by Cook, Kris
“Okay. I’m thinking.”
“And I’m waiting.”
I lost my head. He was demanding a question. I blurted the first thing that came to my mind. “How good are you at spanking?”
His eyebrows shot up and then immediately came down. The corners of his sexy mouth turned up ever so slightly. My cheeks burned and my eyes watered. I’d never been so embarrassed in all my life.
...Excerpt from MIA’S SPANKING DIARY by Kris Cook ©2012
Booklist
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The Eternally Three Series:
Perfection
Captivation
Lillian’s Rogues - an E3 Novella
Texas Wolf Pack Series:
Secret Cravings
Primal Desire (coming soon for your Kindle)
Secret Diaries Series:
Mia’s Spanking Diary
Lea’s Ménage Diary (Spring 2012)
Misty’s Bondage Diary (Summer 2012)
Ella’s Leather Diary (Fall 2012)
Also available:
Three To Play
About the Author
A military brat to the core, Kris Cook never put down deep roots in any particular geographic location. Until Texas. Why? Kris loves the sun.
A voracious reader, Kris loves many genres of fiction, but this writer’s favorite books are romances that are edgy, sexy, with rich characters and unique challenges. Kris’ influences include JR Ward, Lora Leigh, and Shayla Black.
Kris’ motto: I like cooking up really hot books for my readers. The hotter, the better.
Kris is also the founder and host of http://www.righteousperverts.com, a weekly online author chat featuring some of the best voices in erotic romance fiction. Guests have included Melissa Schroeder, Shayla Black, Sophie Oak, Chloe Lang, Eliza Gayle, Lorelei James, Bella Andre, Mari Carr, Cat Johnson, Lexi Blake and more.
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Read on for excerpts from erotic romance authors Melissa Schroeder and Lexi Blake:
Now available in digital and in print this coming summer.
A Little Harmless Submission
Copyright 2012 Melissa Schroeder
For a tough as nails Dom hunting a sadistic serial killer is nothing compared to losing his heart.
Rome Carino is hunting a predator. One who likes to hurt submissives and the most popular BDSM club’s patrons are being targeted. With each fresh kill, he gets more brazen. Rome knows he just needs one little break, but before he can make headway, the FBI shows up. Worse, the uptight, buttoned-down Special Agent Maria Callahan suggests a plan that is dangerous, but worth it because it might just catch the killer. If Rome can keep his mind on the case and off the beautiful FBI agent, he'll be just fine.
Maria is still trying to step out of her legendary father's shadow and knows just how to do it. Luring the killer by posing as Rome's new sub seems like a good idea. That is, until undercover becomes real life and she finds herself tangled up with a man who amazes and scares her at the same time. Her growing attraction to the Honolulu Police Detective is a little too much to handle. Even knowing that, she can't help falling in love with the tough Dom and losing herself in the games they play in the bedroom.
Rome is overwhelmed by his need for Maria. He has never had a sub respond to him the way she does and no matter what he does, he feels himself slipping off that cliff into love. As their relationship starts to unfold, he realizes that he will do anything to win her heart, to convince her to become his sub for a lifetime. But before he can do anything, the killer turns his attention on Rome and the one thing he holds dear: Maria.
WARNING: The following book contains: A Dom who thinks he can do no wrong, a new sub who is about to teach him he can, palm trees, a trip or two to Rough ‘n Ready, a flirty Aussie Dom with questionable motives, old friends, and a new enemy. Yeah, it might be called Harmless, but you Addicts know it’s anything but.
Enjoy the following excerpt from A Little Harmless Submission:
When they arrived at her hotel, she expected him to drop her off at the front, but instead, he parked the car. After tossing his keys to the valet and grabbing the ticket he took her by the elbow and headed to the Tapa Tower. Amazingly, they found themselves on the elevator alone.
“I don’t care for your methods.” She inwardly winced at her tone. She sounded like a prude.
He slanted her a look. “Yeah?”
“I understand you might not like it, but being a petulant child pouting over losing an argument doesn’t make you look good. I won’t take the silent treatment.”
Before she knew what he was about, he grabbed her wrist slipped in front of her then released her arm to cage her into the corner of the elevator.
“If you’re going to play the submissive, you’re going to have to be a little better at taking orders.”
