Tuesday, 30 August 2016

HER PROTECTOR ~ Boston Doms Book 3

Jane Henry and Maisy Archer are on my blog today sharing Book 3 of their Boston Doms series: Her Protector.

About Her Protector
Tony Angelico thinks he knows all about Dominants and submissives. After all, his two brothers are unapologetic Dominants with long-term submissive partners. Tony also knows that Tessa, the woman who works for him… the one girl he can't get out of his mind… is interested in the lifestyle. But he wants no part of bossing women around, let alone dominating them.

Tessa Damon craves the attention and discipline of a strong, dominant alpha male, but she's not been able to find what she's looking for. She's attracted to Tony, and can't help fantasizing about being taken over his knee for a sound spanking. She longs for the release and comfort of submitting to a man she can trust.

The night Tony decides to give it a shot, everything changes. But can Tessa be healed from her abusive past, and find that she's worthy of love? Can they find a path that works for both of them? Will Tony finally understand that there is no one definition to cover every nuance of what being a Dominant means – not when his heart and soul know that he wants nothing more than to assume the role of Tessa's protector?

DISCLAIMER: This book contains explicit themes, including the spanking of adult women and other BDSM scenarios. The book also includes a self-harm scene involving “cutting”. If such material is likely to offend or trigger you in some way, please do not read.

Buy Her Protector:

Enter to win a free copy! Giveaway ends September 15th: https://giveaway.amazon.com/p/9561008e48df5c63

“Tell me what you need,” he said, his voice so gentle, it seemed almost ironic he was talking about spanking her. His gentleness made the tears threaten to fall again, her throat clogged with them. She’d been bossed around and tied up, ordered into submission and whipped, but never had any of the men she was with asked her not only what she wanted, but what she needed.

“A real spanking,” she whispered. “One that hurts. I want to feel your strength.”

One of his hands wrapped around her waist, and her hand instinctively flew back. He grasped it, holding her hand, a gesture that was at once intimate and assuring, pressing her hand, engulfed in his large one, into the small of her back as the first smack of his hand fell. Her panties were thin and his hand large; the sting from the single swat hurt more than she’d expected.

“Ow,” she said in a little voice.

“Too hard?” he asked, squeezing her hand in the small of her back.

“Noooo, no no no, please, Tony,” she said. “Not too hard. That’s perfect.”

Another sound smack jolted her, and now he was spanking her in earnest, his palm rising and descending, and the heat of each spank warmed her skin, beginning with a jolt of pain that quickly spread to warmth, and her clit zinged with each stroke…

Other Books in the Boston Doms Series:

My Dom (Boston Doms, Book 1)
Available at:     

His Submissive (Boston Doms, Book 2)
Available at:     

Available at:

Jane Henry
Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. In 2012, she became interested in the d/s lifestyle, and has discovered her love for writing romance with a d/s twist. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.

Maisy Archer
 Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves - coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family - her love of words has only continued to grow... in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.

Follow us!
Maisy Archer:

Jane Henry:

Wednesday, 24 August 2016

Constance Masters ~ TRICKERY ~

I am so pleased to host fellow spanky author Constance Masters on my blog today, sharing her hot new release Trickery!

Blurb: Morgan King is a 23 year old virgin who has never had a proper boyfriend. The fussy young woman longs to meet a man everything like the heroes in the spanking romance novels she loves to read. When such a man comes along, Morgan is sure that he must be too good to be true and balks at actually meeting him.

Jackson Brooks is a 29 year old middle school teacher who works summers at his familys summer camp. When he gets to know Morgan on an online dating site, he is sure shes the girl for him. They are both ready to settle down and he doesnt understand why she is so hesitant to meet him in person. His confusion deepens when he finds out she has sent him a fake photo; he is not happy. With his job as director of the summer camp looming, he decides to give the elusive Morgan some  space.

Morgan is devastated when she realizes she has probably blown things with Jackson. The desperate young woman hatches a plan to get to know him secretly. She pretends to be her own mother and books herself into Sunnyvale Summer Camp under the name of Alyssa King, using her sisters birth certificate. What will happen when Jackson finds out?

And here's a great spanky excerpt, with a very imaginative implement! I don't think I'm ever going to look at blinds in quite the same way again!

