#MWTease from Kristin #newrelease @RavenMcAllan #bdsm #femdom @sirenbookstrand

Happy middle of the week, folks. It's time to tease you again thanks to our awesome host, Sandra Bunino. If you're an author, then why not join us next week. We always have great fun.

Today, I'm handing my tease over to the wonderful Raven McAllan, who had a fabulous book released yesterday. Don't just take my word on it, though. Check out this exclusive tease!

He put his mug to his lips and drank. The ripples of the skin over his throat as he swallowed mesmerized Kristin. He caught her stare and winked. “Like what you see?”

He thinks he can sub? Kristin’s doubts and she accepted her disappointment increased. It was no good putting it off any longer. They might as well talk. Let him understand there was as much likelihood of him subbing as her winning Wimbledon, and then Flynn could go back to wherever he came from and she could pick the pieces up once more and do her best to move on—again.

She set her cup down on the table and tugged Flynn’s hair hard enough to sting. He looked up at her with mild surprise in his dark blue eyes. Kristin gave into temptation and pulled him toward her by her hands tight in his curls.

“Come here, on your knees.” He moved with alacrity, and knelt up in front of her. Nevertheless it was easy to see it wasn’t respectful or sub-like. It was more the actions of one person humoring another.

She wasn’t going to stand for that. He might not know what being a proper sub was, and either intentionally or not, mock her needs and ideals, but she wasn’t going to let him get away with it.

Very deliberately Kristin circled one of his nipples with the thumb and forefinger of one hand. The other she kept tight in his hair.

His eyes darkened almost to black, a sure sign he was beginning to get aroused. Or she amended, used to be.

“Okay, Flynn. I think it’s time to come clean don’t you? Why are you here and what do you really want?” Kristin pinched his nipple furthest from his scar so hard her fingers went white.

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The pain went beyond almost anything Flynn experienced. Even the peppering with a BB gun his best friend at school had given him by accident. Sadly—or luckily maybe—not worse than when he was given his new scar, which began to throb. This he knew damn well was no accident. The throb came every time he remembered how he got the half healed injury, and the pain inflicted by Kristin was deliberate. The gleam in Kristin’s eyes told him that. He actually felt the color leech from his now-clammy skin. Black spots danced in front of his eyes and he swallowed in an attempt to focus. If she was trying to put him off his course of action she was going the wrong way about it. Flynn began to recite his twelve times table in his head. Anything to push the insistent pain to the dark recesses of his mind where he could block it out and ignore it. Hell, he’d had plenty of practice in doing that over the last months.

Just as he was about to break, to shout and swear, and beg for mercy, her fingers moved off his nipple, with one last tug of his hair. Flynn sagged, and let his head fall forwards. The pain increased as blood rushed into the hard nub once more. It wasn’t pleasant.

Fuck, shit, hell on wheels and bloody Nora. He swore silently. And they say this is a good pain? Not at all, and boy do I know pain. His scars now both ached in protest, but Flynn was damned if he would show how much it hurt.

“Look at me Flynn.” Her voice was hard.

Flynn lifted his head. He didn’t like the expression on her face. She looked anguished.

“What, Love. Why so sad?”

 “What do you want?” Her tone matched her voice.
“I want you. To be with you, as your sub.”
“Flynn do you even know what you mean?” Kristin stood up and

began to pace the room. Six steps one way and four the other. She came to a stop in front of him where he still knelt next to the settee. It was playing hell with his scarred knees. Not for the first time Flynn was glad his action-man days were over. No more running, dodging the baddies, and hoping your insurance was up to date.

“I think so.” He knew it was now or never. “I want you to be in charge of us. I’ve read and researched, and think I can do it.”

She shook her head and tugged on his hair again. This time the stings and tingles translated into arousal and his cock perked up. “Stand up and follow me.”

As before she didn’t wait to see if he obeyed her. More amused than anything, Flynn got to his feet, and bit back a moan as his dodgy knee protested at the cavalier treatment dished out to him. Of course she heard and swung round. Even in his discomfort he was amused to notice her hair had fallen out of its confines once more and rippled over her back and shoulders like a bright red waterfall.

“What’s wrong?”

He grimaced. “Wonky knees. One without a cartilage, and one just arthritic. The relic of too many trips to unsavory places.” Flynn rolled his eyes as she bit her lip. “How I earned my wages, Love. It’s nothing.”

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

“Don’t call me love,” she said evenly.


“You are my love.”


“You can call me, My Lady.” The tone was very much take it or

leave it. “Now let’s go and discuss what you think you need and what I know I want.”

