Breaking Skye

by Bradley, Eden

  As soon as he said it—‘my hands’—she did get it. She did as he said, pulling in a long breath, letting it out a little at a time. Trying desperately to quiet the voice in her head that was telling her it was time to panic. But his soothing tone instructing to her breathe, over and over, was drowning it out.

  Time passed. She didn’t know how much. Finally he said, “Very good.” And spanked her.

  Copyright 2012 Eve Berlin. Excerpted by permission of Berkley Group. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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  Bonus Excerpt: SANCTUARY

  Eden Bradley

  From the Author of THE DARK GARDEN comes another scorching BDSM romance.

  When her best friend takes her to a BDSM club in San Francisco Devin Delaney meets the beautiful, mysterious and commanding Shaye Vincent. The wealthy, enigmatic man takes her on a journey into the darker side of sex, and it’s addictive. He’s addictive.

  At Sanctuary Devin’s kinkiest fantasies—and her emotions—shift into overdrive. But she’ll have to face old demons in order to give up control, and Shaye will have to walk through his own darkness. Can pain and desire bring them together? Or will it tear them apart?

  Sensual, seductive and deeply moving—If you liked the Fifty Shades trilogy, you’ll fall in love with Sanctuary.

  EXCERPT:

  “I appreciate you coming on such short notice,” he said.

  “Well, you asked me to come. I thought…”

  “What did you think?” he asked as he took her coat.

  “That I…should.”

  He hung her coat carefully in the foyer closet, then turned to face her. He looked beautiful and as wicked as ever in the low lighting coming from the living room.

  He took her hand once more and pulled her in close enough that she could feel the hard planes of his body pressed against her breasts. She wanted to groan aloud, but bit it back.

  He said quietly, so that she could feel his breath against her cheek, “We have no contract, Devin. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We’ve negotiated some of your limits, but you never have to be here if you don’t want to.”

  “Oh, I want to be here. I was just trying to tell you that I feel when you ask something of me, it becomes…exactly what I want.”

  He surged against her, his arms going around her and holding her close.

  “Ah, you are perfect, my girl.”

  She smiled, a shiver running through her. At the small term of endearment. At knowing she’d pleased him.

  “I’m going to strip you down now,” he whispered to her. “I’m going to spank you with a small leather strap until your gorgeous ass is pink, until you can’t take anymore. And then I’m going to fuck you.”

  “Oh, yes…” she breathed, not entirely certain she’d actually said the words aloud until she heard his small, pleased chuckle.

  In a flash he’d turned her around and had her naked, his own shirtless body pressing up behind her.

  “Shaye, I—”

  “Sh, now. Just follow my lead.”

  Her head was spinning, sinking down and down, into that floating place where there was nothing but pleasure, despite the pain he might give her. She wanted it. Needed it.

  She let him walk her into the living room, where he bent her over the end of the sofa.

  “Rest your elbows on the arm of the couch to steady yourself,” he instructed. “Yes, good. You have the most delectable ass I’ve ever seen.”

  He smacked her once, hard, making her jump, making her laugh.

  “Oh, do you think that’s funny?”

  “I…no…”

  He smacked her again and another giggle came out of her.

  “Shaye, I…it’s just nerves or something.”

  “Yes, I know. I’m not worried. I have my ways. Head down now, little Devin, and stay here quietly until I get back. Quiet and imagining what I might do to you in a few minutes.”

  “Oh…”

  “Sh, quiet,” he said, a harder edge to his voice this time that made her limbs go warm, her mind buzzing.

  She heard him walk away, the sweep of his bare feet. He’d left her shoes on, and she shifted from one foot to the other, heard the small squeak they made on the wood floors and tried to still herself. There was a momentary struggle to keep still, to do as he said. But she reminded herself that he had asked this of her—demanded it—and that was all it took for her body to calm of its own accord in a way that was almost meditative.

  He was back in a few moments later, his hand resting at the small of her back, steadying her. Making her feel owned, somehow.