Jackson stood and walked around to her side of the desk. “Stand up.”
“What are you doing?” Morgan’s eyes were wide with disbelief but she did as he asked.
“Bend over the desk.” He moved his things out of the way and stood back while she bent over. “Stay there.”
“What are you going to do? You can’t really mean to spank me, not here. Someone will hear you!” Morgan shifted nervously, her fingers automatically tugging at the frayed hem of her shorts.
“They won’t because you will not make a sound. You are going to take what you have coming to you and you are going to be completely silent. Not one little whimper because you know you deserve every single lick.” Jackson was angry and he had to decide what to do but there was no way he could even think straight until he’d metered out at least some punishment. It was nothing compared to what he wanted to do but he had to bear in mind there were kids on the property and for the most part he had to concentrate on them. This bottom warming would have to be quick and sharp.
“But I?” Morgan squirmed uncomfortably.
“The only butt I’m interested in is the one I’m about to punish. Stay in that position and wait.” He was surprised that she did as he told her. Jackson locked his office door and walked through to his adjoining sleeping quarters to find something to spank her with. He needed something with maximum sting and yet whisper quiet. He had to remember that as far as the other councillors knew, he was holed up in here with a teenage girl. If they heard any kind of slap they could call the police and both of them could end up in jail. He took a belt out of his closet, folded it and cracked it across his palm. The sting was considerable but it was not noiseless. Could he use a rubber flip-flop? Nope, the slapping sound was distinctive and quite loud. Finally he grabbed the tilt wand from the blinds and flicked it across his hand. Perfect. It packed a good sting and was completely silent.

When he walked back into the office he was pleased to see that Morgan hadn’t moved. That was something. So her name was Morgan King. At least he could put a name, face and very soon, smacked bottom to the person he’d been talking to, at last.
“What’s that?” Morgan asked, her head shooting around and her jaw dropping with shock when she saw what he was holding.
“Bend back over.” He pressed her down slightly and pulled at her light shorts until they were buried within her crease. This left a pleasing amount of her naked butt cheeks on show.
“I’m scared,” Morgan whimpered into her arm.
“Good, you deserve to be scared.”
“I’m sorry Jackson, I really am.”
Jackson had to steel himself. “I’m going to spank your sassy, dishonest behind hard with this, plastic whatever it is, because you have put both of us at risk of being in terrible trouble with the law. You haven’t even had a criminal record check. My brother and sister in-law could lose their business. All because you didn’t think about anyone but yourself.”
“And I’m not a criminal!”
“I didn’t say you were but it is against the law to work wth kids without the proper checks.”
“I just wanted to get to know you.” Morgan was crying and he hadn’t even smacked her yet.
“There were better ways than this to get to know me.”
“I can see that now!”
“Hush,” he whispered.

Jackson raised his hand and brought the fiery little stick down hard across both plump cheeks. He would have loved for the first time he spanked this woman to have been with his hand. He wanted nothing more than to feel those soft cheeks ripple beneath his bare hand. He so wanted to hear the satisfying clap of flesh meeting flesh. He brought his chosen gadget down again, a little lower than the first pink line.
“Please Jackson,” Morgan begged quietly. “It hurts.”
“It’s not supposed to tickle Morgan. Honestly, you are so lucky that I can’t give you exactly what you deserve or you would be getting a thorough hand spanking followed by a few licks of my belt.”
“I’ll do anything you want if you stop, please.”
The whippy little plastic rod danced up and down her soft white flesh and she was dancing on her toes to ease the sting. “Keep still Alyssa,” he whispered. “You know you deserve this.”
“But it burns—and my name is Morgan.”
“Good, I hope it keeps on burning Morgan.” He hoisted her up by a handful of shorts and made sure he covered the area that usually remained hidden in the crease. He didn’t want the effects of this spanking to wear off too soon. Finally he put the wand down on the desk and pulled her shorts back into place to cover her bottom. She looked adorable; both hands were rubbing her sore bottom while she stood there with her messy hair and her tear stained cheeks looking completely contrite. He wanted nothing more than to hug her and kiss away her tears.
“That hurt.”
“I hope so honey.” He pulled her against him for their first ever, real hug and he had to admit, it felt good to hold Morgan in his arms, if only it was under better circumstances. “Enough, I need to figure out what to do next.”
“What are we gonna do?”
“Good question and when I decide I’ll let you know.”
“Fine, don't let me interrupt your thoughts on what I am going to be doing.”
“Hush Morgan, I need to decide quickly what to do about this,” Jackson said. “Whitney is going to be expecting me to have you removed.”
“Oh well we have to do what makes Whitney happy.”
“What do you mean happy? This isn’t about making Whitney happy it’s about Whitney knowing what the rules are and expecting me to follow them.”
“Does she even know what was in the bag?”
“No, I asked her to bring it to me. Councillors don’t have the authority to search bags.” He was starting to realize that they were the only two that knew about any of this.
“This is about me. At least I should have a bit of a say about what we do next.”
“Deciding what’s the right thing for everyone though isn’t easy and I’m the adult here.”
“I am an adult.”
“And you have demonstrated that so well.”

