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by Shayla_Black_Lexi_Blake

Read on for excerpts from Shayla Black, Lexi Blake, and Jayne Rylon.

  Ours To Love – A Wicked Lovers Novel

  by Shayla Black

  Coming May 7

  Between two brothers…

  Xander Santiago spent years living it up as a billionaire playboy. Never given a chance to lead his family business in the boardroom, he became a Master in the bedroom instead. His older brother inherited the company and worked tirelessly to make it an empire. But while the cutthroat corporate espionage took its toll on Javier, nothing was as devastating as the seemingly senseless murder of his wife. It propelled him into a year of punishing rage and guilt…until Xander came to his rescue.

  Comes an irresistible woman …

  Eager to rejuvenate Javier’s life, Xander shanghais him to Louisiana where they meet the beautiful London McLane. After surviving a decade of tragedy and struggle, London is determined to make a fresh start—and these sexy billionaire brothers are more than willing to help. In every way. And London is stunned to find herself open to every heated suggestion…and desperately hoping that her love will heal them.

  And inescapable danger …

  But a killer with a hidden motive is watching, on a single-minded mission to destroy everything the Santiago brothers hold dear, especially London. And as fear and desire collide, every passionate beat of her heart could be her last.

  For more information, pre-order links, and a preview of the first chapter visit shaylablack.com/.

  Wicked All The Way – A Wicked Lovers Novella

  by Shayla Black

  Available now!

  Retired military colonel Caleb Edgington has spent two long years trying to achieve the most important mission objective of his life—but not behind enemy lines. He’s trying to capture a woman with a broken heart. Having lost at love once, he understands being gun shy. The residual fears from Carlotta Buckley’s nasty divorce have stood between them, but he’s done with that. And he’s got the perfect strategy to lure her in…

  Carlotta never thought she’d fall in love again. Once bitten, she’s now more than twice shy. And Caleb is everything she can’t handle—fierce, relentless, uncompromising…sexual. She’s managed to mostly avoid him, but now his son and her daughter need their help. Can Caleb and the spirit of the season convince her that she’s ready to take a chance on love again?

  Excerpt:

  “You deserve to be protected and pampered, Lottie. You deserve someone who will be happy to indulge your whims every now and then just for the pleasure of seeing you smile. And you need someone willing to make sure you take care of yourself properly.”

  Carlotta seemed to hold her breath. She blinked at him. “I am too old now for matters of the heart. I have two beautiful grandsons and—”

  “And if you finish that sentence, you won’t like what comes next. You are not old.” He gritted his teeth, his palm itching to meet her backside. Hell, he hadn’t felt an urge to punish a woman this way in years… None of them had mattered enough to try. “Do you hear me, Lottie?”

  “Caleb, stop. I know that I am no longer young. Once I was pretty, like my Kata.”

  “You’re still so goddamn beautiful it makes me hurt to hear that you think otherwise. If you’d give me half a chance, I’d exhaust myself proving over and over how incredibly lovely I think you are.”

  A pretty rosy flush crept up her cheeks. “I am far too old for sex.”

  Caleb snorted. Is that what she thought? “Wanna bet? I guarantee you that I could make you think otherwise.”

  For more information, pre-order links, and a preview of the first chapter visit shaylablack.com/.

  A Dom Is Forever

  by Lexi Blake

  Available now!

  A Man with a Past…

  Liam O’Donnell fled his native Ireland years ago after one of his missions ended in tragedy and he was accused of killing several of his fellow agents. Shrouded in mystery, Liam can’t remember that fateful night. He came to the United States in disgrace, seeking redemption for crimes he may or may not have committed. But the hunt for an international terrorist leads him to London and right back into the world he left behind.

  A Woman Looking for a Future…

  Avery Charles followed her boss to London, eager to help the philanthropist with his many charities. When she meets a mysterious man who promises to show her London’s fetish scene, she can’t help but indulge in her darkest fantasies. Liam becomes her Dom, her protector, her lover. She opens her heart and her home to him, only to discover he’s a man on a mission and she’s just a means to an end.

  When Avery’s boss leads them to the traitorous Mr. Black, Liam must put together the puzzle of his past or Avery might not have a future…

  Excerpt:

  “I want you.” She wanted him so badly. She just didn’t trust that he could possibly want her.

  “No, you don’t, but you will.” He stepped back and tucked his shirt in. “We’re going to do this my way. We tried yours and it didn’t work, so I’m taking control. I should have done it in the first place. If I thought you had some, I would tell you to change into fet wear, but you don’t happen to have a corset and some PVC hiding in that closet, do you?”

  “I don’t know what PVC is,” she admitted, her heart aching a little. “I don’t think this is a good idea, Lee. I don’t think I can be what you need. I’m not experienced, and what experience I have wasn’t very good. Don’t get me wrong. I loved my husband, but the sex wasn’t spectacular. I think I’m just one of those women who can’t be sexy. I was trying to please you, but I couldn’t.”

  Even in the dim light, she could see him staring, assessing. “And I think you’re one of those women who can’t stop thinking long enough to let her body take over. Look, Avery, the sex you’ve had happened with a kid. Was your husband older than you? More experienced?”

