Erotically Yours

Satin and Steel

(Erotically Yours 3)

Contemporary Consensual BDSM, bondage, paddling, sex toys, HEA

The peace Beth Matthews had finally found was shattered by her new next-door neighbor.

She’d been alone since her divorce and had found a strength within herself that she’d never suspected.

Searching for peace, Joe Steel wanted to move from the city to the quiet town of Lakeside.

He hadn’t expected to meet the woman of his dreams living right next door.

Beth was everything he’d spent his life searching for and he was determined to make her his submissive.

Joe’s lovemaking made her feel like a woman in ways she hadn’t in a very long time and she couldn’t resist his proposal or the chance to feel like a woman again.

They’d barely begun when her car crash changed everything.

Her paralysis—however temporary—terrified her.

Joe understood Beth’s reasons for trying to push him away, but he loved her and had no intention of going anywhere.

Excerpt

Beth finished her grapefruit and coffee and washed her dishes before going to take a shower.

She knew she would get sweaty while she cleaned, but her eyes felt gritty from lack of sleep, and she hoped a hot shower would put her in a better mood.

Dressed in denim shorts and a bright pink T-shirt, and with her wet hair piled up in with a clip, Beth stripped the bed and started the laundry, drinking another cup of coffee before she started to clean.

Making sure she couldn’t be seen, she peered out the window, surprised to see that not only had all worked stopped but the men had all gone.

The number of trucks remaining and the sight of the two saws still standing in the yard told her that they would be back, but in the meantime, she planned to enjoy the silence.

She started on the bathrooms, cleaning them until they sparkled, planning to wait until they started making noise again before using the vacuum.

She’d just started on the kitchen when a knock sounded at the door.

Irritated at the interruption, especially when she suspected that she’d open the door to find Phil standing on her doorstep, she clenched her jaw, cursing under her breath.

“There’s no way to get any peace around here!” Dropping the bucket and cleanser she’d been using on the kitchen floor, she headed for the front door. “Phil, I told you that I’m not interested—”

She yanked the door open, snapping her mouth closed when she saw that the man standing on her doorstep wasn’t Phil.

It was him.

Sucking in a breath, she froze and stared at him, her mind going blank.

The sexuality he exuded made it difficult to breathe, and she found herself pressing a hand against her fluttering stomach, taking a deep breath.

He even smelled expensive.

Holding on to the door for support, she stared into brown eyes that glimmered with flecks of green and gold.

Dark brown hair, just long enough to brush the collar of his T-shirt framed a face too masculine to be handsome, but somehow was, the streaks of gray at his temple only adding to his appeal.

He had high cheekbones and a strong jaw, and lips that promised incredible pleasure, his bottom lip fuller than the top, and she found her own lips tingling with the anticipation of feeling them against hers.

His eyes glittered with interest and a confidence that unnerved her.

He smiled slowly, another of those knowing smiles that told her that he knew exactly what his presence did to her, a smile that instantly reignited her anger. “Good morning.”

Stiffening, she clenched her jaw, reining in her temper and giving him the cool tone she’d perfected a long time ago. “Good morning? I wouldn’t exactly call it that. A good morning would have been if I could sleep in on the first day of spring vacation.”

He had the grace to grimace, but it only drew her attention to his lips. “I’m sorry about that. I understand it’s been going on for some time.”

His deep voice had a seductive quality that wrapped her in a gossamer web of warmth and desire that had her fighting for calm.

Aware that her nipples had beaded, she stiffened and crossed her arms over her chest. “Yes, it has. Even on weekends, which is especially delightful. Saturdays and Sundays.”

His eyes flickered briefly with anger. “I know. I’m sorry. I just found out this morning. It won’t happen again. I brought—” He lifted a box she hadn’t noticed before, a box from the local donut shop.

“No. Thank you. Please tell those assholes to keep it quiet. Good-bye.”

Shaking by her own response to his presence, she slammed the door, leaning back against it and struggling to catch her breath.

It had been years since she’d felt anything even resembling desire, and it had never even been close to the bubbling heat now flowing through her veins.

Slowly sinking to the floor, she wrapped her arms around her knees and took several steadying breaths, which did very little to steady her.

Listening for any sound, she sat that way for several minutes, stiffening when she heard his car start from her driveway.

Jumping to her feet, she rushed toward the kitchen window, peering out from the side so he couldn’t see her.

Keeping a hand pressed to her belly, she watched him through his windshield. After sitting motionlessly for several heart-stopping seconds, he unexpectedly lifted his gaze to zero in on hers through the window.

With a gasp, she hurriedly stepped away, tripping over the bucket of cleaning supplies and landing hard on her bottom.

“Damn it!”

Bringing her knees up, she wrapped her arms around them again and listened for his car to drive away, her heart pounding.

Even after she heard his car pull out and she got to her feet to watch it disappear down the street, it was several minutes before she drew a steady breath.

“Get a grip, Beth. It’s only a man. Hell, you don’t even know his name.”

Realizing that she’d made a fool of herself in front of him, she inwardly cursed, promising herself that she’d be better prepared if she ever encountered him again.