Flynn followed her once more. Along the corridor and into a small square room, which was bare of all furniture except a floor-to-ceiling cupboard. Without speaking, Kristin opened the door and took something out. The way she stood and angled the door, Flynn couldn’t see what it was.

“Close your eyes, please.”
Flynn began to sweat.
You can do it. It’s Kristin. He gulped and closed his eyes. Those bloody spots appeared again dancing around behind his eyelids. His heartbeat sped up and his breath sounded harsh in the quiet room.

The buzzing in his ears got louder, and this time Flynn knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. He couldn’t even find the strength to open his eyes. The last thing that impinged on his brain was, he thought he muttered something, and put his arm out to stop himself falling, but he had no idea if he succeeded.

Harsh cursing, and a cool cloth over his forehead were the first things that registered.

“Flynn.” Someone tapped his cheek. “Come back now.”

In his befuddled state he thought it was Kristin, but she’d left him...or he’d left her. His brain wouldn’t process his thoughts. She was somewhere else and he was hiding and...

“Flynn.” The tap was more of a smack and the voice definitely peremptory.

“Krissie?”


“Don’t call me that. Ah shit, come on, Flynn, open your eyes.”

“Must I?”
He opened one eye gingerly, and shut it again. Okay it was bright sunlight not a spotlight, but it was still too much for his brain to process.

“You must. Open your eyes or I’ll slap you hard. Do it now.”

Her urgent tone filtered through the fog that surrounded him. Flynn moaned, and rolled onto his side. “G’way. Wanna sleep.”

“No, you don’t.”

His body moved from side to side as hands shook him. “Stop it. I’m a journalist that’s all. Tell me wha...” It was all too much. To his utter disgust Flynn began to cry, and couldn’t stop. His body heaved, and he tried to curl up into a tiny ball.

“Ah, love, no... No you’re with Krissie, wake up and look.” Soft hands cuddled him to a warm body, and he’d swear his head rested on breasts. “Come on now, look it’s Krissie. You’re safe with me.”

It was the nickname that penetrated through his horrible memories. Flynn shook as he forced himself to move out of the abyss and into the present. “My Lady?” Now where the hell did that come from?

Kristin McCrory would never in a million years have thought her ex-husband would show up on Ballingal and profess his need to sub for her. Flynn is the ultimate stubborn Alpha male, and his refusal to even discuss her need to be in charge had already cost them their marriage. That, and his apparent need to seek out the most dangerous place to report on in his work as a television documentary reporter.

However, the Flynn she knew is not the Flynn who stands before her now. This Flynn is a broken man and she can’t just turn him away. As an Empath and mind reader, Kristin can sense his emotional and physical pain. It means Kristin feels even more drawn to the man she loves, and their connection is as strong as ever.

Love is worth fighting for after all, and Flynn finds new strength in his submission.

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#SexySnippets from Auctioned to Protect (The Spectrum Auctions,2) @sirenbookstrand #BDSM

Happy Sunday, all and if you're in the UK, Happy Mother's Day!

I thought I would bring you one last seven sentences from Auctioned to Protect. You'll find Scarlett fighting for her life and Mike frantic to save her...

...manic laughter rang in her ears, seconds before an explosion rocked the flat and the air filled with shouts and screams. The pop of gunfire deafened her, and from far way she heard Mike’s beloved voice.

“Jesus, baby, hold on. Don’t you dare die on me, do you hear me?”

The most agonizing pain yet took her breath away, as someone applied pressure to the inside of her thigh, and tears filled her eyes.

I never got to tell him that I loved him.

“Scarlett, My Lady, don’t you fucking leave me.”

[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.

Available now from Bookstrand

*****

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#SexySnippets from Auctioned to Protect (The Spectrum Auctions,2) #bdsm @sirenbookstrand

Happy Sunday, folks. It's that time again. Time to tease you with just seven sentences.

Dommes can get a bad rep, and Mistress Scarlett has a fearsome reputation, but underneath it all, she's a woman first and foremost, a woman who's just had a terrible shock.

Lucky for her, Mike is there to take care of her, when she needs him to simply hold her.... all night...

“No?” he asked.

“No, please stay with me and hold me. With you here, I might stand a chance of falling asleep.”

She didn’t look at him, but the way she bit her lip and her hands trembled told him all he needed to know. His brave little Lady was frightened out of her wits, so he did the only thing he could do.

He kissed her hand.

“Your wish is my command, My Lady.”

[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.

Available now from Bookstrand

*****

Do check out the other Authors participating today, and why not join us next week? Sexy Snippets are seven sexy sentences taken from a work in progress or published work.

