Thursday, 29 January 2015

Elle Boon is sharing with us her latest release, Kira's Warriors. It's due out today, so happy book birthday and may the sales be with you. If you keep reading, Elle's got a giveaway for you.
Kira lived the life of a pampered princess of a wealthy Japanese man who mourned the loss of his son, and missing wife. She’d been given everything a girl could want, but nobody was allowed close enough to love or hurt her. All that changed when her life was threatened and he hired the Ravens as her security.
Thane and Garrick never expected to find their Fated, let alone that she’d be touched by a god. The legend of the Kitsune was steeped in mystery, but they’d need all the help they could get to save their Fated from the god who possessed her brother. They’d need to travel into the deepest levels of hell, and fight the Shinigami to save her and her brother. 
Kira realizes Thane and Garrick would give up their own lives to give her the family she’d never had. She would fight to hold onto the best things she could ever ask for, her warriors.

(Warning! Adult content.)

Thane stood, Kira’s juices coating his lips and chin.
Garrick watched her pull Thane to her, trailing her tongue against the seam of his lips. “Goddess, I love how firm your mouth is,” Kira said.
“I love how you taste.” Thane licked his lips. “Do you like how you taste, kitten?”
Turning her face to him, Garrick saw the blush she couldn’t hide. Her eyes were cloudy with desire. He smoothed his hand down her flat stomach, loving how wet and silky she got, tight like a fist around them. He swore nothing had ever felt better. Nothing ever would.
The bed dipped behind them, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Kira. He sucked in a swift breath, trying to remember where he wanted to be was inside his Fated’s body. She mesmerized him with her beauty.
“Kira, climb up here,” Thane said.
Garrick helped her maneuver around to face Thane. His best friend held his arms out while Kira crawled up the big bed like the kitten they called her. He groaned at the sight of her perfect ass as she moved on all fours toward Thane, her pussy playing a game of peek-a-boo with him. Her cream from the orgasm still coated her thighs.
He waited until she was positioned over Thane and watched her slide down, taking him inside, before he moved behind her. Garrick could be patient.
“I need you, too, G. I want you both, hard and fast. I need to feel you inside me when I come, and I want to do that around you, surrounded by my warriors.” Kira groaned, moving up and down on Thane.
Garrick slipped his fingers between Thane and her, testing how wet she was, seeing how ready she truly was. Her slickness coated his fingers. Their girl was perfect.
Thane pulled Kira down, taking control of her movements while Garrick ran his hands over her backside. He carefully prepared her for him, inserting one finger at a time in her rear channel. He made sure to add lube before adding a second finger. She gasped and thrust back against him as if she wanted more.
“Easy, Kira. You need to let me make sure you’re ready.” Garrick grit his teeth at the feelings Thane was sharing.
She pushed back again, her hips swiveling. “I’m more than ready.”
The noises she made were reassuring.
He had three fingers deep inside, scissoring them while Thane held Kira in place. Garrick used his powers to add more lubricant, and then pulled his fingers back.
A generous coating was applied to his dick as he placed the head against the puckered opening. “Hold her open for me, Thane,” Garrick said between clenched teeth.
The first inch slipped in, and she tightened around his cock. Both he and Thane fought for control, not wanting to injure her.
When he was seated fully inside, he held completely still, his breath sawing out like he’d run ten miles. The spiral path opened up, allowing them into Kira’s thoughts. It was like coming home to Garrick. He sucked in air, trying to remember when he’d ever felt so extremely satisfied.
She giggled.
“What are you laughing at, woman?” Thane asked.
“Are you hearing his thoughts? He’s satisfied and he isn’t even moving.”
Straddling Thane’s legs, Garrick swatted Kira’s ass, a light tap meant to tease, not hurt, causing her rounded flesh to quiver and her ass to tighten even further. “I think our Fated liked that, Thane.”
Garrick pulled back, his hands gripping her slim hips, and set up a slow rhythm. He and Thane worked in counterpoint. One of them had their dick buried deep inside her heat at a time, while the other pulled back.
Sweat covered him, even with his ability to regulate his body temperature. A light sheen coated her body.
“I’m not gonna last much longer, G.”
Garrick wrapped one arm around Kira’s chest, pulling her shoulders back into him, granting Thane access to her clit. “Play with her clit, Thane. Make her come.” Without another word, his friend reached between Kira’s thighs. Her clit was so hard and swollen, it wouldn’t take but a few strokes to get her off. Hell, he was so ready it wouldn’t take him but a few strokes, but first, they wanted to make Kira come.
Her hips bucked, and she threw her head back. “Oh, oh, y—yes,” Kira hissed.
A heartbeat later, her orgasm struck, clamping down on them like a wild convulsion. Their strokes increased in speed, becoming rough and uncontrolled. He flicked Thane a look, naked need written on his face, and with a nod, they both let go.
Garrick groaned. The knowledge Thane was as lost to sensation as he was pushed him even closer to the edge. Kira’s moans joined theirs, sending delight through him knowing she was already climbing the peak again. With every stroke into her ass or pussy, she whimpered.
The air was thick with their combined scents. The smell of Kira’s arousal permeated the room. Every breath he took, he smelled Kira, building pressure in his balls, filling him with the need to come.
“Ah, fuck, I’m gonna come.” Garrick groaned.
A bead of sweat trickled down Thane’s temple. “Me, too, kitten. Come for us one more time. Squeeze our cocks.” Thane started hammering in and out of her pussy.
Whether it was the raw words or the wild movements of the man beneath her that pushed Kira over, Garrick couldn’t care less. The moment she started to come, her greedy little pussy and ass began pulsing around Thane and him, and they, too, fell over the edge. He roared out his pleasure, while Thane swore in several languages. Garrick’s balls drew up, full of semen, his seed spurting from his dick like it never wanted to quit. In perfect sync, Thane released, his voice equally hoarse by the time he was spent.