  She shook her head. They had both been virgins.

  “Then you have no idea what it can be like. I look at sex differently than most people. It’s an exchange, and it should be good for both parties. I don’t want you to spread your legs and let me have you because you want someone to hold you. If you want me to hold you, ask me. I want you to spread your legs because you can’t wait another single second for my cock. I want that pussy ripe and ready and weeping for a big dick to split it wide and have its way. I want your nipples to peak because I walk into a room and you remember every dirty thing I can do to them. I want you to want me. I can make you crave me. I don’t want some drive-by fucking that gets me off and I forget it five minutes later. I want to fuck all night long. I want to feel it all the next day because my cock got so used to being deep inside your body. If that’s what you want, then get dressed in the sexiest thing you own and agree that I’m the boss when it comes to sex.” He turned and walked out. “I’ll give you five minutes to decide. I’ll be waiting in your living room. If you really want me, you’ll dress exactly how I’ve told you to dress and you’ll present yourself to me for inspection. And Avery, no bra and no underwear. You won’t need them.”

  The door closed behind him, and she had to remember how to breathe.

  She wasn’t sexy. She wasn’t orgasmic.

  But what if she could be? Lee hadn’t been right about everything, but he had a few points. He’d told her he wanted to be in control and then she’d tried to make all the decisions. He had more experience, but she’d decided she knew best. She hadn’t listened to him.

  He wanted control. He wanted her to really want him. She didn’t understand, but if she ever wanted to understand, she had to try.

  She’d taught herself how to walk again. That had been an enormous mountain to climb. Why was she so scared of this? She’d faced worse, but she was cowering in her boots over not wearing underwear and a bra? She’d lost so much. Was she willing to lose this, too?

  What was she really risking? She might look dumb. She could end up with her heart broken, but at least she would have proven it still worked.


  She’d come across the ocean to change her life—to have a life. What was life without a few risks?

  She got her phone out and sent a quick text to Adam letting him know she was home and who she was with so if she was serially murdered, at least they would have a starting place for where to find her body.

  But she was going to do this because she felt safe with Lee. And because she wanted to finally understand what it really meant to want someone.

  For more information, visit www.LexiBlake.net.

  Pick Your Pleasure

  By Jayne Rylon

  Available now!

  Ever read a book and wish the heroine hadn’t done that, gone there, or slept with that guy? Well, now you’re in charge. The reader decides what happens here.

  Tailor your perfect short story or be adventurous and read through all the different paths to see where life can take you…if you choose.

  Go ahead, pick your pleasure.

  Linley Lane, CEO of Lane Technologies, has had enough of blah dates. When she decides to shake things up with a visit to an underground sex club she’s heard rumors about, she realizes she’s way out of her league. This is no usual hookup spot.

  Presented with two potential guides for the night—men who turn her on more in a matter of minutes than a year of lame dating in her high-class circles did—she’s got some tough decisions to make about how she wants to spend the rest of her evening and just how dirty she intends to get.

  Will she choose to be romanced by a sexy gentleman? Or will she indulge the rare anonymity Underground affords to revel in wild excess with a like-minded rebel? And where will they go from there?

  Excerpt:

  “You’ll require a guide for your adventure tonight." her greeter said as if he could sense the uncertainty swirling around her brain. "New members are always paired with a veteran on their first go around to ensure their enjoyment.”

  “I thought that was your job?” She tipped her head as she examined his expression.

  “I wish I were so lucky.” He gave her a tiny bow. “Chase and Ryder have both offered their company this evening. We’ll leave the choice to you. Play nice, boys.”

  The greeter winked at her before retreating, perhaps to collect another very willing guest from the garage.

  “So long as I don’t have to fight fair.” The bump on scruffy guy’s nose attested to his experience with brawling. She felt bad for prince charming across the table if things came to blows.

  “Wouldn’t expect you to, Ryder.” The burnished blond shook his head though he smiled as he said it.

  Dashing, dangerous, and devilish, Ryder scooted closer and laid his palm high on her thigh. Entirely too close to the hem of her dress for someone she hadn’t even officially been introduced to yet.

  Denying the electricity his skin conducted would have been pure insanity. Hot and firm, his touch did things to her she’d never imagined possible with a single contact. He didn’t wait for her approval or shrink from her—Linley Lane, CEO.

  Was it like this for other women? Or was this man something special?

  A tiny connection and he did more for her than the parade of perfect men who’d come before him. She blew out a sigh that ruffled her bangs, washing her cheeks with a cool breeze.

  “Hands off my lady, please.” Chase didn’t seem disturbed by the zero-to-a-million-and-sixty approach Ryder adopted with her. His quiet confidence made her do a double take at his model good looks. Hell, he had most of Hollywood beat in her book.

  Piercing blue eyes met her curious stare. He didn’t flinch from her inspection. Patient yet persistent, he waited for her to look her fill. With thick lashes and a couple of laugh lines that hinted at a good nature, she hoped she wasn’t drooling.

  What were the odds? Two men. Both of whom she had compelling—if completely opposite—chemistry with.

