It's here! #ReleaseDay #Giveaway for Auctioned to Protect (The Spectrum Auctions,2) @sirenbookstrand

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*does the release day shimmy*

I'm just a tad excited that Auctioned to Protect is here. Ever since Mike and Scarlett first locked horns in book one of the series, I knew they had to have their own story.
They didn't make it easy for me. Those of you who follow me on Facebook will have read my frustrated updates about these two stubborn folks.

The story ground to a halt for a while, and when they did start talking to me again, it was like chipping away at an ice sculpture, but eventually they opened up, and told me their secrets. This story was challenging to write on many levels. I laughed, and I cried, I pulled my hair out, winced, gasped, and rejoiced right along with them. It was a real labour of love, I tell you, and I hope you'll enjoy their story.

If ever two people need each other, it's these two.

Now, to whet you appetite, so to speak, read on. I'm sharing the first chapter right here, and I'm also giving away a copy of Auctioned to the Honorable Dom (book one in this series), or one from my backlist, whichever you prefer.

Just leave me a comment with your e-mail address, please.

*smiles and goes back  to shimmying*

[Siren Allure: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, voyeurism, shibari, cropping, knife play, sex toys, HEA]

Tough undercover cop Mike Anderson does not submit to anyone, let alone a pint-size bundle of curves with a Mistress complex, who stands for everything he despises about BDSM. Thrown into a world where the rules make no sense to him, he has to rely on his instincts, and they all scream one thing—submit to His Lady.

Scarlett Simpson is one of the most feared Mistresses at Club Spectrum, and she has a score to settle. Mike's atrocious behavior needs addressing. If only she wasn't so attracted to the big hunk of a man, and he didn't prove so utterly responsive. As she explores his boundaries through Shibari and knife play, Scarlett can't help but get emotionally involved.

Submission freely given is a gift she treasures, but can she trust Mike to stay around once the case is over? When danger comes knocking, will Mike be able to protect her, or will this end in tragedy?

Note: This book contains a heroine who is a domme.

AUCTIONED TO PROTECT

The Spectrum Auctions 2

DORIS O’CONNOR

Copyright © 2014

Chapter One

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…sir.”

Michael remembered the address due to his chief superintendent, just in time, but he didn’t seem to be able to stop the tirade coming out of his mouth.

“There is no chance in hell I’ll allow myself to be auctioned off like some sort of fucking piece of meat. They’re a bunch of crazy pervs who need shutting down. If someone is out to take them out, then that’s one less thing for us to worry about, and decent folks can sleep better at night and—”

“Aren’t you forgetting that your sister is one of them?”

The cool and disapproving tones of his superior took the wind out Michael’s overinflated sails of righteous indignation.

Shit, Laura.

He could no more leave his little sis exposed to danger than he could stop breathing. He’d been enough of an ass lately without adding that to his conscience. Besides he still wore the bruises from his last encounter with Laura’s Dom, Slade, when the man had taken offence at the way Mike had spoken to Laura. How the fuck was he to deal with the fact, that his little sister allowed herself to be beaten up in the name of love? He’d never understand the dynamics between Laura and Slade, and he sure as fuck didn’t need to step into the lion’s den and see his sister humiliated like that.

“So, that’s settled then.”

“This is far from settled, chief. Find someone else to do this. I can’t be around my sister at that club. Shit, I can barely look at her in ordinary circumstances with that damn collar around her neck, let alone doing god only knows what at that place.”

Michael ground his teeth and willed his breathing to slow down as unbidden, other images invaded his mind—a petite and curvy raven-haired beauty in a skin tight bodysuit, to be precise. Now he wouldn’t mind running into her again, even if she seemed to have some sort of Mistress complex and seemed to think she could boss him around. His cock hardened in his uniform trousers as he recalled the way the pint-sized woman had crowded him against the wall of the dungeon. It had been one of the most bizarre and sexually charged experiences of his life.

Maybe there could be perks to taking on this assignment after all.

“Mind who you’re calling a pervert, Mike. The owners of Club Spectrum have friends in high places, and they’re doing nothing against the law.”

“Bullshit.”

He smirked at Mike’s muttered curse under his breath, pushed back in his chair, and crossed his arms on his chest.

“This is an assignment just like any other, Mike. One that is of personal importance to the commissioner, and it requires sensitive handling.”

Mike whistled through his teeth, and the chief superintendent’s smile in response didn’t reach his eyes.

“Exactly. The lady in question is a personal friend of the commissioner, and apparently doesn’t want any police involvement. So, discretion is of utmost importance. You’re the best undercover operative that we have on the force and no one will suspect you with your sister being in the lifestyle. Put your personal feelings to one side and, you never know, you might even enjoy it.”

Mike shifted on his feet and swore again when his chief slid the picture across his desk.

He was so fucked.

* * * *

Sweat trickled down his back, and he balled his hands into fists. The action made the chains around his wrists dig in deeper, and Mike clenched his jaw in an effort to not let too much of his distaste show. The Spaniard who’d chained him up earlier had taken great delight in tightening the damn things when Mike had growled at him to fuck off.

His black eyes had looked him up and down and Mike had gagged when the man everyone called Master Pedro had grabbed Mike’s junk and squeezed hard enough to bring tears to Mike’s eyes.

“Watch it, pup. This is an auction, and you never know who you might end up with.”

