By the end of the week, the twinkle was back in Ash’s eyes. And the melancholy that had haunted Kylie had finally dissipated. Her smile was now back in full force. Even her appetite was back, but not until after she’d lost over ten pounds.
Since it was too cold for a garden wedding, they were in the ballroom at Marshall’s Hill, an absolutely perfect spot for a wedding. Sparkling crystal chandeliers reflected off of window panes and enormous mirrors. There were flowers everywhere. The area at the far end had been turned into a pavilion draped with ivy, white lilies and red roses, while above it, in the musician’s gallery, a string quartet plus two flutes was playing classical arrangements of pop tunes. At the moment they were playing Open Arms by Journey.
A hush fell over the crowd as the side door opened and Judge Richard P. Walters walked in followed by Simon, Caleb, Ash, Clay Nighthorse, Lucas McKay, and Jason Ingram. After meeting him at Clay and Leah’s wedding, Kylie had been devastated to hear his harrowing account of being forced to describe her ordeal outside John Bullard’s cabin. She had talked with him several times since then, and had become very fond of him. She’d been very happy when he’d told her he was thinking of quitting the spy business altogether, leaving D.C. and moving to Passion Lake. He could do whatever hacking he needed to do from there just as easily.
Jesse Colter and Adam Sinclair walked down the aisle unrolling the white runner. Then they went and took their place with the rest of the men. Kylie’s heart clutched. For the first time since she’d met them, the Rafferty triplets looked exactly alike. They’d all three gotten the same haircuts and were dressed in identical black Armani tuxedos. They were always sexy, but today they were positively drop-dead gorgeous, exuding a level of sheer masculine attraction that should be outlawed. The rest of the men were no slouches either.
Kylie’s bridesmaids entered and lined up with her behind the screen. In addition to Sarah Marshall and Leah Nighthorse, there was also Sharon Burrell and Naomi Kittredge. Since Kylie’s kidnapping she’d become close with both Sharon and Naomi. All four women were wearing red silk cocktail dresses, but each one was wearing a different style. All four of them hugged and kissed Kylie.
Sarah peeked around the corner of the screen. “Oh, my God,” she pulled her head back. “It’s like a testosterone bomb went off up there. Admit it, girls, our men are seriously hot. I’m talking epically hot.”
“Speaking of hot…”Leah looked at Kylie. “You look so gorgeous, hon. The red sash is the perfect touch.” She leaned forward, continuing in a low whisper, to spare Kylie’s having to explain to her father, “It goes with your…um… jewel.” Leah had accidentally seen Kylie’s jeweled butt plug when Kylie had bent over in the dressing room to pick up something off the floor.
“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Kylie whispered back.
“You think you’re the only member of this wedding party wearing…jewelry?”
Kylie glanced at Sarah, who just gave her a mysterious little smile and turned her head.
“Okay, you got me there.”
Kylie looked down at her silk wedding gown. It was a fairly simple fit and flair design with a ruched bodice and a built-in corset that pulled her in in all the right places and accented every lush curve of her body. It was devoid of ornamentation mainly because she hadn’t wanted the gown to draw attention away from the exquisite diamond and ruby necklace and matching earrings she was wearing. Wedding gifts from her men. She was officially marrying only Caleb, but they had rewritten the ceremony to include Ash and Simon in the exchange of vows because she was committing herself equally to all three of them. Over the past week, the men had also mentioned the possibility of having a Collaring Ceremony at Club Risqué, sometime in the near future. But no date had been set for that.
The last woman through the door was the maid of honor, her sister, Janelle Goodman. She had taken a two-week leave of absence from the Royal Ballet before the start of their North American tour and had somehow managed, with Sarah’s and Leah’s help, to plan and execute a surprise bridal shower at Granny Grace’s Tea Shoppe that nearly everyone in the entire town had attended. Janelle was petite and beautiful, with the slender figure, long, graceful neck and long, long legs of a classical dancer. Her thick brown hair hung past her shoulders in luxurious waves from a center part on top of her head. She and Kylie threw their arms around each other, holding on and rocking each other back and forth, as though stocking up on this feeling to get them through the long months apart.