  “You look so naked bent over like this,” he murmured. “I can just see the lovely seam of your pussy. Makes me want to touch you there. Like this.”

  His fingertips stroked the sensitive flesh between her thighs and she went wet instantly.

  “Spread a little for me. Yes, good.”

  She felt wide open. Wanton. She loved it.

  He grasped one hip in his big hand, pressed up against her, his erection against her buttock.

  God, he was going to fuck her tonight. She could hardly wait. Her sex clenched at the thought.

  His fingers found her wet slit once more, and he pushed one inside.

  “Oh…”

  Stay quiet, Devin. Try to be quiet, to hold still, no matter what I’m doing to you. Do you understand? You can answer me.”

  “Yes.”

  “Say my name.”

  “I understand, Shaye.”

  When he pushed a second finger inside her, causing pleasure to spill into her system like liquid heat, she had to bite her lip.

  He began a slow pumping rhythm, fucking her with his hand, and at the same time he began to spank her.

  It didn’t hurt at first—she was too full of pure pleasure from what he was doing to her needy pussy. But soon he began to smack harder, and it became more difficult to keep quiet. But she would do it. For him.

  He kept up the spanking, raining blows over her ass, her thighs, and all the time fucking her with his thrusting fingers. She was lost in pleasure—even the pain was pleasure. Lovely.

  And then he hit her with something.

  She smelled the leather even as she felt the wide strap across her bottom. She was too shocked to cry out.

  He hit her again with the strap, and this time she did yelp.

  “Come on, Devin. You can take it.”

  And she could. She felt a certain pride well within her as he smacked her ass over and over with the leather strap, as she felt the welts rising on her skin. She knew she could handle the pain. And somewhere between the hurting strap and the lovely sensation of his fingers plunging inside her, the line began to blur. Sensation became one thing—pleasure and pain—and her service to him, that she was doing this to please him, but as she’d said, it was what she craved most now, as well.

  It went on and on, until she felt her pussy swell with need, felt her climax trembling in her body, waiting, waiting.

  Shaye must have felt it, too.

  “Hold it back,” he ordered. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”

  “Yes…”

  He began to fuck her harder with his hand, really slamming into her. At the same time he kept smacking her sore and stinging skin with the strap. Something about the sharp scent of the leather was driving her crazy. Needing to come was driving her crazy. Her legs began to shake.

  “Oh, baby, this is beautiful,” he told her, his voice a little breathless. “You can do it. Hold it back for me.”

  He hit her harder, and pleasure surged, making her pussy ache, her clitoris hardening until she could barely stand it.

  “Shaye…I can’t.”

  “You can. And you will. Because I need to be inside you when come, baby. I need you to come all over me.”

  She groaned as he slipped his fingers from her—at the los of sensation. At the
knowledge that he would fuck her now.

  In moments he was behind her once more, and she felt his strong, naked thighs against hers, the slight tickle of the fine hair there. Then his sheathed cock was poised at her entrance. She surged back against him, trying to take him in.

  A low, rough chuckle from him. “Little Devin, you are not the one running this show, are you?”

  “No, Shaye.”

  “I like that—the way you say my name. I want you to ask for it.” His voice was rough with desire. “Ask me by name, Devin.”

  “Please, Shaye.”

  He pressed his thick cock against her, the tip just slipping inside. She could feel the cool metal of his piercing even through the condom. “Please, what?”

  She groaned. “Please fuck me.”

  “Say it again. The right way.”

  “Oh…please fuck me, Shaye.”

  Copyright 2012 Eden Bradley. Excerpted by permission of Eden Bradley. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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  Bonus Excerpt: SUMMER SOLSTICE

  Eden Bradley

  This summer is going to be twice as hot…

  The view from Leigh’s front porch was never this nice. In fact, her hunky new neighbor is sparking all kinds of naughty ideas about how to beat the heat. Much to her delight, the feeling is mutual—as long as they keep things light. Her divorce left her a little lonely, but far from needy.