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#SexySnippets from Auctioned to Protect (The Spectrum Auctions,2) @sirenbookstrand #bdsm

Happy Sunday, folks. It's been quite a week for me. Auctioned to Protect released and my life was taken over by one of those stories that comes out of nowhere, and demands to be written. My muse has a thing for Anthology calls, and this one was an Office romance antho, and well, we all like those, don't we.

Yesterday saw me hit submit on The Takeover. Time will tell if it's a good fit for the anthology, but I sure hope so...

*smiles and crosses fingers*

For today's snippet I'm giving you a glimpse into Mike's state of mind. He has just witnessed a public scene between his estranged sister and her Dom Slade, and Scarlett is ordering him to stay and talk to his sister...

This pint-sized woman was getting under his skin with astonishing speed, and he had no idea what to do about it. Normally speaking he’d run a mile, hide behind his off-putting persona, but there was no hiding from Scarlett, and in truth he didn’t want to. There was something freeing about giving up control, about her not giving him a choice but to acknowledge what was happening.

He raised his head, and Laura’s tearstained gaze connecting with his was like a physical punch to the gut. He’d let her down badly, and he was still letting her down by not accepting her choice to be with Slade. His usual refuge escaped him, as the anger he relied on to keep himself going, to stop himself from thinking about his failings, eluded him. There was only this uncomfortable feeling that made his chest tight and breathing difficult.

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Oh, yes Scarlett is getting to him alright, and the conversation he is about to have with Laura is not an easy one for this tough guy!

[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.

Available now from Bookstrand

*****

Do check out the other Authors participating today, and why not join us next week? Sexy Snippets are seven sexy sentences taken from a work in progress or published work.

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#MWTease from Auctioned to Protect (The Spectrum Auctions,2) @sirenbookstrand #bdsm

Hello, lovely peeps, it's time for that tease again, hosted by the awesome Sandra Bunino.

Yesterday saw the release of Auctioned to Protect *dances again* so I had to bring you a little tease from this story.


To set the scene. Mike and Scarlett have had some intense play time in the club, and are now leaving it. What follows leads up to a shift in the dynamics of their relationship, as Scarlett has to rely on Mike to keep her safe...

Mike pushed her helping hand away and scrambled to his feet. The way he towered over made her feel small and feminine, and his scowl made her heart flutter. He was utterly furious, yet he stood there, head bowed, and waited for instructions. She handed him a fresh blanket to cover up and he accepted it with a grateful smile.

“Follow me, Mike. I think we’ve done more than enough for your first time. Time to get you out of here.”

He regained some of his swagger by the time they reached the lockers, and the wide-eyed attendant handed Mike the key.

Scarlett shrugged into her coat, perfectly happy in her club attire, but Mike could hardly leave the club naked. A fuzzy feeling spread through her belly at the thought of a naked Mike at her disposal out of the club. She had no intention of ever taking on another full-time submissive, but damn it if that visual wasn’t appealing.

The vision of a fully dressed Mike appearing moments later was another far too appealing sight. From the scuffed army boots, to the faded jeans that clung to his tree-trunk thighs and hugged the impressive bulge at his groin, to the checkered button-down shirt he’d left open at the top. His biceps bulged out of the short sleeves, and along with the leather jacket slung carelessly over one shoulder and the motor bike helmet he carried in one hand, completed the bad-boy look.

He looked good enough to eat, but his eyes showed his wariness and when they stepped out of the club he instantly went on high alert. Stepping in front of her, his eyes scanned the car park, and he wouldn’t let her past until he seemed satisfied that all was well.

“Really? Is all this necessary?” Scarlett asked and Mike grunted his response.

“We’re not in the club anymore, and this is my job. There is a threat to your person. You’re damn fucking right this is necessary. Get in your car and I’ll follow you on my bike. Don’t even think about arguing the point. I’m seeing you safely home.”

He crowded her in against a parked car and Scarlett had to look a long way up to judge his expression. All that leashed aggression sent a flutter of feminine need down her spine. If ever there was a man she would consider giving up control to, if only briefly, then that was Mike. Testosterone positively poured off his big frame now as his gaze bored into hers.

“I’m good at what I do, and I’ll keep you safe, but I need your cooperation for this. Do you think you could give me that?” His harsh expression softened and parts of Scarlett just melted when he added a hoarse, “My Lady.”

He must have read her acceptance in her eyes, because he smiled and stepped back. Scarlett crossed the short distance to her car, and a powerful bike engine roared into life behind her. She turned round just in time to see Mike mount the BMW and she whistled through her teeth. Not only at the poetry in motion that was his denim-clad ass and the way the big machine set between his legs, but also at the beauty of the bike. It suited him and Mike flashed her a cocky grin when he caught her staring.