Author Bio:

Constance Masters is a wife, mother, grandmother, friend and author.

She writes romantic spanking fiction with the main emphasis on romance.

Constance has always been a sucker for reading romance and that reflects in her writing but she also likes to laugh. Her stories are full of love, laughter and family comedy. It's a lot like her life.

Where can you find Constance?

Facebook:    https://goo.gl/GXrB9P

Sunday, 14 August 2016

THE ARTIST ~ By Juliette Banks

I'm so pleased to host Rachel de Vine writing as Juliette Banks to my blog today with her great new release The Artist!

Thank you very much Kelly for inviting me on to your blog to tell you about my new book, The Artist.  This is an historical romance, with a good dollop of love, lust and even a murder, based in England and Italy of 1850.

Many of you might know me as Rachel de Vine, and I have published eight books with Blushing Books under this name. However, I am making a change of pen name with this book – hence the name of Juliette Banks.

BLURB: Lizzie was a pretty, but quite simple village girl when circumstances led her to the artist, Theo.  She had made a bad marriage to Lionel, a man who mistreated her, and who then threw her out when she refused to sell her body on the street for him.  Theo was a rebellious son of a Viscount, who left his privileged background to pursue his career as an artist, and his favourite subjects were pretty young women whom he painted in the nude. He was delighted, therefore, when the beautiful Lizzie approached his door one day and offered her services as a model.

It was only a matter of days before an attraction was ignited between them and they became lovers.  But Lionel, hearing that his wife was now living with the artist, regretted throwing her out on the street and snatched her back when Theo was away. But the artist had begun to have affectionate feelings for his model and set off in pursuit.  In the ensuing struggle, when he caught them up, Lionel was killed and the two lovers had to escape abroad to evade being charged with his murder.

Can the love between a son of a Viscount and an illiterate country girl survive after such a troubled start?  And would they have to face justice for the murder of Lizzie’s husband?  This is an erotic tale of a young couple in mid-nineteenth century England and Italy.

Theo was cheerful as he stepped down from the coach when it stopped near the tavern. He had sold all three of the paintings to the dealer, who liked them so much that he asked the artist if he could have some more.
"You have a beautiful new model, Mr Harper, that's for sure. And the way you have portrayed her—sensuous, but also fresh and appealing, with just a hint of mischief—will appeal to a wide range of my clients. Many of them are gentlemen of means who appreciate such a beauty as your young model, and would be happy to have a painting on the wall of their private study, although I daresay that they would forego the painting if they could have the lady in question waiting in their bed instead; begging your pardon, sir, I hope I do not offend."
"Not at all, Mr Simpson. I consider myself lucky to have the acquaintance of such a lady, and now, if you will excuse me, I wish to rush right back to the woman in question and begin painting again."
He had missed Lizzie more than he had expected. In just a few weeks she had managed to penetrate his heart as well as become an enticing and very desirable lover. He was not a man to lose his heart easily, but sweet and sensual Lizzie made his heart skip a beat for the first time in many years. It wasn't just the sexual urges she inspired in his groin, but she brought out the protective side to his nature, and he found that he wanted to protect her and show her a kindness that she had clearly not found in her previous life.
On his return journey from London he had spent much of the time remembering her sweet face and her sensuous curves that provided so much delight for him. His cock had stirred as he anticipated the pleasures in store for him on his return. As a treat, both for Lizzie—and, it must be said, for him, too—he had bought some fancy underwear for her, decorated with lace and ribbons, which he would take great delight in peeling off her before bending her over the kitchen table and fucking her soundly until she groaned with pleasure.
Now he was nearly home and he walked briskly towards his house, whistling to himself and smiling at the thought of the pleasure ahead of him. He was puzzled on his arrival home to see the front door a little ajar, and wondered if Lizzie had been out and had forgotten to fasten the latch on her return. He pushed open the door and called out.
"Lizzie, I'm back. Come here, my sweet little model. I have some surprises for you."
He was met with silence. Perhaps she was outside the back of the house, hanging out washing? He walked through the kitchen, but there was no sign of her there. It was only when he went into the studio and saw the damaged painting that his heart began to race. Something had happened to his sweet little Lizzie and a wave of fear passed through his body.
He was as certain as he could be that Lizzie had not left voluntarily, and nothing appeared to be stolen, which might have indicated thieves. No, the damaged painting suggested one thing to him, which was that a jealous husband had come to reclaim his wife. It seemed to Theo to be the most likely event. But what was he going to do about it?
I hope you have enjoyed reading a little about The Artist.  Here are my contact details.
I can be contacted at www.juliettebanksauthor@gmail.com
Or I can be found on Twitter at www.twitter.com/juliettebanksuk
I don’t yet have a website for Juliette Banks, but information about this book can be found at my Rachel de Vine site, which can be found at www.racheldevineauthor.com
If you read any of my books I will be your friend forever if you leave a review at the site where you purchased the book.  Many thanks.
                                                                             Juliette x
 Picture of nude woman is entitled “Passion” and is reproduced by kind permission of the artist, Irena Jablonski (USA)