  Jared doesn’t plan to spend much time in his new place before jetting off on his next photojournalism assignment. Leigh’s classic, California blonde looks are any man’s fantasy. A little flirting, a little playful, neighborly car washing, and it isn’t long until their summer fling is in full swing.

  Neither can imagine the sex being any hotter—until Jared’s sometime roommate and lover, Matteo, comes to town. In the arms of two men, Leigh brings her ultimate fantasy into scorching reality.

  Jared revels in the chance to command his two lovers’ every move, but when he gets the call for his next overseas gig, he’s not so sure he’s ready for the fireworks to end. And even as Leigh gives her two lovers the most precious gift—their freedom—she wonders how she’ll find the strength to say goodbye.

  Warning: Hot M/M/F ménage, sex in public places (sort of—read it and you’ll see!), every possible orifice filled (some simultaneously), a big, sexy, bossy alpha, an equally hot beta and a little spanking for good measure. Because let’s face it, who doesn’t need a little spanking now and then?

  EXCERPT:

  “Jared…”

  “What is it, darlin’?”

  “Undress me, please.”

  A small chuckle from him, then he pulled her dress over her head in one smooth motion. Matteo reached out and caressed one taut nipple with his fingertip.

  “Beautiful breasts, Leigh. Damn perfect, really. I could write a song about them.”

  She laughed, feeling freer than she ever had in her life, somehow. Powerful, desired by these two men.

  “It’s true,” Matteo insisted, leaning forward and laying a soft kiss where his fingertip had been.

  “Oh…”

  Pleasure surged through her, her breasts aching, her lacy panties soaked. She was vaguely aware of Jared undressing behind her, but Matteo’s touch, his mouth, were making her crazy. His fingers were still stroking the undersides of her breasts as he feathered his lips over her nipple.

  “Come on, Matteo,” she told him. Pleaded with him.

  “I like that you’re eager,” he murmured.

  “We’re just getting started,” Jared said, pulling her back, until she was reclining on his naked body.

  He was a solid wall of flesh behind her—solid chest, tight abs, hard cock. His hand slid down between her thighs, his fingers teasing at the edge of her panties.

  “Shall we take these off, Matteo?”

  A sharp squeeze in her sex at the idea of being completely naked with them.

  “Oh, yeah. Let me…”

  Matteo sat up and ran both hands down over her sides, her thighs, and she parted them, wanting his touch, and Jared’s.

  “You are eager,” Matteo said, smiling, his mouth soft and loose. He slid his fingers beneath the waistband and pulled down, slowly, slowly, his smile widening as her damp sex was revealed. “Ah, beautiful. You’re so wet already.” He pushed the scrap of lace down her legs. “I need to taste her, Jared.”

  “Yes. Do it.”

  Jared’s hands came around her, held her thighs, moving them wide apart. Then his hands slid in, until he reached her swollen pussy lips, and he held them open with his fingers. She was shaking, desire coursing through her like flame, scorching her.

  “I love to feel your thighs shaking,” Jared whispered into her hair. “I love to see your nipples go dark and hard. I love to see you wanting. I’m going to love it even more when Matteo dives in and licks your sweet cunt. When he sucks on your hard little clit. When he makes you come in my arms.”

  “Oh…”

  She was too dizzy to speak. She could only watch with heavy-lidded eyes as Matteo did exactly as Jared had said he would. He leaned in, and his dark hair was like strands of silk on her thighs as he licked her, his tongue wet and impossibly hot. All the way up her slit, then down again. Gently, so softly it was driving her mad immediately. That, and the safety of Jared’s strong arms around her, his fingers hurting her a little as he held her open for Matteo’s searching mouth.

  She could not believe this was happening. She could not believe how good this felt.

  “I’m going to come.”

  “Not yet,” Jared commanded. “Take a deep breath. For me. For us.”