She couldn’t speak. Her heart was beating so hard she’d bet he could hear it. She raised her gaze from his chest to his face, and eventually made eye contact. Good God. Her whole body went on alert at the heat she saw flaming in the depths of his hazel eyes. She wasn’t afraid of him, but of the arousal that now slid through her veins at an alarming rate.
“You don’t tell me what to do at the club. That will tell people right off the bat you aren’t serious about it. And, if you want to play sub to my Dom, you better get used to doing exactly what I tell you.”
He leaned forward nuzzling her neck. His breath feathered out over her flesh and she couldn’t stop the shiver. This kind of behavior shouldn’t be turning her on. Her nipples hardened, her breath tangled in her throat. She thought she felt his mouth on her skin but the door dinged open and he pulled back. It took her a second to yank herself out of the sea of lust he’d tossed her in. He stood by the door, keeping it open as if nothing strange had happened.
She drew in a deep breath, gathered up her senses and some of her pride and stepped into the hallway. He walked behind her, a silent companion but now her nerves were frazzled. What was it about this man? It wasn’t that she felt she had to prove herself to him.
She stopped at her door and glanced back over her shoulder at him. “You didn’t have to do that. I understand what’s expected of me.”
“Really?”
She fought back the irritation. “I’ve researched it. I would never suggest this if I didn’t know what I to do.”
He nodded but still looked skeptical.
“I can play the role. You didn’t have to pull that stunt.”
He studied her for a moment, no expression on his face. Then, he placed his hand on the wall next to her head, then leaned closer as he did in the elevator. Gawd, he smelled good. Earthy and sensual and all wrapped up in a dominant package of a man. She shouldn’t want to attract him, but everything in her being was telling her to do anything to get him in her bed.
“What stunt are you talking about?”
For a moment, all she could do was look at his lips as he spoke. His were full, sensual, and utterly irresistible,
“Callahan.”
She shook herself and tried to remember what they had been talking about. Great, now she had to embarrass herself with an explanation. She didn’t want to do this. She understood she wasn’t attractive to men like Rome. That she could live with. Having to admit it to him out loud was more than a little awkward.
“I understand that a woman like me would never attract you—“
“What do you mean by that?”
She glanced up and realized he looked genuinely surprised.
“Nothing. Just understand I can play a role and I won’t get all sappy on you. I want this guy as much as I do.”
Again, he was silent. She hated that, hated the way he looked at her. It was if he was completely perplexed by her. “Play a role?”
She rolled her eyes and pul
led her key card out not able to look at him anymore. She was damned tired and ready to collapse. Add this embarrassment to the mix and she just wanted to crawl under the covers and forget most of the day.
“When we’re out of the public eye, I understand. You don’t have to play the role of my lover behind the scenes. It is easy if have parameters.”
“Callahan.” His voice was quiet but commanding.
“What?”
“Look at me.” The order was soft, but definitely not to be ignored. She couldn’t if she wanted to. His deep, resonate voice wrapped around her senses and forced her to do his bidding.
When she finally made eye contact, her whole body went hot again. The intense look had her trying to swallow, but she found her mouth dry. He slipped his free hand up to cup her jaw. Without saying a word, he bent his head down and brushed his mouth against hers. She could feel the heat of him through their layers of clothing.
He leaned even closer and she could feel his erection. There was no mistaking that. Just feeling the hot long length of him had every hormone in her body jumping to attention ready to serve. When he pulled back it took a few moments to open her eyes again.
The fire in his eyes was still there. His cheeks were flushed, and she could tell there was a little more than just play-acting involved.
“Just so you know. Guys like me can be attracted to women like you.”
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Now available in digital and in print.
The Dom Who Loved Me
Copyright 2011 Lexi Blake
A routine mission…
Sean Taggart is hunting a deadly terrorist, and his only lead is the lovely Grace Hawthorne. She's the executive assistant for an employment agency Sean suspects is a front for illegal activities. To get the truth he is going to have to get very close to Grace, a task he is all too eager to undertake when he discovers her deliciously submissive nature.
…turns into a dangerous seduction
Soon, Grace Hawthorne is living a double life. By day, she is the widowed mother of two college-aged sons. By night she submits to Sean's every dark desire. She's living out her wildest fantasies of pleasure - intimate acts of trust she'd only read about. As passion engulfs her, a murderer strikes, and Grace learns that Sean has a deeply hidden agenda. Will Sean choose his mission and break her heart or be the Master of her dreams?
