arm and stepped away. “Take off your shoes. You can put them on the rug next to the door.”

It wasn’t a request, and he didn’t bother pretending it was something it wasn’t. A surprised laugh, short and dry, escaped. “You’re already giving orders?”

“Yes.”

It had been a long, long time since she’d allowed anyone to dominate her. Sure, she’d bottomed for him, but it wasn’t the same thing, and she wasn’t sure how much and what kind of control she was ceding. Still, trust had to start somewhere. “So, that’s the way it’s going to be with us, is it?”

“Unless you object.”

She didn’t want to object. No part of her was against this, and her intuition chimed in with full support. She slipped out of her heels, and now when she faced him, she had to tilt her face up even more. “I don’t object.”

A soft smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “Good. We’re on the same page. Have you eaten?”

While she frequently grabbed something not memorable on her way to or from the nursing home, she hadn’t today. “Not yet.”

“Good. I made dinner.” Taking her hand, he led her to the sliding door. “It’s a nice night. We’ll eat on the patio.” He pulled out a chair and helped her sit. “Wine?”

Remembering the terms she’d unwittingly laid out the night before, a shiver of anticipation did cartwheels up her spine. “Are you hoping I kiss you before I leave?”

His eyelids fell to half-mast, and his light brown eyes became mesmerizing liquid pools. “I’m counting on it.”

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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

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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.”

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Michele Zurlo’s Notebook: Creating Character (Autumn from Re/Leased)

Building a new character can sometimes be tricky. You have to figure out who they are, what they want, and what they’re willing to do to make it happen. Building the character of Autumn Sullivan was tricky. I wanted to create a complex heroine. She had to be strong and independent, and she had to have flaws. If you’ve read Re/Leased, then you know that Autumn has a ton of flaws.

Autum and Summer charactersFirst, she’s a thief. She grew up learning the art of the con. Though she’s trying to (mostly) live an honest life, she doesn’t actually know how. “Normal” and “honest” are relative terms, and taking the occasional break-and-enter job to help pay for her sister’s hospital bills seems normal and honest to Autumn.

Second, she’s stubborn. This isn’t always a flaw. It’s how she’s survived so far. However there are certain circumstances where obstinacy can be a drawback–as Autumn finds out.

This is a picture I took of a page in my writer’s notebook. I take crappy pictures. I’d like to blame the camera on my phone, but most of the pictures I’ve taken suck, so that’s not it. This picture shows a little of my process for character building. If you look close, you’ll see lots of scribbles and things crossed out at the top of the page. That’s because it took me some time to figure out Autumn’s name. I eventually posted a contest where a reader got to choose her name. As a placeholder, I used Bree/Brea/Breanna.

This image shows Autumn’s side of things. It has places where I took notes on released 500Julianne, Stephanie, Brian Sullivan (her father), Tess (Summer’s doctor), and her real parents. Summer has only one line because she was in a coma for most of the book. As I’m writing the first book in the SAFE Security series, I’m developing Summer’s character. I think she’s going to be a handful! (The book focuses on Autumn and David, so that gives me more time to develop Summer.)

Not everything on my notes page came to fruition. For example, on there I had Autumn stealing $11,000 from CalderCo. In Re/Leased, I never mentioned a specific amount because it wasn’t relevant.

Throughout the writing process, characters grow and change. I try to keep track of that in my notebook, which took a lot of practice. I’ve always been a seat-of-my-pants kind of person because I can keep a lot of stuff in my head, but there comes a point when it’s too complicated. This is the 5th book in the series, and I want to make sure that my heroes and heroines are not cookie-cutter replicas of each other. Some readers may not like the variety. They want all their heroes to be the same kind of strong and all their heroines to be the same kind of submissive (yeah, we’re in the BDSM world. Deal with it.) That bores the heck out of me. I can’t write that way. The more time I spend with each character, the more real they become to me, and the more real I can make them for my readers. Autumn is brash, funny, opinionated, and bratty. I really liked writing her, and I hope you like reading her story.

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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

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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.

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Re/Leased is Now on Pre-Order!!!!!

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

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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.”

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Re/Leased Blitz–Host and Reviewers Wanted!

Re/Leased (Doms of the FBI 5) comes out June 26, 2016!

My birthday is June 26, so I picked that as the release date for the 5th book in the Doms of the FBI series. I’m seeking bloggers, reviewers, and ardent fans interested in helping me announce this new arrival to the world. If you aren’t familiar with the Doms of the FBI series, this is a great jumping-on point, as it is also the novel that will launch my new series, SAFE Security (expect the first novel sometime in early 2017.)

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Here’s the blurb for Re/Leased:

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

Word Count: 108,000

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Re/Defined–In Print!

You can now order Re/Defined (Doms of the FBI 4) in print. Click here to order from Amazon.

Judging from the feedback I’ve received, people are loving it so far! If you read it and loved it, please leave a review wherever you bought it telling people what you liked about it.

