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Re/Deemed (Doms of the FBI 8)

Brandy Lockmeyer feels like a failure.

Unable to bring down The Eye, an international crime syndicate, she’s left hanging when the FBI task force she commands is disbanded.

Her professional life is in shambles, and she long ago gave up on a personal life.

Being kidnapped and sold to The Eye would have destroyed anyone else, but it only makes Brandy more determined to destroy them.

At Redemption Center, a training compound for loyal soldiers of The Eye, she’s given to Bull, an enforcer who has earned the privilege of owning her. The enigmatic Daddy Dom names her ‘Firebrand” and puts her to work serving him.

When Lukas “Bull” Xuereb is called up to The Eye’s secret headquarters, Brandy seizes the opportunity to bring down The Eye from the inside. The twisted web of lies gets even more tangled when she falls for Lukas—and finds out that he doesn’t intend to leave there alive. With her life, her work, and a love she never saw coming on the line, she must try to save them both.

Excerpt 1:

His legs were so long that one step put him close enough to reach out and snatch her up. It definitely explained his six-minute mile pace.

Before she could process his intent, she found herself face-down over his knee. Though she struggled, he easily pinned her legs beneath one of his tree trunks. His hand pushed down between her shoulder blades, the large paw spanning most of her back.

“Let me go,” she demanded. She’d been around the BDSM community enough to know the rules, and they had not negotiated anything. “I did not give you permission to hit me.”

A wallop landed on her ass, the jarring impact echoing through the barren apartment and leaving a sting on her backside.

Brandy screeched and bucked in protest, but he had a firm hold on her, so she achieved nothing.

“I don’t need your permission,” He smacked her ass twice more. “You are my slave. I can do whatever I want, and nobody will care.”

Excerpt 2:

Bull jerked the shower curtain over his lower half, and confusion gouged wrinkles into his forehead. “Firebrand, what are you doing in here?”

Before she lost her nerve, she rose to her tiptoes and placed her hands on either side of his head. Because he was crouched to keep the shower curtain in place, he was low enough for her lips to reach his.

Brandy didn’t bother with a tentative foray for their first kiss. She swept her tongue along his lower lip. He froze, and she massaged her lips against his full, firm ones. A heartbeat passed. Then another. Twinges of electricity raced through her body and curled her toes.

With a groan, he came to life, returning the kiss in a way that meant he took it over. His arms wrapped around her, pressing her to his wet chest as he claimed possession of her mouth. That twinge became a surge, and her senses short-circuited. The whole purpose of her intrusion was forgotten as he swept her away on a tide of unexpected passion.

Then he ripped his mouth away and shoved her back so abruptly she stumbled against the sink. He faced her, chest heaving and anger masking any sign the kiss had affected him the same way it had affected her. “What the fuck are you doing?”

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Kissing Bandits Welcomes Kathy O’Rourke

Kathy O’Rourke, the awesome author of the Men of Nirvana Flats series, is my guest today.

Kathy O’Rourke

What lead you to become a writer?

My father was a gifted storyteller. I wanted to be like him so in grade school I started telling stories and writing them down. In high school, I wrote short stories and teenage love poems full of angst and heartbreak but I was in my recluse stage, fat, pimply and self- conscious so I never shared them with anyone. In college I had a bit more self- esteem so I promoted my work and had two stories and several poems published in the university’s literary journal. Then came real life, my job, family etc. and my writing went back into the closet. It wasn’t until I took an early retirement that I started writing novels.

How do you find your inspiration for your books?

Now don’t think I’m weird but the characters tell me what to write. I develop a main character and go from there. My first book was based on a bad experience that I read about on line and put my character Beth in a similar situation and let it ride.

Are you a planner or fly by the seat of your pants type of writer?

A little of both really. I lay out about three sentences on what should happen in a scene and then let my fingers fly.

What are the top three questions you are never asked and what are the answers to them?

Do you think you are a good writer? The answer is no. I am a new writer learning my craft. I am however a good storyteller.

Are you happy with your work? Again, I am still learning. I feel like I have finally found my voice in my most recent WIP and look forward to sharing you with you all.

Are you ever going to write something other than contemporary romance? Probably. I have a secret compulsion. I love post- apocalyptic fiction… not zombies though!!! So I am thinking of writing something along this line.

What are five things that you want your readers to know about you?

  1. I’m funny
  2. I’m only old in body but not in my heart or ideas
  3. I try hard to deliver full bodied characters. full of layers, not just one dimensional.
  4. My books are not just one sex scene after another. There is a real storyline and the sex fits where it should go, not the other way around.
  5. My books, even though they are sexy and suspenseful, carry a message.


What are you currently working on and can you share a teaser of it?

I am currently working on the fourth book in my Men of Nirvana Flats series, ‘Perfect for Me’. It is the story of Tuck and Bridie. Both older. Both questioning whether there really is love the second time around. Both have baggage that needs to be handled. Tuck is a member of the Nirvana Flats Motorcycle club and a florist. Oh, he’s also a Dom. Bridie… well I’m not gonna ruin it for you. You’ll need to read it. This book has suspense, loss, love and redemption.

Here is an excerpt: (This takes place in Tuck’s florist shop)

Slamming the fridge closed, I turn around a bit embarrassed at being caught helping myself. I throw him a sheepish smile, and it’s returned with one hell of a delicious looking grin.

Wow, I melt a little at the sight of him. He’s tall and a bit on the skinny side, dressed in jeans, a black Motley Crue t-shirt, and cowboy boots. If I were to guess, I’d say he’s in his early forties. His face is thin, yet well proportioned. He’s not model handsome, but still sexy as hell, with his day-old scruffy face stubble and a bit too long dark brown hair. Remarkably, he doesn’t seem angry at finding me rummaging through his shop.

