Welcome, Kayla Stonor!
Thank you to Danita for inviting me to Wicked
Wednesday.
I enjoy stories where a strong man—one who knows
where he’s going and is in complete control of his life—has his world turned
upside down and inside out by the woman he can’t help but love. I am also
intrigued by the power exchange theme in BDSM novels, but I didn’t want my
alpha male hero to ‘come out’ as a submissive. I wanted him to surrender, but
retain his “alpha maleness”.
So my Surrender Series focuses on the surrender of
an alpha male to a woman he loves that doesn’t result in a typical
‘dominant-submissive’ relationship. Pages and pages of erotica would be beyond
me, but I do enjoy crafting complicated plots, so I write erotic romance with
sub-genres like Action-Adventure, Sci-Fi, and my latest involves two spies, so
I’m classing that as a Thriller. However, bending the will of an alpha male
used to being in control—not being controlled—requires extreme circumstances as
well as a deserving heroine.
My intentions and the
result are not always one and the same. Characters have a way of evolving and
taking over. They lead you on a journey that can be surprising. But that is the
joy in writing. You don’t always know what will happen next.
She caught him, now she has to turn him in.
Tahima has escaped to the Blue Ridge Mountains
following a devastating break up from her ex dom. When a Mafia heir wanted for
murder crashes into her life, she determines to turn him in. It is a mission
fraught with danger. Rossini is a dom who promises to be uncooperative. She
will have to switch roles.
*Adult Content: This site contains erotic
fiction suitable for readers eighteen years of age and older.*
EXCERPT
She leaned forward and rested her hands on either
side of his head. He quivered between her legs. “But?”
“You don’t need to do this.”
“Do you want me?”
His face contorted. “You know I do.”
“That’s your dick talking. What do you want?”
His body jolted, testing his restraints. “I don’t
want you to service me. I . . . I want to make love.”
“Make love? You don’t know me.” She shifted over his
cock, her juices guiding him in. A kernel of pleasure pulsed as he touched her
clit.
He groaned. “Is this what you want?” he asked,
fighting his restraints. “Or is this some perverse punishment?”
“You can stop me whenever you want, Rossini.”
She pressed down. He slid inside her. He filled her
so easily. Her mind centered on the waves of pleasure he was creating at her
center.
“No . . .” he gasped. “I can’t. I’m beyond stopping
you do anything.” His back arched.
Tahima withdrew from him, leaving him bereft of her
warmth.
He strained to reach her. “Please . . .”
She slammed down on him so he stabbed the pleasure
building deep within her. Then again.
His buttocks left the ground to pound her and as he
filled her, she withdrew again. He moaned. For several seconds, she kept their
only contact on the tip of his dancing cock.
Then she clenched her knees against his hips.
“Prick-tease on a power trip you said.”
“Tahima . . .”
She slammed back down on him. She could feel her
orgasm building. Her nipples hardened beneath the material rubbing them. She
needed his lips on them. Teasing them. His teeth nipping and tasting . . . The
thought nearly blasted her over the edge.
She rose off him, watching his face, letting her
desire ebb before she climaxed too soon. His eyes were open, wet. He knew what
she was doing. He was helpless to stop her.
“I could leave you like this,” she said.
“Don’t.”
“How many women have you teased this way?” She
pressed down on him so the question wouldn’t distract him too much, then she
eased away.
“Fuck, Tahima.”
She slid down his long shaft, letting his cock hit
the point that would send her soaring if she wasn’t careful. “How many?”
“I don’t know . . . Three, maybe four.”
“Is this how you made them feel?” She began to pull
away but he stayed with her, his torso launching into the air. “Totally controlled
. . . utterly desperate.”
“Please, I can’t . . .”
She countered the pressure, on top, around him,
squeezing him on all sides.
He came. She pushed harder, his seed spurting warm
inside her. The head of his cock pierced the knot of pleasure deep at her core
and she exploded. Her muscles contracted around him, forcing him to greater
heights as pleasure whiplashed through her body. Her whole being condensed to a
single point of sensation that quivered against the pulsating cock filling her.
She savored the ebbing ecstasy. As he began to contract inside her, she slid
off him.
His whole body was quivering, straining his
stretched muscles beyond endurance. She moved to his feet and released the leg
iron chain from the karabiner, then did the same for his cuffed hands. He
instantly curled onto his right side, gasping for breath, his cheek pressed
against the warm rock, his eyes wild and lost.
“Stay with me,” he
whispered.
He ruined her career. She locked him in
chastity.
Ryan Crichten is a British operative rated for
any operation, whatever the risk. But Jenna Tayler’s motives for abducting him
are personal. They’re colleagues from different sides of the Atlantic. He saved
her life. Yet she’s hell bent on subjecting him to sexual frustration with no
chance of relief. And she has an organisation with muscle backing her up. It’s
torture his training didn’t prepare him for.
He’s hers by treaty, she wants his devotion.
General Jaden is a thorn in the Qui’s side.
Ambassador Sonil is on Earth to extract him by treaty. When Jaden is stripped
naked then caged, he gets a taste of how far she will go to ensure he is worthy
of serving the Qui ruler. Her training is ruthless and alien rules apply.
Failure is not an option; saving Earth from annihilation requires Jaden’s
complete surrender. But Sonil demands more than obedience. She wants his
devotion.
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