Enjoy the following excerpt from The Dom Who Loved Me:
What was he doing? He’d thought that he could charm Grace and get the information he needed, but one little encounter with her had Sean panting and thinking in the long term. He’d so much as told Grace he wanted a relationship with her. And he did. God help him, he was crazy about her. It was just one more reason to back off the intimate relationship with Grace.
Sean wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door. He’d ask Grace if maybe one of her sons had left behind something he could wear. Anything would be easier than sitting around her kitchen almost naked trying to explain that he didn’t want to have sex with her when his cock so obviously did.
The sight that met him when he opened the door made him stop in his tracks. Suddenly every single thought of leaving Grace further untouched fled as his cock firmly took command.
Grace sat in the middle of her queen-sized bed. She was completely naked and on her knees. Her palms were up, lying on her thighs, and her lovely head gazed to someplace on the floor in front of her. Her eyes were submissively down, and long auburn locks flowed around her shoulders like a silky waterfall. It was the graceful position of a sub waiting for her dominant partner’s command. Everything inside Sean responded to it. He’d seen submissives waiting for him in this position countless times, but his heart leapt at the sight of Grace. This wasn’t some nameless sub looking for a good time. This was Grace. She’d never sat in this position for anyone else. Just for him.
“Not on the bed, Grace,” he heard himself saying. “When you greet me, you do it on the floor.”
She moved quickly and found the position again. She never looked up at him, merely followed his command. Her red hair flowed freely down her back. It was wild and wavy from the humidity. It went well with her nude body, making her seem primitive and tempting. He took in every inch of her lovely, feminine form. She was petite, but curved in all the right places. Her breasts were large and natural. Her waist flowed gracefully into full hips he could grip when he fucked her. She was the most desirable woman he had ever seen. As though he hadn’t just had an orgasm, his cock fought the cotton of the towel, trying to break free.
He placed a hand on her head and gave up the fight. He would regret it. He knew he would. And he also knew he couldn’t walk away from her. He let the towel drop. “Your form is next to perfect. Straighten your spine a little. Those novels you’ve read seem to have the right idea. Look up at me.”
Her chin came up. Her lovely face was placid. Those big hazel eyes were perfectly calm, but the slight curve of her lips gave her away. She was thrilled with his response. She’d known what she was doing. His little one was going to try to top from the bottom. It would be an intricate dance between them for power. He was looking forward to many, many years of such a struggle. This was what you didn’t get from a slave, this fire and passion. She would always surprise him. Perhaps it was time to surprise his little sub, too.
“Did you do as I asked?”
She nodded, though a little wariness entered her expression now. “I opened the wine, Sir. It’s on the table.”
Sure enough, she’d followed the letter of his command, but not the intent. The bottle was chilling in a little silver bucket with two wine glasses beside it on the bedside table. “Grace, I told you I wanted to talk. Did you have any intention of talking to me?”
“Oh, yes.” Her response was bouncy as though she was happy he’d phrased it in a way she didn’t have to lie about. “I think we should talk.”
He would have to be more direct. He hid the smile that threatened. He was supposed to be in control. “Grace, are you trying to seduce me?”
Now her face fell, and her teeth sank into her full bottom lip. “Can I seduce you?”
He sighed. That was what this was about? Did the woman not have eyes? In the week he’d known her, he’d always had an erection around her. She was his fucking Viagra, and he’d gone way over the “erection lasting four hours” point. He didn’t need a doctor. He needed her. He was far past thinking about the job. He was thinking about Grace.
And he needed to teach his little sub a lesson. “I believe you’ll find you can seduce me, but first things first.” He sat down on her bed. “Over my lap.”
He didn’t miss the hitch in her breath. It wasn’t nervousness.
“I won’t ask again. Right now it’s a count of five. Every second you delay, I add on to it.”
Grace’s gorgeous, heart-shaped ass was across his lap in no time. Her stomach pressed against his cock. She wiggled a little, trying to get situated. Sean steadied her with his left hand. “Do you know why I’m going to spank you, little one?”
“Because I was trying to manipulate you.”
“No, darling. I’m going to spank you because you’ll like it.”
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