  Hot damn.

  Linley licked her lips.

  “Would you care for a drink?” Chase’s smooth baritone made her blink twice before she deciphered his offer.

  “Yes, please.” She studied his expert handling of the bottle, impressed with how he poured the crisp liquid without spilling a single bubbly drop. When she reached for the stemware he proffered, he surprised her by clasping her fingers in a gentle yet sure hold then dusting the back of her hand with his lips.

  A tantalizing appetizer.

  Before she could dig in, he slipped the glass into her hand and wrapped her fingers around the delicate crystal.

  “What century are you from?” Ryder growled as he ignored his rival to focus on her. “Either way, you’ll be ancient before you get to the good shit with him.”

  The rebel’s fingers hadn’t moved from her leg. Well, maybe they had. Higher.

  Instead of creeping her out, his deft massage encouraged Linley to sink into the tufted velvet, allowing her thighs to relax and part. Just a bit.

  “You didn’t come here tonight to be bored, did you?” Ryder reached across her to cup her cheek in his broad, slightly callused hand while the other continued to mesmerize her with his intuitive knowledge of her erogenous zones. Nudging her chin up, he forced her to meet his gaze. His fingers curled around her nape, and he leaned forward until his lips nearly collided with hers. “Pick me. I’ll make sure you never forget the night you decided to be a bad girl.”

  When she nearly succumbed to the promise of his slightly rough cheek to steal a kiss, he retreated, though his skilled fingers continued their insidious assault.

  “I hardly call romance dull.” Chase sipped from his glass, reminding her of the treat fizzing away before her.

  Linley downed a swallow or two. Moisture gathered at the corner of her mouth. Before she could reach for her napkin, Chase swiped a droplet from her lips with his thumb then sampled the mingled flavor of the alcohol and her skin.

  “Delicious.” He savored the taste and looked like he might go for another.

  She wished he would. Instead he withheld the pleasure, making her yearn for more.

  A glint from Ryder’s direction had her glancing away in time to see him chug his drink then pour another round. The powerful flex of his throat—primal and strong—inspired her. In her mind, she could picture nibbling the cords there as he rode her. With him, she wouldn’t have to beg for what she wanted.

  He wouldn’t make her take.

  So many times, she had to be the aggressor. In meetings. In dating. Handing over the reins would be a welcome relief. This man would afford her that luxury.

  When he was down to the last sip of the second round, he held it in his mouth and set his glass on the table with a clunk. This time he didn’t stop when he swooped in. His lips landed on hers without apology.

  Ryder proved that though he might lack stealth, he had finesse in abundance. His mouth turned hers pliant as he shared the rich drink and a taste of what a night with him would be like. He sucked on her tongue, using the slightest edge of his teeth to awaken nerves gone drowsy with an intoxicating blend of allures.

  When he withdrew, he bit her lip lightly, letting the subtle sting remind her of the things he’d done to her body without effort. Her nipples rubbed against the padding of her bra. She attempted to cross her legs to appease the part of her that screamed for pressure right where she needed it most.

  To her surprise, it was Chase who prevented her from trapping Ryder’s palm between her thighs. “No, love. Don’t hide. You didn’t come here tonight for that.”

  “And what if I’ve changed my mind?” Having two men bracketing her, promising her their own brand of sexy fun, overwhelmed her. For a moment, she wondered if she could handle it. Or would she disappoint them? It wasn’t like she had a ton of experience.

  “Then let me take you home.” Chase’s solution seemed genuine. “That’s not code for anything, by the way. I’ll drop you at your door, safe and sound, if you’d prefer.”

  “No one’s forcing her.” Ryder seemed offended. “But I won’t let you lie to yourself, wildcat. You came
hunting for this. You’re soaked. My finger isn’t sliding around on its own down there. I’ll make it easy for you, give you things you never dreamed you needed.”

  Linley’s head thunked against the seat as she dropped it backward. “Too bad I can’t have you both.”

  Ryder laughed. The easy, boisterous sound made it clear he did it often. With gusto. “In my world, that’s an option. Here we’re Underground. The next level below us is called Downstairs. I hang out a bit deeper. The Basement of the club offers the possibility of ménage, among other more daring pursuits. Chase doesn’t sink that low, though.”

  She peeked up in time to catch the other man’s tiny frown.

  “That’s true,” Chase confirmed. “I prefer to stick to Downstairs. And I fly solo. I assure you, you won’t need other men when you have my full attention. For dipping your toe in, I recommend the first level of the club. Perfect for wading.”

  “Screw that. Jump into the deep end.” Ryder lifted his palm from her saturated thigh, licked his finger, and then held out his hand. “I won’t let you drown.”

  “Neither will I.” Chase extended one of his as well.

  “So, who will it be, Linley?” She didn’t have time to wonder how they knew her name.

  Instead she searched inside and uttered her preference for tonight.

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  About the Authors

  Shayla Black (aka Shelley Bradley) is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over 30 sizzling contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances for multiple print, electronic, and audio publishers. She lives in Texas with her husband, munchkin, and one very spoiled cat. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading and listening to an eclectic blend of music.