Stepping away from the fridge, I smile, wave and try to answer normally but fail miserably. “Just me,” comes out of my mouth in a weird squeak.

Did I just wave? I want to kick my fat ass for looking like an idiot. I tell myself, Don’t be stupid here, say something nice. The first thing that comes to mind is, “Nice store you have here.” I give myself a mental slap for being so unoriginal.

He smiles at the compliment. “Thanks.”

Wait, he’s looking at me funny like I’m from another planet or something? I blurt out, “I wasn’t trying to steal anything, I promise.”

I swear he’s ready to laugh, “Never thought you were.”

Maybe I can get him to actually laugh; I know I’d feel better if he did. “I don’t want to end up in jail for stealing a plant.”

I don’t get the laugh I’m hoping for, only a question. “What were you doing anyway?”

“Looking for something different, something unusual.”

He crosses his arms, raises one eyebrow, and smirks at me. In a deep voice, he asks, “What do you mean by unusual?”

Oh, hell no. He sounded like a Dom just then. Oh Bridie, stop it, not every man you meet is in the lifestyle.

Where are my manners? I introduce myself. “Hi, my name is Brigid Murphy, but everybody calls me Bridie.” I offer him my hand. Should I curtsy too? No girl, the hand is enough.

His hand is so big it covers mine completely as he gives me a firm handshake. Tripping over his words he tells me, “I’m Bob Tucker, but everybody calls me Tuck.”

Did he say what I think he said? I double check, “Your nickname is Fuck?”

He responds with a large belly laugh and a manly snort, “Only when I’m in trouble. It’s Tuck with a T.”

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12 Days of Dominant Persuasions–Day 11

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

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The Sub That Got Away by Amy J. Hawthorn

In His Hands by Raven McAllan

Indulge by Sherri Hayes

Submitting To Temptation by Jan Graham

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

Yes, Justin (Expanded Edition) by Michele Zurlo


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Blurb for Yes, Justin by Michele Zurlo

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

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


Enjoy this excerpt of Yes, Justin by Michele Zurlo

Zurlo Yes Justin 2Steam wafted from the tub. She turned off the faucet and eased herself into the water. Cream coated the insides of her thighs, and sweat made other parts of her sticky. She wanted to be clean for Justin. Not since her wedding day had she so wanted to floor Justin with her appearance.

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

“I told you not to do that.”

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

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

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

“Stand up and let the water out.”

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

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

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

“Lie on the massage table, face down.”

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

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

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

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

“Turn over.”

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

“Spread your legs, slave.”

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

“So wet, my slave. So wet for me.”

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

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Dominant Persuasions–Cover Reveal

Here’s a peek at the cover for Dominant Persuasions. It’s the anthology that will bring you an expanded edition of Yes, Justin.

Dom Persusions Cover

Here’s the new blurb for Yes, Justin. Keep in mind that I’ve both changed and expanded the novella:

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

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

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Re/Defined is Now Available!

That moment you’ve been waiting for has finally arrived! Re/Defined (Doms of the FBI 4) is here!

redefined500x750The Blurb: Amy 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.

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Here’s a sexy 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.”

“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.”

She’d never been to his place. It made sense that they’d go to his apartment because that’s where his equipment would be located. The drive took a little time because he lived two counties away. They mostly chatted about movies and television shows. She figured he wanted to keep the conversation light to put her at ease.

His apartment was exactly like Jamie had described—pristine and sanitary. Amy chalked that up to his modern décor. There was too much shiny metal and not enough color. It could use some fabric and softness to make it homey. Normally she wouldn’t judge anybody’s home, but this seemed so unlike Jordan. Standing there in a black fitted shirt and worn jeans, his face scruffy from a day’s growth, he didn’t seem to fit. The lack of color was him, but the sharpness of the furniture reminded her that perhaps she didn’t know him all that well.

“What do you think?”

“It’s clean.” She wasn’t going to say anything critical, not to a guy who was planning to tie her up.

He frowned. “You don’t like it.”

“It’s fine. I just pictured your place with more leather, and maybe framed photos of your family on the walls.”

He gestured to the sofa. It was the kind with an exposed metal frame and thin cushions for the seat and back. “It’s more comfortable than it looks. Take off your dress and sit down.”

She hadn’t expected him to say that. She looked at her bright yellow sundress, the only spot of real color in the room. “You want me to get undressed? In here?”

“I need to do a few things before we can begin. If you need to freshen up, the bathroom is the down the hall, first door on the left. When I return, I expect to see that you’ve followed orders.”

Orders. His tone had shifted, becoming harder and more commanding. This was definitely his Dom tone. A shiver of anticipation ran up her spine. Finally, being with a Dom seemed right. “Should I call you Sir or something?”

“Let’s hold off on titles for now.” He disappeared down the hall.

Amy made use of the bathroom. She combed her fingers through her hair and redid her ponytail, and then she checked to make sure she didn’t have anything weird going on with the parts of her skin that would be exposed. Standing in front of the mirror wearing only her bra and underwear was a sobering experience. Though she’d worn her prettiest, laciest underthings, there was no way Jordan was interested in her as anything more than a friend. With a sigh, she hung her dress on a hook on the back of the door. He found her a few minutes later perched on the edge of the sofa, which was surprisingly comfortable, without her dress.

He sat down next to her, but he leaned back and stretched his arm along the back. “What’s your color?”

She stared at her hands, folded neatly on her lap, and hoped he hadn’t meant for her to be completely naked. “Green.”