“I love you, Kylie,” Janelle whispered in her sister’s ear. “I’m so happy for you. Your men are everything a woman could ask for in a life partner. And you’ve got three of them, you lucky girl. How fair is that to the rest of us poor schlubs?”
Kylie laughed. “Sorry, Sis. You’ll just have to find your own.”
A secret smile crossed Janelle’s lips. “Actually, I think I may already have. He’s the company’s new principal dancer, from Russia. Name’s Mikhail Borochev. He’s partnering me this season in Sir Kenneth’s Romeo and Juliet. We’ll be at the Kennedy Center December 28th through January 3rd. Let me know what date you can make it and I’ll leave four tickets at the box office for you—or as many as you want. You absolutely have to see us dance together. We are sooooo hot! Everyone says so.”
Kylie’s hand went to her hip. “You’ve been here nearly two weeks. Why am I just now hearing about this?”
Janelle crossed her fingers. “I didn’t want to jinx it. Just come watch us dance. I think you’ll see the connection between us.”
“We’ll be there, sweetie. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
The quartet began playing Bach’s Sheep May Safely Graze, and Sarah started down the aisle followed by Leah, Sharon, Naomi, and, finally, Janelle. There was a brief pause, then the music changed to Bist du Bei Mir, also by Bach. Kylie and her father started down the aisle. She wondered briefly what her father’s reaction would have been if he’d known that, in addition to the diamond-and-ruby necklace and earrings that everyone could see, she was also wearing a large, ruby-studded butt plug, a clit clamp, and diamond-and-ruby-studded nipple clamps that only her men were going to see. Later tonight. In the privacy of their dungeon, where the new gynecological chair Ash had installed was waiting for her. They had promised her a truly special scene that had her practically melting with anticipation. But she’d also earned a punishment, and that had her more than just a little apprehensive. She was also wearing a bullet vibrator deep inside her vagina. Caleb had the remote. And as she approached the mid-point of her walk down the aisle, he turned it on. Her eyes narrowed and she gave him a scowl. He just grinned, completely unrepentant, and turned it up another notch. She stiffened slightly, but otherwise gave no sign that anything had happened. Caleb just smiled at her and she was lost. She looked at all three of them, tears of happiness welling in her eyes. These men were her love. Her life. Her future. And as she walked toward them and it with a singing heart and a joyful soul, she could hardly wait for this new adventure to begin.
THE END
If you liked Passion’s Fury, Book Two of The Doms of Passion Lake, then be sure to check out Passion’s Dream, Book One of the series, available now at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00RY1643K. And be on the lookout for Book Three, Passion’s Hope, which will be out in March, 2015. Below are blurbs and excerpts from both of these thrilling books.
PASSION’S DREAM
When Clay “Raven” Nighthorse is offered a job as bodyguard to a woman being stalked by her vengeful ex, he’s ready to turn it down. Until he discovers that she is the woman he met on a beach three years ago. The woman with whom he felt an instant connection. The woman who has been haunting his dreams ever since.
Leah Stanhope has never forgotten the day she found her husband in bed with another woman. Nor has she forgotten the kindness and compassion of the complete stranger who’d simply held her in his arms and let her cry herself out on a public beach. She despairs of ever seeing him again until fate brings them
together in a conflagration of desire and smoking hot passion. Can Clay convince Leah to risk her heart? And when her stalker finds her, will Clay be able to stop him in time?
PASSION’S DREAM – ADULT EXCERPT
Lifting his hand, he placed his fingertips against her cheek.
She jerked her head away, but otherwise couldn’t move. It was as if she’d been turned to stone. “Don’t touch me!” She’d meant it to be an icy command, but instead it came out a choked, frightened whisper.