He’d licked Mike’s jaw and nuzzled into his neck before biting down hard enough for Mike to flinch. But it had been the hands molding his ass cheeks that had him hyperventilate and stand stock-still.

“Such tight buns. It’s been a while since I fucked a man, but I might just make an exception for Laura’s tight-ass brother…”

Pedro had stepped back and continued with a visual inspection of Mike’s body that had left his skin on fire, and far more disconcertingly, his cock half-hard in that lace-up excuse of a man’s thong.

What the fuck was wrong with him? He didn’t do men, and he certainly didn’t go in for pain and humiliation. It had to be the whole sexually charged atmosphere of being in the club. The palpable excitement of the other slaves up for auction was rubbing off on him. This was a mixed-sex auction, and crowded backstage as they had been, he’d seen enough half-naked females to cause any hot-blooded male to go to at least half mast.

Yep, he certainly wasn’t reacting to the other man’s dark looks and oozing sex appeal, nor was he turned on by the feeling of helplessness. That would make him as fucked up as the rest of these weirdos. He was here to do a job and as long as he remembered that, he’d be just fine.

He continued that mantra in his head as he defiantly stared into the crowd. He couldn’t see much past the front of the stage, and the first few tables. It was just his damn luck that Pedro and Slade were sitting at the table directly in his line of vision. Laura hadn’t spotted him yet, draped all over Slade’s lap as she was. She might as well not be wearing anything for all the cover that the see-through corset provided. And that Pedro was running a far too lecherous gaze over Laura’s wares. He laughed at something Slade said.

Fuck it, she was supposed to be Slade’s property. Surely he ought not to subject his pet to another man’s advances, even if that man was a friend, and those advances just seemed to be visual. Then again, maybe Slade shared her with whomever. That’s what these pervs did, after all.

The research Mike had been forced to partake in to make his role believable had left an even sourer taste in his mouth. He clearly did not know either his sister or his best friend at all.

He might know all the terminology now, but it didn’t help one bit to wrap his head around the fact his little sister was an active participant. And as for Slade? What sort of man would subject the woman he loved to all this? Women were there to be cherished and protected, not subjected to depravity.

Even women like Scarlett. The Mistress, and the whole reason why he was here, also laughed at something, and his gut clenched when she glanced at him briefly. The cold look chilled him, but not as much as the announcer’s voice clarifying his attributes as though he were a prize steer.

Laura’s head came up, and she flinched under his glare. That damn collar sparkled in the lights from the stage, and she looked as horrified as he felt when the first bid came from Pedro.

The man winked at him, and Mike balled his fists again. Cover or no cover, there was no fucking way he’d allow that Spaniard, or any other man for that matter, to stick their cock up his ass. More male voices rang out as the bidding started in earnest, and Mike swallowed to keep his bile down. This was turning into a fucking nightmare, and the woman he was supposed to protect just fucking sat there as though she were at a tea party.

Blood rushed in his ears and Mike felt quite faint when the announcer’s hammer fell like a death blow.

“Sold. Come and claim your slave, Mistress Scarlett.”

His cock did the equivalent of a reverse bungee jump, and he was surprised the thing covering his dick didn’t split at the seams as Scarlett sauntered toward him. Hips swinging from side to side, her ever-present cat suit accentuated every curve of her lithe body, and Mike’s mouth watered and his fingers itched. It had been way too long since he’d last gotten laid, and this pint-sized bundle of curves was just his type, if you ignored the whip that seemed to be an extension of her hand. Sure enough, she used the handle of the damn thing to run patterns across his torso, over the tats on his arms and shoulder, and down to his ever-hardening cock.

She stepped right into his personal space and looked up at him from under her spiked lashes.

“So, we meet again, brass.”

He flinched at the slave name he was given, and she dug that handle into his balls just enough to hurt.

“Didn’t think you picked that name, but I think I’ll keep it, big boy. Now follow me, and let’s take this somewhere more private.”

She took the chain holding his wrists bound together behind his back and pulled him along after her.

He could have resisted. One sharp tug from him would have her tumbling back against him, but from this position he could appreciate the sway of her shapely ass. His balls itched every time he caught a glimpse of the end of the zip dangling between her legs as she moved along. Poetry in motion—that was her long-legged walk—away from the stage, across the less crowded main play area, where a few people seemed engaged in play. The thigh-high, black leather boots were the perfect contrast to the fire-engine-red cat suit enclosing her long limbs, and they accentuated legs that seemed to go on forever. A delightful contradiction to her little stature. Without her killer heels, she would be no higher than his chest. Mike was so lost in the appreciation of her femininity that he almost collided with her when she stopped abruptly.

“Fuck. No! Help!”

The agonized female screams sent ice through his veins, and without thinking of the consequences, he yanked himself out of Scarlett’s hold on him and stepped in front of her. His wrists screamed at him as he pulled hard enough to scrape skin and freed a hand out of the chain, but he barely noticed the sharp pain zinging up his arm.

The woman in front of them, who was even now being slammed into the wall and held off the ground with one hand around her neck, needed his help.

Aware that Scarlett was shouting something at him, he took no heed and charged forward. One well-placed kick to her assailant’s knee sent the man buckling and the assaulted woman screamed and punched Mike straight in the face, before all hell broke loose.

*****

*chuckles* 

Hope this got you intrigued! *does another shimmy*

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Have a great day!

D xxx