Thursday, 11 August 2016

Destiny's Chance ~ by Cara Bristol

I'm so pleased to host USA Today Bestselling author Cara Bristol on my blog today with her hot new paranormal spanking romance Destiny's Chance.

Fate gave her a chance for love.  Is she brave enough to accept it?
Destiny Grable has loved Chance Everett for as long as she could remember, but he was never interested in her until a tragic act of fate grants her heart’s desire. Now Chance is all hers—body, mind, and soul. But once they’re together, she discovers he has a kinky side she never knew about. Is she ready for it? Can she handle it? And Chance isn’t the only one with a secret. If he discovers what she’s hiding, will he still want her?

Destiny’s Chance was previously published in 2013. This is a re-release.


A silk kimono slithered off a hanger to land on a chest on the floor of the closet. She hung up the robe and eyed the trunk. Made of aged, saddlelike leather, it had thick rawhide handles and brass hardware.
She dropped to her haunches. “Probably locked anyway.”
She pressed the button. The latch popped. She wavered, then surrendered to curiosity and lifted the lid.
“Oh my God!” She clapped a hand over her mouth and fell on her ass. “That’s his kink.” She stared at the treasure trove of spanking implements. Paying attention to how she removed them so she could replace them exactly as she’d found them, she examined the items. Several paddles of different shapes and sizes in both leather and wood. A pom-pom-like flogger with supple soft leather strands and a stiff wooden handle. Some common items: a hairbrush, a wooden spoon, a ruler. And a strop resembling a belt split into two parts. A tawse! She’d heard of them but never had seen one until now.
She smacked her palm with it. Biting. How would it feel against a bare bottom? She pictured herself laid out like an offering over Chance’s lap as he spanked her bottom until it was supersensitive and then stung her cheeks with the tawse.
Her pussy cheered with a twitch.
She fantasized often about being spanked but had no idea if she’d like it if she experienced it. However, she loved leather—appreciated its hard and soft textures, its masculine scent, the snap it made. Such a versatile material. Sensual. Sexy. She stroked the soft strands of the flogger, then whacked her palm with the tawse again.
She sat cross-legged on the floor like a little girl playing with grown-up toys. All she required for some really wicked games was a playmate named Chance.

Author bio
USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes contemporary and science fiction romance and has topped the Amazon sales charts in science fiction and fantasy romance and erotica. No matter what the romance subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven, seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

Wednesday, 10 August 2016

The Doctor's Little Mate ~ by Meredith O'Reilly

I'm so pleased to have Meredith O'Reilly on my blog today sharing her brand new erotic sci-fi age-play book The Doctor's Little Mate. I just checked it out on Amazon and it's currently doing really well there - congrats Meredith!!

Hi! Thank you for having me over on your blog today to promote my new book, The Doctor’s Little Mate!

In this snippet, Maggie and her Daddy go shopping for more toys for Maggie to play with when she is acting little.

“Ian! I don’t need that!” I shouted as he tossed another doll into our cart. The cart was already filled to the top with books, two objects Ian called creatograms, colorful beads, coloring books, and several dolls. Now we were moving toward games and stuffed animals.