Ignoring her, he sent his fingers on a journey along the line of her jaw, down the slender column of her neck. He paused at the base of her neck, holding the tip of his index finger over the pulse hammering there, betraying her agitation. The journey continued down over her collar bones, across the creamy, sloping mound of her breast to the edge of her modest bathing suit top. When she made no move to stop him, he hooked his forefinger into the stretchy material. When she still didn’t move, he allowed his fingernail to scrape against her tender flesh as he traced the outline of the fabric down to its lowest point—the point where it stretched across the shadowed valley between her breasts.
“Don’t—”It was a choked whisper. She closed her eyes, but she made no attempt to remove his hand. She was trembling, every clamoring nerve aware of his nearness, the potent sexuality of his hard, male body so close to hers. ‘I-I’m engaged to be married.”
“Ah, yes.” His lips twisted. “The ever-devoted fiancé. Tell me, Leah,” he tugged her toward him, the weight of his hand pulling the stretchy, jersey top outward, threatening to release the rounded fullness of her breasts. “Tell me about him. What’s it like making love to an old man?”
She should have pushed him away. She should have stepped back—anything to put distance between them. Except she wasn’t standing. She was floating in the water, anchored by her elbow on the pool deck and his finger hooked in her bikini top. Unable to get away, she stared up at him helplessly, trapped as much by the confusion leaping within her as she was by the sensual spell he seemed to be weaving around her like a web.
Resting his left elbow on the underwater shelf, he released her top and lifted his hand to shape the back of her head, those long, lean fingers threading through the damp silk of her hair. “Does his touch arouse you?” Slowly, sensuously, he pulled her toward him, closing the distance between them, until his firm, mobile mouth was less than an inch from her own, his breath warm against her lips. “Does he set you on fire?”
The hard contours of his body brushed tantalizingly against the softly rounded curves of her own as the cool water undulated against them.
“Does he kiss you like this?” Clay persisted, dropping a warm, feather-light kiss near one corner of her trembling mouth, “like a father? Or perhaps like an uncle or older brother, like this,” he pressed his lips first to her cheek, then, tilting her head down, her forehead. “Or does he kiss you like a lover? Like this—”and his mouth closed over hers in a dark, golden storm, his lips expertly parting hers to admit the probing sweetness of his tongue.
Leah stiffened and tried to pull away, but it was too late. The flame ignited by his touch was all-consuming. Without volition, her arms went around his neck, her legs circled his waist, ankles locking behind him. The sheer size of the erection pressing against her sex made her gasp. Her belly plummeted, sending moisture gushing out of her pussy onto the strip of fabric that was the bottom of her two-piece. She’d never been so aroused in her life. Her traitorous body arched toward his, her hips grinding her sex against his cock. She moaned into his mouth as his arms went tightly around her back, crushing her soft breasts to his hard chest. Locked together, they sank beneath the surface of the water. Instead of panicking and struggling to break free, Leah wound her arms tightly around his neck and held on, trusting in his care of her.
Without breaking the kiss, Clay pushed off the deep end of the pool with a powerful thrust of his muscular legs, gliding swiftly through the water to the center of the pool, where he could stand up. They broke the surface still locked together, their mouths tearing apart only long enough to drag air into their oxygen-starved lungs before crushing back together, tongues dueling passionately.
Leah loosened her hold on his neck, running her hands wonderingly over his shoulders and back, savoring the power of the muscles flexing beneath his satin-smooth skin, delighting in the heat of his body beneath the cool slickness of the pool water. In spite of the pervading smell of chlorine, she could still smell his clean, masculine scent. Losing all reason, she broke off the kiss to bury her face in the side of his neck, where it curved into his shoulder, inhaling that scent deep into her lungs. Daringly, she put out her tongue and took a tiny lick of his warm, moist skin. God, he tasted so good! He felt so good! She couldn’t stifle the groan that ripped from her throat. Her hands curved around to the back of his head, her fingers gripping the thick, wet mass of his hair, holding his head still. She drew a shuddering breath, trying desperately to get herself under control. This is a mistake! This is a colossal mistake!