Q & A Time

1.  Author Name: Elle Boon
2.  Where do you live? (part of the country or state or world) I live in Missouri, almost smack dab in the middle of Merica (lol)
3.  When did you first publish? My one year contract signing date is actually January 28th 2015. Soo excited. My first book came out on April 3, 2014 with Siren.
4.  How many books have you published? As of today I have 4 books out and my 5th is coming out on January 29th, 2015 which is Kira’s Warriors book 4 in the Ravens of War.
5.  Which of your characters do you see yourself in the most? I sort of put a little of myself in all of my female characters. In each story I find myself weaving a little bit of real life into their stories. For instance in Selena’s Men I have Selena getting on top the bar and dancing. I actually have done this a time or two. In Two For Tamara there is a scene where one of the ladies says “I don’t do girls” this was an actual conversation me and one of my bffs had after one too many drinks, and we were laughing and drinking. Long story short the guys were chanting “kiss kiss kiss” and she turns and says “I don’t do grills” yess I spelled that right lol.
6.  What has been the most time consuming or mentally challenging research you have done for a book? I think for Kira’s book because it’s set a lot in Japan and spans back 20 plus years. There is a lot of folklore and things that has changed during the timeframe and I wanted to get it right. I loved it!
7.  What does an average day for you consist of?  What is your writing schedule like? I get up, get my Goob, aka my 14 yr old off to school and then get online. After that I go over what I’ve written and try to write. Try being the key sometimes. I turn my playlist on, which is rock. My choice of music freaks people out, because they look at me and see my choice of music lol. I love love love rock. J
8.  Please tell us about your newest release. Kira’s Warriors is book 4 in the Ravens of War. She’s is like all my other heroines, a fierce woman who is worthy of two men lol. Garrick and Thane are both demi-gods created by Zeus who were sent as protectors only to find she wasn’t quite 100% human. It’s action packed and full of lots of the other Ravens as well as a steamy read J 
9.  Do you have a current work in progress?  Can you tell us about it? I just finished His Perfect Wolf, book 2 in The Mystic Wolves series. I still have to edit and submit to my publisher, but I really love it. It’s the follow up to Accidentally Wolf and Niall’s story. I’m also working on a self-pub that I plan to release on March 16th called SmokeJumper. SmokeJumper is about a Native American who is a smokejumper which is a specialized firefighter who is called back to his hometown by his grandfather. Of course he’s much more than just an ordinary man, he’s also an elemental. I love my paranormal romance and of course all my stories are steamy reads <3
10.  What is something that your readers might not know about you? I am a clean-freak. I spend 6-8 hours once a week cleaning my house one room at a time. Everything has a place in my house and I am very organized. My closets are all color coordinated with each person having a specific hanger color lol. Yes, I said I am a freak lol J

I am a total open book and love to talk to people. If you have a question I try to answer as honestly as possible (of course some things are too personal), but I will do my best. Ask away people <3 

A few songs that inspired me during the writing process for Kira’s Warriors:
Theory of a Deadman – Savages
Crossfade – Cold
The Pretty Reckless – Heaven Knows
Sixx A.M. – Stars

Now it's competition time. As I mentioned earlier, Elle has a giveaway. All you have to do for a chance to win a copy of any of Elle's books is leave a comment for her. She loves to hear from fans. The winner will be selected randomly. Good luck!