“Young lady, I don’t want to hear that again. You may not need any of this stuff, but it’s okay to want it. Besides, who says that this isn’t all for me? I love a good tiara,” he joked, picking up a plastic crown that was bright silver with colorful gems all over it from one of the shelves and putting it on his head, while batting his eyes.

“Daddy, you’re being silly,” I giggled. He laughed right along with me.

When we settled down, I said, “But seriously, I don’t want to use all of your money on buying toys.”

He stopped walking, turned his head to the ceiling, and took a deep breath before he turned toward me. He bent down until we were at eye level.

“Listen, baby girl. Whether you need any of this or not, it pleases me to buy it for you. Now, I don’t want to hear any more complaints or I’ll take you shopping every day for the rest of our mating period.”

“You wouldn’t!” I was trying to save the guy some money. What kind of man got frustrated when his mate was trying to save him money?

“Try me, little girl.” After a stare-down with Ian’s eyes turning a dark red, I dropped my gaze first, submitting to what he wanted. “Now I want you to pick out a dozen stuffed animals and put them in the cart,” he ordered.

I nodded, going down the aisle, grabbing the ones that I wanted. After I chose my first two animals, I suddenly really got into it and started to have fun.

“Oh! Look at this cutie!”

I wasn’t sure what some of these animals were, but I didn’t care because they were so adorable and extra soft.

Within minutes, I had picked out my dozen, plus one more, and turned toward my daddy.

“Good girl. Would you like to look at the puzzles?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Maggie,” he growled in a warning tone.

“It’s not because I’m trying to save your money. It’s because I’m not good at puzzles, honest. It’s really sad; even the easiest puzzles confuse me.”

I felt a little stupid admitting that. A normal person would be able to solve a puzzle for kids in a matter of seconds. Me? A kids’ puzzle could take me an hour to do.

“Well, how about we get two and I’ll help you with them?”

I nodded and chose one puzzle that was a picture of the sea with strange but colorful fish in it, and another puzzle that was a picture of the Aureusian skyline. They each had only forty pieces. I hoped

I didn’t make a complete fool of myself when Ian and I did them.

When I went to put the puzzles in the cart, there was no room. I thought it was too much, but didn’t dare say so again.

“I think we’ll have stop, Daddy, or get another cart.”

It felt so weird to call him that, but I knew right away that it pleased him when a huge grin lit up his face.

“I guess you’re right, sweetie. We can come back any time.”

He had to be kidding, but when no smile crossed his face, I knew he wasn’t.

We went over to the checkout area. Daddy emptied the contents of our cart onto the conveyer belt.

He turned toward me and said, “Sweetie, put your puzzles up here so I can pay for them.”

“Are you sure I can get them?” He had already spent so much money on me today.

He nodded and smiled as I put my puzzles on the moving belt. After that, the teller rang up all of our purchases and bagged them.

Once Daddy paid, a kind worker helped us load everything into our ship, and we headed home.

The Doctor’s Little Mate Blurb

When twenty-six-year-old Maggie Reeves wakes up in a hospital after a car accident, the last thing she expects is for a doctor from the planet Aureus to show up at her bedside. It is disturbing enough that she has seen this handsome alien before, in dreams so intimate that just thinking about them leaves her blushing, but the real shock comes when he calmly informs Maggie that she is his destined mate and he will be taking her with him to his world to finish her treatment.

Though Ian knows that his beautiful human mate is none too pleased with her situation, his planet’s treaty with Earth gives him two weeks to convince Maggie to accept the match. During that time, he will be her firm but loving daddy. He will hold his little girl in his arms, comfort her when she is sad, and cook her favorite foods, but he will also see to her most intimate, embarrassing needs and he will not hesitate to spank her bare bottom when she is naughty.

Despite her initial reluctance to trust him, Maggie soon finds herself surrendering willingly to Ian’s strict but gentle dominance and letting him take care of her completely. But when the mating period comes to an end and she is free to return to Earth if she chooses, will Maggie decide to stay with her new daddy or leave his arms forever?

Publisher’s Note: The Doctor’s Little Mate is a stand-alone sequel to The Prince’s Little Mate. It is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, age play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 Contact Links
Twitter: oreilly29

Thank you for having me over again! :-)

Saturday, 6 August 2016

London Lady ~ by Heather Hart

I'm so pleased to have Heather Hart on my blog today, sharing her latest sexy romance London Lady.