What readers are saying about Passion’s Dream
“If you’re not into sexy dominants, submissives willing to explore their true nature, absolutely scorching sex scenes, thrilling suspense, and great plot lines…this book may not be for you.” :-)
“At the top of my list along with books from Cherise Sinclair and Kallypso Masters.”
“Julie is a force to be recognized in the big leagues of contemporary erotic romance. Don't hesitate to buy Passion’s Dream, you will not be disappointed. Can't wait for the next book.”
“Great start to a new series….makes you want to move to Virginia and look for Passion Lake.”
“Passion’s Dream has the perfect complement of romance, (kinky at times - but let's be honest, we've come to expect that from Ms. Shelton's books :-)) sex and suspense. My only problem - it wasn’t long enough.”
Passion’s Hope is the third book in the exciting new BDSM series, The Doms of Passion Lake. Be sure to read Passion’s Dream and Passion’s Fury, Books One and Two. And be on the lookout for more by this talented writer.
PASSION’S HOPE
On the run from an abusive Dom, out-of-work waitress and aspiring singer Charlotte Fielding has sworn off men and she’s sworn off the BDSM lifestyle. She only stopped by this BDSM Club Open House to stock up on the free food before heading for an audition with a country/rock band. But when her abuser, a rich and powerful businessman, who also happens to be at the Open House, insults and attacks her publicly, former SEALs Nikolai Rostov and Jay Gillespie come to her rescue and offer to help. But that would require her to trust the two hunkiest Doms she’s ever met. And Charlotte’s all out of trust.
But fate has brought these three people together—Nik, the big Russian Daddy Dom, Jay, the switch, and Charlie, the submissive who needs what both of these men have to offer. Just as they need what she has to offer. Can she learn to trust them? Can she risk her heart? And when her abuser hires a hit man to keep her from testifying against him in court, will Charlie stay and let Nik and Jay risk their lives in order to keep her safe? Or will she run—and risk destroying the only happiness she has ever known?
PASSION’S HOPE – ADULT EXCERPT
Nik stared at the flat end of the plug settling into the crack of Jay’s squirming ass. He was going to enjoy this spanking. Probably a whole lot more than Jay was. Once again he leaned over Jay’s back. Grabbing him by his hair, he pulled Jay’s head back and growled in his ear. “There will be no warm-up, boy. You will receive thirty hard swats. The last ten will include a surprise. You may cry out if you need to. Nod your head if you understand.”
Jay moaned. His nod was a barely perceptible movement of his head.
Nik’s big hand grabbed the hair on the back of Jay’s head, lifting it up off the padded head rest. “You want to come, don’t you, boy? You may answer.”
God help him, he did. More than he’d ever wanted to come in his entire life!
“Yes, Daddy,” h
e wailed.
“You are not allowed. Not until I have given you the last strike, do you hear me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“If you do, your punishment will double. Clear?”
Jay groaned. Sixty strokes! He’d never be able to withstand sixty strokes! He was going to have to do everything within his power to keep from coming. Even though he wasn’t at all sure he was going to be able to.
“I asked you a question, boy. I dislike having to wait.”
Jay managed another jerk of his head. “Yes, Daddy. Clear.”
“Do you know why you’re being punished?”
“Yes, Daddy. For always making you late.”
Nik’s eyes gleamed as he released Jay’s head and straightened back away from him. Once again he grabbed the cheeks of his ass, squeezing, kneading, pushing them apart to reveal his dark brown hole. Then, without warning, he delivered a harsh slap to Jay’s right cheek. The sharp stinging pain forced a cry from Jay’s throat, followed by a moan as heat bloomed across his skin. A second harsh slap followed to Jay’s left cheek. Nik took his time, placing each new blow precisely where he wanted it, slightly overlapping the previous blow. By the time the twentieth blow fell, Jay’s ass was a deep, uniform red. Nik stood over him, his body sheened with sweat. He was panting for breath, his left hand resting on Jay’s burning ass, his right hanging at his side. His palm was stinging from the force of his blows. Jay’s skin was on fire. Almost absently Nik began kneading the heat more deeply into Jay’s muscles, sending fire radiating through his entire body.
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