New from Brandy Golden! A hard man is good to find!
Mar 21, 2021 12:43 am
It's finally here!
Never before published...3rd in my pirate series...and now LIVE for you!
I also have some new releases from some of my friends for you to check out.!
Let the fun begin!
Unholy passions!
Lies revealed!
Ten-year-old revenge!
Will Madelyn's satchel hold the keys to these mysteries?
Revenge in the Caribbean!
Excerpt
Mads could have sworn the devil himself had sent the fiery bolts of hell from his pitchfork right into her buttocks. No matter how much she begged and apologized, the relentless chastisement of his paddle-like hand continued. Tears spurted from her eyes and hoarse sobs burst from her throat as she struggled to endure his scalding displeasure.
Finally, she gave up and collapsed over his lap accepting that her fate would be to never sit again for a meal on a hard chair. He had obviously scarred her for life. She was so lost in abject misery that it took a few minutes to realize he’d stopped spanking and was now rubbing his palm gently over the backs of her legs and back up and over her bottom. In spite of the agony of contact from his palm, it did feel as if some of the burn was easing.
“L…let me up, please?” she asked humbly, gasping for breath. Maybe she did owe him a real apology and she was not one to shirk her duty. Although fierce in the face of injustice, she was just as determined to make corrections if she should find she was in the wrong. Besides, there was something about the way he was caressing her that was making her feel funny in her lower regions. The desire to moan with pleasure was replacing the sobs in her throat. This couldn’t be a good thing, even if they were in a fake engagement. She wondered if Snipes was hovering outside the door and if he’d tried to save her from her fate.
Probably not. He’d think she deserved it.
When she felt the dress sliding back down her hips and her body pulled up to sit on Josiah’s lap, she was relieved, although it confirmed her suspicions that she would never sit comfortably again.
“I fear you have ruined my sitting ability forever,” she whispered throatily, huge tears glistening in her eyes and on her cheeks as she wiggled to find a softer spot. Alas, on his hard thigh there wasn’t any.
Josiah’s stern gaze softened and a slow grin brought out the dimples in the corners of his mouth, causing her breath to catch. He brushed his thumbs slowly across her cheekbones, inspecting her face as if he were seeing her for the first time.
“I fear, Madam, that without your temperamental shenanigans and your pinching, you can be quite charming and amusing. Not to mention very beautiful.”
And now...news from my friends...
Troubled Waters
No one dares defy the Black Scot - except his own wife!
Years ago Marie disappeared without a trace.
Now a twist of fate brings them together, and this time she is not getting away.
Nothing will stand between Jack and the answers he seeks.
It’s time to remind Marie that a pirate never parts with his treasure.
“Do not raise your voice at me, Jack, I am not one of your crew!” she blasted back in his face.
“No, you are my wife,” he spat in return. Breathing hard, Jack shook his head, fighting to rein in his own mounting temper. There would be no talking to her in this mood, she would just dig her heels in.
Reaching for the patience he didn’t feel, he tried a different tack. “You struck me in front of the crew,” he ground out steadily, holding her gaze until she was forced to look away, her cheeks stained with a pink flush. “You know better.”
The guilty gesture was fleeting and disappeared when Marie lifted her chin and shook her hair off her face. “You deserved it,” she growled, edging away from him and around the table.
Jack bit back a chuckle—as if putting that bit of driftwood between them would save her. He followed, his movements slow and leisurely, reminiscent of a jaguar on the prowl, the muscles of his thighs braced to pounce. “Don’t you dare lay a hand on me, Jack Hunter,” she warned, her delicate nostrils flaring.
For a moment, Jack fully believed that if she could breathe fire, he would have been incinerated.
“I will gut you while you sleep.”
He grinned, and Marie visibly swallowed. “My dear, don’t you remember I never back down from a challenge?”
Their Forever
Sophisticated mafia billionaire, Liam Stone knew the moment he saw the innocent Olivia he had to own her. She didn’t love him. How could she? In her eyes, she was sold from one cruel tyrant to another. She was grateful to him and she obeyed him because he demanded it but she couldn’t love him, and he was just too ruthless to ever let her go.
But when he introduces her to their new chauffeur, and he notices the subtle catch in her breath, Kade Tremayne, a man as dangerous as Liam, becomes the only man he’d ever trust enough to share his wife.
“Do not raise your voice at me, Jack, I am not one of your crew!” she blasted back in his face.
“No, you are my wife,” he spat in return. Breathing hard, Jack shook his head, fighting to rein in his own mounting temper. There would be no talking to her in this mood, she would just dig her heels in.
Reaching for the patience he didn’t feel, he tried a different tack. “You struck me in front of the crew,” he ground out steadily, holding her gaze until she was forced to look away, her cheeks stained with a pink flush. “You know better.”
The guilty gesture was fleeting and disappeared when Marie lifted her chin and shook her hair off her face. “You deserved it,” she growled, edging away from him and around the table.
Jack bit back a chuckle—as if putting that bit of driftwood between them would save her. He followed, his movements slow and leisurely, reminiscent of a jaguar on the prowl, the muscles of his thighs braced to pounce. “Don’t you dare lay a hand on me, Jack Hunter,” she warned, her delicate nostrils flaring.
For a moment, Jack fully believed that if she could breathe fire, he would have been incinerated.
“I will gut you while you sleep.”
He grinned, and Marie visibly swallowed. “My dear, don’t you remember I never back down from a challenge?”
Publisher warning: This book contains explicit scenes including medical play. Please don’t purchase if you are sensitive to such material.
Their Forever
Danton
Danton, Castle Sin, Book 8, is an edgy, fast-paced, dark BDSM suspense novel. A tale of opportunities, new beginnings, and revenge.
Castle Sin
Seven dungeons
Seven Masters
Seven times the kink.
“No one is going to come out and play, do I make myself clear, Danton Hill?”
Vera Thorne couldn’t forget that one night with the hulk of a man, and even though he’d scared the daylights out of her, she couldn't fight the chemistry between them when he arrived at her door. Once again, he set her passions alight with no more than a brooding look.
Worse, his dominance toggled loose the natural submissive inside her that the one night with him had triggered … she, a revered surgeon, kneeling in front of a man … it was unheard of!
“Until you’re ready to release the woman inside you yearning to come out and play.”
Danton Hill knew despair. He’d once sunk into the same mire that now threatened to devour his soul once more. He’d risen above it then … and he’d be damned if he didn’t do so again.
He had to … It was time to act on the attraction he’d been fighting for too long, and in the process make right a wrong … if only he could remember what he’d done to the soft-spoken, yet fiery Vera Thorne while held in the claws of the darkness that had consumed him. Whatever it had been, he would make it up to her while exalting the submissive he had yet to completely unlock within her.
Danton
There you have it, my friends! Several different books to choose from, all tasty and titillating in different ways! Have a great weekend and enjoy the spring sunshine!
Hugs, Brandy
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