In other news: I’ve been invited to join a BDSM anthology called Dominant Persuasions with these amazing writers:

Lori King
Doris O’Connor
Sherri Hayes
Nicole Morgan
Amy J Hawthorn
Raven McAllan
Michele Zurlo
Jan Graham
Daisy Phillips
Julia Sykes
Bella Juarez
Juliet Braddock

The release date is March 29, 2016. I’ve included an updated version of Yes, Justin (changed the premise, expanded the beginning and end) as my entry. Look for more information coming soon.

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DFBI Series Now in Print!

I’m pleased to announce that the Doms of the FBI series is now available in print! You can now get Re/Bound, Re/Paired, and Re/Claimed in print–just in time for the holidays. Buy now through Amazon:

Re/Bound Link

Re/Paired Link

Re/Claimed Link

I hope you love the new cover for Re/Bound as much as I do.

In related news, the release date for Re/Defined (DFBI 4) is January 18, 2016. Look for more information on that coming your way soon.

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A Contest to Celebrate My Birthday

Since I’ve stopped having birthdays, I’m turning 37 again. To celebrate, I’m going to give away three copies of Re/Claimed (Doms of the FBI #3). All you have to do is leave a review for Re/Bound or Re/Paired and paste the link in the form whose address is below. Yes–you may enter once for every review you leave. The contest will run until July 20, and winners will be announced by July 21. Good Luck!

http://goo.gl/forms/f9xCRT7vmk

I found this picture that reminds me of a scene between Layla and Dustin. Yes, he plays the piano, and she sings off-key.

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What they heck, here’s an excerpt:

She moved on to the piano, a keepsake his grandparents must also have left behind. “Are you going to give me a tour?”

He shook his head. “Kitchen is behind me, bedrooms are upstairs. You can look around in the morning.”

She lowered her eyelashes coyly. “You assume I’m staying the night?”

The steel in his gaze didn’t reveal whether he disliked her demeanor or her question. “Are you wearing underwear?”

“You’ve wanted to ask me that all night, haven’t you?”

He crooked a finger. Part of her thrilled at his alpha move. The rest of her resisted it.

She sat on the piano bench and opened the fallboard. “Do you play?”

If he were her dominant, he wouldn’t have allowed the evasion. As it was, he waged an internal struggle before joining her on the bench. She pretended not to notice. His thigh pressed against hers, and she felt the tension drain from her body. “Of course. Do you?”

She didn’t have a piano in her house, so it was a fair question. “Not really. I had lessons when I was little, but I don’t think I remember too much.”

He kissed her. As before, he brushed his lips across hers, promising more than he delivered. “We’re going to have sex tonight.”

“I know.” She allowed his statement because it was true. “But you’re going to let me get comfortable first.”

“You’re nervous. Why? We’ve done this before.”

“Not at your house. Not vanilla. I haven’t done this in years.”

He chuckled. “I hear it’s like riding a bike.”

She linked her arm through his and rested her cheek against his shoulder. “How about you play something for me?”

He dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose and grabbed a songbook. “Okay, but you have to sing along.”

Layla wasn’t sure what proposal stressed her out more—vanilla sex or singing with Dustin. This was so outside her normal realm of what might happen on a date that her brain short-circuited. He was treating her like a friend, someone he could be goofy and silly with, cut loose and have fun with, not like someone he wanted to sleep with.

She was still trying to make heads or tails of this development when he started tickling the ivories. The song was one of her favorites. Her attention flew to the sheet music for confirmation.

After the intro, he sang. His tenor was pleasant. It reverberated through her body, washing her nerves with its soothing tone. When she didn’t immediately join him, he elbowed her gently in the ribs to remind her of her obligation. Though she didn’t have too high an opinion of her voice, she entered on the next line. “‘It’s the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.'”

By the time they finished, the same shivers that ran up her spine when Bette sang were running rampant, and she wondered if he’d chosen it for its message. He sought to encourage her to take an emotional chance with him—just as he was doing with her.

A song like that required a few moments of silence afterward. Layla gave it that because she was still stunned that he’d chosen to play it. “How did you know I like that song?”

A devious smile played around the corners of his mouth. “You were singing it the last time I broke into your house. I stood behind you, listening for almost a full verse, and you never turned around. Though you did throw back your head when you cut loose.”

She didn’t want to ask, but she knew deep down that he’d learned the song because of that night. Emotion welled up, closing her throat. She swiped at moisture that leaked from her eye.

Dustin put his arm around her. “How about something less serious?”

Then he started in on a song she didn’t know, but when he got to the line that went, “You were giving me head on an unmade bed,” she burst out laughing.

“You wish.”

He paused and gave her a sideways look. “Pull up your dress and put your leg across mine.”

It was an order. A jolt went through her system, and moisture surged between her legs. She had to put her foot down and draw boundaries before things got out of hand. “You can’t order me around.”

Without missing a beat, he tried again. “Please pull up your dress and put your leg across mine.” His tone had been the same. He probably knew how it affected her. She supposed it would take him some time to get used to not being in charge.

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Re/Paired is Re/Issued

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

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

Here’s the blurb:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Here’s an excerpt:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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