  She inhaled, held the air in her lungs. But Matteo never stopped, his tongue assaulting her, pushing into her now.

  “Yes, that’s it, Matteo. Fuck her with your tongue.”

  That hot tongue pushed deeper, slid out, then in again, the rhythm pure, wet pleasure.

  “That’s so good, Matteo,” she murmured.

  Her hips arched into his mouth, and Matteo’s hand moved around her waist, slipped behind her. Jared moaned as he shifted to let Matteo take his hard cock in his hand.

  Jesus, she was really going to come.

  “Jared…”

  “Hold it back, my girl. I want him to stroke me. I want him to take us both to the edge.”

  “Oh, God…”

  Copyright 2010 Eden Bradley. Excerpted by permission of Samhain Publishing. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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  Bonus Excerpt From R.G. Alexander: Possess Me

  Possess Me

  RG Alexander

  Berkley Publishing

  Excerpt

  “Him? Oh, baby girl, are you sure? Haven’t you heard the stories? What they call him? The man is trouble. By that I mean I’d do him, and you know what bad taste I have in men.”

  A few curious tourists eating at the table beside them raised their eyebrows at Michelle’s overloud reaction to her plan, and Allegra grinned in spite of her nerves. She probably shouldn’t have invited Michelle out to lunch at their favorite po’boy shop to ex- plain it.

  Witnesses wouldn’t save her from her roommate’s vocal, if humorous, disapproval. At least the food was comforting. And filling. She pushed away from the table, half of the giant seafood sandwich left uneaten. “Personally, I can’t believe you haven’t.”

  “What? Done him?” Michelle held her hands up and shook her head, chocolate curls bouncing with her vehemence. “He’s easy on the eyes, true enough, but that man has a monkey on his back. A giant, climb-the-Empire-State-Building-and-swat-at-airplanes kinda monkey.”

  Allegra snorted, her sweet tea nearly going up her nose while Michelle shuddered dramatically. “No. He’s not for me. And I don’t think he’s for you either, Allegra. No matter how big a risk taker you
are.”

  Allegra smiled again. This was one of the reasons she’d moved to New Orleans. She needed her friend, even if they disagreed. She needed a little laughter in her life. Someone to tell all her secrets to. Okay. Most of her secrets to.

  Since the accident, her family back in Houston acted as though she were an invalid with one foot in the grave. She wasn’t their Allegra anymore. To her it seemed they could barely look at her, and they spoke in those hushed tones reserved for terminal patients and funeral homes. It was like a never-ending wake.

  Michelle, on the other hand, treated her the same way she had when they’d shared a dorm at the University of Texas. Back when Allegra was a wild, carefree youth who wasn’t afraid to take chances, to live. Back when she was whole. So when Michelle called and mentioned her roommate had moved out and taken a job in North Carolina, Allegra jumped at the chance to start again. Before she let her family’s concern overtake her determination to heal. To have a life again.

  Michelle was right about one thing; he did look like trouble. Lucifer the fallen angel himself. Too beautiful not to be a sin. Celestin Dias Rousseau. It was a mouthful of a name for the mouth-watering man who owned the small coffee shop across the street from her and Michelle’s apartment.

  The man she was going to seduce. Luring men into having sex had never been one of her pastimes, even before the accident. But for the last few months Rousseau had become Allegra’s obsession.

  Who was she kidding? She’d been hooked from the first morning she’d laid eyes on the man.

  Her physical therapist in Houston had left her with strict instructions not to overdo, but not to let her leg muscles weaken any further from disuse either. So as soon as she’d arrived in town she’d taken to walking through the French Quarter early in the morning. Oh there were still people milling about, there always were, but in the morning it was a different crowd.

  Workers unloaded trucks to replenish the bars and restaurants that had been drained dry by the influx of tourists and business- men. Artists, psychics, and performers staked out their places on the sidewalk, ready for the crowds that were their bread and but- ter. Crowds that, according to Michelle, were finally coming back after the nightmare of Hurricane Katrina.