And here it is! My latest romantic roller coaster - offering love, sex, murder, and a pair of villains to drive coffin nails through your heart!

Centered round a true story, London Lady is set in the 1960s. The city is in the grip of fear as two notorious mobster twins make their mark north of the Thames. But they have legitimate businesses too, and driven by need, Claire takes a job in one of their nightclubs as a hostess.

There she meets Bill "Lucky" Underwood. He's their major crime lieutenant, and she knows falling for someone like him is dangerous and stupid. Claire will do anything not to get mixed up in their violent world, but Lucky proves a hard man to say no to....

Buy Link: London Lady

Love Scene

"So why did you come back tonight?"

"To see you."

She laughed. "No really?"

"Really, I mean it. I was watching you all night in the mirror behind Ronnie. When those idiots put their hands on you I saw red. They're lucky they got off as easy as they did. But after they left I got to thinking. What if they came back? What if they waited until we were gone to get their own back? It can happen in my line of work. I see it all the bloody time. In fact, I couldn't stop thinking about it, so here I am."

"My guardian angel?"

"If you like, yeah."

She smiled, and as she stared at the pavement she felt his skin brush hers as he took her hand. She felt him squeeze it, gently. Inside her head told her to let go, to push him away. This life was not for her. This was not what she wanted. Womanizer or no - there was real danger around him; the kind of shit only a fool would get mixed up in. She knew how her uncle was, and the kind of brute he could be. And he was only small potatoes. Lucky here was mixed up with the read deal. And yet every argument she had, every doubt she cradled, every fear she felt; suddenly none of that mattered. He was holding her hand, and God protect her, she was a fool in love.

"I'm sorry," he said.


"What I have to offer - well, it's not going to be easy."

"What are you offering?"

"I want you to be my girl. Ever since I met you, I've thought about you - - about us. About how it would be if we were together. Haven't you?"

She kept her eyes lowered, not wanting him to read what was clearly written on her heart. At least, not yet. "Oh Lucky, I've heard so many things. I can't lie to you, I have to say, I'm a little bit afraid of you. All that business with uncle Frankie...."

He pulled her around to a dead halt; his eyes searching hers. "But do you feel anything for me?"

There was no use lying. Face to face like this her eyes betrayed her. She nodded. "I do."

"And you want to be with me, too?"

"I do."

"Then nothing else really matters, does it?"

With some force of will she pushed him away and resumed her walk along the pavement. "If you were any other man I would say that was true, but you're not any other man, are you? You're with the Kray boys. And don't say they're not as bad as the Richardons 'cos I know it's not true. I've heard stories, Lucky, the kind of stuff that gives little kids nightmares. Now I'm not saying I believe any of it, but if it is true... well... I dunno. I'm such an ordinary girl. All I ever wanted was to meet a nice man, get married, maybe have a couple of kids, just like my mum did. In a million years I wouldn't have imagined this. I think a lot about you, I really do, but I'd be lying if I didn't say I was a bit afraid of you, too."

He laughed. "Of me?"

"Yes. You're part of it, aren't you? Oh God, I just don't know, I really don't."

He pulled her to a stop again. There was a solid brick wall along the side of the street and he nudged her gently back toward it. Her heart beat wildly; if anything was true it was that she wanted him to kiss her now, so badly. She'd said her piece, but her body ached for him; for his gentleness, for his cheek, and yes, if she were completely honest with herself, for the danger too. In him they all came together as one; an irresistible, provocative package, and she wanted him more than anything else in the world.

He brushed the back of his knuckles gently along her cheek and as he bent his head to kiss her, her last defense melted away. She loved him. Somehow, in spite of her reason, in spite of his life-style, in spite of everything, she loved him. She would be his, body and soul, and as his lips brushed hers, her heart surrendered completely. She had no choice now, she would take a chance, and as he pulled her into his body she gave herself up to an unknown destiny, one that only fate could decide. She closed her eyes, ignored her fears, and just let it happen.

Buy Link: London Lady

Thanks for reading,
Author Bio:
 Heather Hart is a British author who lives with her family in Maryland. She’s a writer of hot erotic and romantic fiction – an eclectic mix of innocence and dirt in a hyperactive imagination.
When she’s not frantically scribbling away she’s a cat worshipper and curry fanatic. If you like what she writes, please feel free to drop her a line at authorheatherhart@gmail[dot]com.