Iron Cowboy

(Erotically Yours 2)

Erotic Cowboy Romance, HEA

Lana Davies’ modelling career ended the moment she was attacked by a stalker. The physical and emotional scars changed her, transforming her into a woman she barely recognized.

Wanting a fresh start, she moves back home to Monterro, New Mexico, where she meets a man of iron who surrounds her with a sense of peace and security she so desperately needs. But the lingering effects of her attack still haunt her and Lana can’t let herself fully lean on him until she’s gotten her strength back.

Pleased that Lana seems to grow stronger by the day under his protection, J.W. vows to do his best to make her his and to keep her safe from the man who is still stalking her…

Excerpt

Henry Davies gathered his daughter close, running a hand up and down her back as she clung to him. “You were only trying to protect her. I saw her almost fall. She’ll be all right now.”

“Take her to my study so she can calm down.” Lifting his head, he glared at the members of the band, not turning away until they fumbled and started playing again.

Carolyn Davies rushed forward, waving her hands. “Everything’s fine. Go back to the party.” Touching her daughter’s shoulder, she looked up at her husband questioningly.

He nodded back. “She’s fine. She just got a little startled.”

Lifting her head, Lana pushed out of her father’s arms, wiping away a tear. “I’m fine. I’m sorry for causing such a fuss.” Her smile wobbled as she turned to look at J.W. “I’m sorry. You just startled me, and I overreacted. I guess I’m just tired.”

J.W. raised a brow at that, silently letting her know that he wasn’t buying her excuse. “There’s nothing to apologize for.” Stilling as he saw her face in the light for the first time, J.W. fought not to show his reaction.

He felt as if he’d been kicked in the stomach, his entire body tightening with a hunger unlike any he’d ever experienced.

Green-blue, almond-shaped eyes, filled with shock and awareness, widened as her gaze lingered on his chest before lifting to his face.

More brilliant than he’d seen in any photograph, her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

The finest jewels in the world could never have competed with them.

Drowning in them, he forced himself to look away, his gaze drawn to her thick, shiny hair.

Long brown hair, shot with a million blonde and red highlights, fell like a waterfall of silk halfway down her back, making his hands itch to run his finger through it.

She lifted her chin, illuminating her high cheekbones in the hundreds of lights strung above the patio and accentuating her full red lips.

Her bottom lip quivered slightly, and even though he cursed himself for scaring her, he had to admit that it was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.

Her lipstick irritated him, the irrational need to kiss it from her lips so strong that he fisted his hands at his sides to keep from reaching for her.

She was scared of him, the lingering apprehension in her eyes making him feel like a heel for wanting to throw her over his shoulder and carrying her to his bedroom.

He wanted to strip her out of the yards of material she’d wrapped herself in, lay her on his bed, spread her hair over his pillow, and plunder her mouth with his as he sank into her.

Swallowing heavily, he forced his muscles to relax, understanding now what Daniel had meant when he said that, the first time he’d met Kristen, he felt as if he’d been kicked in the stomach.

“Did I hurt you?” He let his gaze rake over her, searching for any sign of injury and trying his best to convince himself to just walk away.

Her forced smile didn’t fool him at all. “I’m fine, thank you. You just startled me. I didn’t realize you were…there.” Her eyes widened, the dawning realization followed by horror in her eyes telling J.W. that she’d finally realized that he’d been there all along. Looking from him to the fence and back again, she thinned her full lips, her eyes narrowing in anger.

Inordinately pleased at her anger, a far cry from her fear of him, J.W. smiled, an arrogant smile that had her stunning eyes flashing, delighting him tremendously. “I’ve been sitting there for over an hour watching the new foal and trying to get rid of a headache.”

He wanted her. Badly.

He wanted to free his throbbing cock and sink into her.

He wanted to tease her nipples until she begged him for more.

To spread her thighs and use his mouth on her until she screamed his name as she came.

To see the anger in her eyes turn to passion when he took her ass.

Blinking, he took a step back, hoping to break the spell, but it didn’t work.

Knowing that if he’d been alone with her she would have already been naked, he took several steadying breaths in an effort to calm down.

Getting involved with her would be a mistake.

She was his friend’s sister and the daughter of his mother’s best friend.

When something inevitably went wrong, he’d never hear the end of it.

His mother approached, frowning when she saw him. “J.W.! You haven’t even had a shower yet.”

Avoiding her attempt to grip his arm, he nodded toward the Davies, his gaze lingering on Lana’s face. “I’m on my way now. Excuse me.”

J.W. made his way through the crowd and inside, passing the kitchen bustling with waiters and caterers and down the long hall to his bedroom. Closing the door behind him, he thought of Lana and tried to convince himself that he didn’t want her.

Loving Ambush

(Erotically Yours 1)

Since her youngest daughter left for college, Jasmine White found it increasingly difficult to resist her sexy-as-hell landlord and next-door neighbor, Pete MacDougal—Mac. Going out with another man seemed a good way to forget about Mac, but Mac’s reaction was more than she’d bargained for.

Drawing her into a world of passion, Mac shows her a side of himself that he’d kept hidden, a side that draws her in even deeper.

No longer trusting her own instincts, she fights to resist the irresistible.