Scarlett’s lips twitched in amusement, and she turned her back on him, got into her car, and drove off. Traffic was light this late in the evening and they got to her block of flats in no time at all. Every time Scarlett looked into her rearview mirror, her smile deepened, because Mike was right on her trail. There was something so virile about a man in charge of a powerful bike, and Scarlett’s hormones went into overdrive. Mike seemed to be walking, talking Viagra to her system, and as he was being stubborn and following her home, it would be positively rude to not invite him in for some bondage and tea biscuits.

By the time she parked her car, Mike was there opening the door for her, and then helping her out of the car by her elbow. Normally speaking Scarlett would have protested at this handling, but something in Mike’s demeanor stopped her. Like it or not, this was his job, and after the frank and heated discussion she’d had with Slade, she wasn’t too proud to accept the protection. The guy who was after her clearly had a screw loose and folks could get hurt in the process. She would never live with herself if one of her friends got hurt because she was too stubborn to accept the protection offered. Besides, she got the distinct impression that Mike could be just as stubborn as her, and he would do his job whether she wanted him to or not.

Mike had rushed her inside before she’d even realized and she was still fumbling for her key when Mike spun her around and crashed her into the wall with enough force to make her see stars.

“What the fuck, Mike?” Her head hurt where she’d bashed it against the wall and she had to blink twice to make sense of what she was seeing. Mike held her against the wall with one arm across her shoulders and in his free hand he held a handgun Where the hell had he hidden that?

“The door is open, Scarlett. I’m getting you out of here. Move, now!”

The sharp command in his tone galvanized her into action and she only caught a glimpse of her slightly ajar front door before Mike dragged her down the stairs and all but slammed her into her car.

“Lock the doors. I’m going back in.”

He produced a radio out of his leather jacket and called for urgent back up, mouthed to her to stay, and sprinted back off into her building.

Blood rushed in Scarlett’s ears, and despite Mike’s instructions, she got back out of the car, grabbed the baseball bat she kept in the boot, and went after him. If that bastard was in her home, there was no fucking way she would stay behind like some insipid weakling of a female. That was not who she was anymore. She would have the bastard’s teeth.

Adrenaline carried her back up the stairs, the distant wailing of police sirens a reassuring sound. It seemed if one of their own called in, they at least responded pronto. Some of her bravado left her when she saw her open door. An unbelievable stench hit her nose the minute she stepped over the threshold and she held her breath as terror filled her lungs.

No, please, god no.

A masculine arm round her waist stopped her, but she had to see. She had to.

“Scarlett, don’t. You really don’t want to see that.” With strength she didn’t know she had, Scarlett elbowed Mike right in the solar plexus and ground her stilettos in his shin, and his hold on her loosened just enough for her to wriggle out of his grasp.

Scarlett entered the scene of devastation that was her once cozy living room and screamed.

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?

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/auctioned-to-protect

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

Woop, woop!

*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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#SexySnippets from Auctioned to Protect (The Spectrum Auctions,2) "Use your words." #bdsm @sirenbookstrand

Happy Sunday, folks. We're two days away from the release of Auctioned to Protect, so my snippets come from this story.

In this snippet Scarlett has challenged Mike to use his words. He's on his knees, feeling rather stupid, because the only reason he's normally down there is to go down on a woman.
So, Scarlett sets him a challenge to explain what he would do. She has to make sure he knows what he's doing, after all...

*grins*

Slightly longer than seven. Please forgive me, but I didn't want to cut his little speech. And be warned, it's hot!

“I’d start by grabbing that damn zip end with my teeth and pull it away until I could reveal your cunt layer by layer. I’d take my time and drive you crazy, as my breath teased your moist folds, and I would lap at your cream. I’d lick and nibble my way around the outer lips and then delve deeper inside until I found your sweet spot. I’d coax that little nubbin with my teeth until it swelled and peeked out of his hiding place proud and strong. Then I’d use my hands to spread you wide, so you opened to me, and I’d blow across your moist flesh, until you’re so needy for me that your hands yank at my hair and push me into your cunt. Then I’d lick you all over, without touching your clit and then I’d use my tongue to fuck your sweet hole. You’ll be gushing for me and I’ll take you right to the edge and then I’ll leave you hanging until you can’t stand it anymore, and you scream for me to make you come. Then and only then I’ll suck your clit so hard you see stars whilst my fingers fuck you into multiple orgasms, and if you’re a very good girl I’ll even let you have my cock.”

[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.

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