Only after a confrontation with her ex-husband does she realize that she feels more secure with Mac than she ever had in all the years she’d been married. He teaches her that she can trust her own instincts, and their love frees them both to be themselves—and to have the kind of loving relationship they’d both always dreamed of.

Excerpt

Folding his hands across his flat stomach, Mac eyed her thoughtfully. “Apparently I haven’t been as clear as I’d intended. Did you honestly think I would tolerate this? Did you really think I would just stand aside while you went out with someone else?”

Jasmine’s jaw dropped. Blinking, she wondered if the small glass of wine she’d had with dinner had affected her hearing.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” Mac’s gaze sharpened. “I’ve been waiting for over a year for you to be ready for another man. I gave you time. I never rushed you, even though I could see you’d started to show some interest. Every time I advanced, you got nervous—so I waited.” Leaning forward, his forearms resting on his knees, he stared at her unblinkingly.

“I waited. And waited. I knew you were still reeling from your divorce and wanted to give you the time you needed. I wanted you to be ready.”

Jasmine could only stare at him, hardly believing the things he was saying. “What? You’ve dated dozens of women. You only flirted with me because you were trying to make me feel better.” Unable to sit still any longer, she shot to her feet. “I thought we were friends. Why’d you have to kiss me and ruin everything?”

Mac leaned back, studying her, his eyes filled with a hunger she’d seen in them before, but that he’d always masked almost immediately. Now, he didn’t even bother to hide it. It tugged at her, drawing her into a web of erotic seduction, a web she didn’t know how to escape.

The veil of politeness had been ripped away, leaving her faced with an intense man she barely recognized.

She found him even more exciting.

He smiled, a hard smile that didn’t even come close to reaching his eyes. “Jazz, you know as well as I do that it stopped being just friendship between us a long time ago.”

Jasmine frowned, shaken at the change in him. “You know I hate it when you call me that.”

For the first time, Mac smiled a genuine smile. “No, you don’t.” He came to his feet with a grace she’d always admired, his gaze steady on hers as he took a step toward her. “I haven’t gone out with another woman in over a year, and you know it. Do you really think I’m going to stand by and watch you go out with other men?”

Her breath caught when he took another step, her pulse tripping at the sensation of being stalked, startled at how it aroused her. Backing away, she lifted her chin, not about to let him see how much he intimidated her. Mortified at the arousal that grew each moment she spent with him, she struggled to keep her voice firm.

“That’s none of your business.”

Mac’s smile widened, the threat in his eyes making him even more intimidating. “Don’t kid yourself. Everything about you is my business. We both know that.” He took another step, and then another. “I’ve been watching over you and your daughters ever since you moved in.”

Jasmine moved aside, working her way back toward the sofa.

“Stop stalking me!”

Her heart raced, beating nearly out of her chest. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you. You’ve never acted like this before.” She’d never felt so aware of her femininity and found herself drawn to his raw masculinity like a moth to a flame.

He came closer, too close for her peace of mind. “I’ve never waited as long for a woman as I have for you. My patience came to an end the minute I saw you ride away with another man.” He took another step, not allowing her to put any distance between them. “I thought you would come to me when you were ready to have another man in your life—not go out with someone else. Last night things did change between us, and I should never have let you get away.”

His voice lowered. “Once again, I gave you time and distance. It’s a mistake I won’t make again.”

Shaken and a little confused, Jasmine took another step back, yelping when the backs of her knees hit the edge of the sofa and she fell backward.

“Mac!”

He caught her, easing her down and taking the seat beside her. Sitting at the edge of the sofa and turning toward her, he effectively closed her in, making it impossible for her to escape.

Her skin tingled at his nearness, the awareness of his powerful body so close to hers filling her with breathless anticipation. Heat radiated from him, enveloping her in a warm cocoon of delight, one that made her pulse race and dampened her panties as the need for him became almost unbearable. The scent of warm, clean male surrounded her, filling her senses. Her nipples beaded almost painfully, the need for his attention making them achy and tight.

With one hand braced on the back of the sofa over her shoulder and the other at the arm at her other side, he leaned over her and smiled, a seductive smile, full of erotic intent.

His gaze lowered to her breasts as if he knew the torment he created, making them feel swollen and heavy. “Do you really think I’d wait all this time for you only to watch you take another man into your bed? You’re lucky he didn’t come in with you. I would have thrown him out on his ass and paddled yours.”

Fighting the alarm and surge of lust at the mental image of her naked and over his lap, Jasmine backed as far into the corner of the sofa as possible, giving him the cold look she’d used to keep men from bothering her for the past three years.

“I can’t believe you just said that to me. I’m not a child, damn it!”

Catching her chin when she would have looked away, Mac leaned in closer, his eyes glittering with hunger. “I’m very well aware of that, sweetheart. It would have been a very adult spanking, one you wouldn’t have forgotten soon.”

Bending closer, he brushed her lips with his, the searing jolt of lust that went through her making her nipples and clit throb. The warm caress of his breath against her lips seduced her into parting them.

“I want you, Jazz. I’ve wanted you for a long time, and if there’s going to be a man in your life, it’s going to be me.”