Wednesday, 28 January 2015

Paranormal Love Wednesdays
Hi everyone, thank you for joining me on this wonderful blog hop. My name is Emma Anderson, and I'm an author of paranormal books. At the moment I have five published books all revolving around the paranormal world, and one on the way. My last book Refusing His Second Chance features an old vampire set in his ways. He has no room in his life or his heart for a mate, but fate has other plans.
[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, vampires, spanking, HEA]
Why did the constant rejection of a man she barely knew hurt so much?
Allie Fisher’s a successful author and radio show host. So much so, she’s gained herself a stalker. Her life’s turned upside down when she meets Margo. With their new blossoming friendship came a heartache Allie never knew was possible.
Parker Winston’s a 543-year-old vampire. He’s had a mate and lost her. He has no room in his heart for anyone else. Even another mate. When he meets his sister’s new friend, he immediately knows she’s his second chance. To preserve his memory of his first mate, he takes what he needs from Allie but offers nothing of himself in return. By the time he realises that there’s enough room in his heart for two, it may be too late.
Can Parker convince Allie of his true feelings for her? Or will her stalker deny him the opportunity by taking her from him permanently?

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Tuesday, 27 January 2015

Look who's been busy. April Zyon has another new release, and I'm excited!

Brandy Carver was living her dream of making clothing for real, every day women. When she gains the wrong kind of attention from a man that doesn’t have “no” in his vocabulary there’s only one action to take—returning home where she’s safest, and where she can finally breathe once more.  
Anthony “Crank” Romero, former Marine turned gentleman farmer, is willing to admit he’s a bit of a ladies man. The truth is he’s only looking for the right woman. Finding her when she’s got trouble on her tail wasn’t his plan, but he’s not about to argue when he’s tasked with keeping her safe.  
Discovering Brandy’s interests in the bedroom makes Crank realize they are perfect for each other. Knowing he can’t let her go, not when she’s his perfect other half, he’ll do whatever is necessary to ensure that they have a chance at their fated love.
WARNING: Anal Play

His phone ringing brought him out of the workout zone he’d fallen into. It also nearly caused him to drop the weight on his own foot. Thankfully, he managed to catch it—just. 
Grabbing up his phone, Anthony frowned at the caller ID. “Crank here,” he said. 
“That’s creepy, dude, stop that,” Rhys Hollister said to him. 
He couldn’t have stopped the grin if he’d wanted to. “Crank does whatever Crank wants.” He knew how much the third person speak irritated Rhys. It was half the reason he did it around his former CO. 
“I will beat you within an inch of your fucking life, Tony.” 
Snickering, he let it drop and eased to sit on the workout bench. “What’s up, boss man?” he asked in all seriousness. 
“I need to ask a favor, and yes, this will be on me.” 
“Okay, what do you need?” he asked cautiously. While he’d do anything for Rhys, or the other men from his unit, that particular phrasing had him slightly worried and mildly curious. 
“You may recall the Carvers took a hit the other day.” 
Yeah, he did. “The youngest was killed, wasn’t she?” he asked quietly.
“So we all thought. Turns out it was a decoy she’d hired to keep the psycho who thought he owned her off her tail while she made her way home. Only the guy, a Colton Brody, got to the woman who was using Brandy’s name, cards, and so forth.” 
“Son of a bitch,” he breathed out. “Was she dating the guy or something?” 
“One date from what Brant and Frank told me. The guy latched onto her and isn’t the sort to let her go. He’s highly possessive from all the pieces of information we’ve gathered. He also is part of the NYPD family. His father’s a cop, his father’s father, and so forth. They have huge history with the force.” 
“And cops protect cops,” Anthony said. Yeah, he knew how that went. The mythical Blue Line wasn’t really all that mythical if you went head to head with a cop. All you ended up with was an entire force out to get you. Not good. 
“Yeah. She’s filed paperwork with IA up there, but says that anything against the Brodys tends to magically disappear if it isn’t misfiled, or incorrectly filled out. Funny how that shit tends to happen with the most rotten of the bunch.” 
Rhys sounded pissed. Perfectly understandable from Anthony’s point of view. “I take it that Brant’s going to do something with his connections?” It was his baby sister, after all. Of course the man would do something.
“Yeah, and Frank as well. Not quite sure what that particular Carver has planned. Quite frankly, I don’t think I want to know. I like the plausible deniability of things when it comes to shit like that.” 
Something else Anthony understood fully. Snorting out a laugh, he rubbed a hand over his head. “So what do you need from me?” 
“They need someone to help keep a watch on her. While they are busy digging into Brody’s life, his family’s lives, and everything else to do with them on top of the NYPD, they need someone to protect her.” 
“Guard dog duty then,” he said. 
“More or less, yeah. It’ll be more than that. Oh, and I should mention Theresa’s fully on board with this. It was her suggestion, actually. Mostly I think because she knows her own boys and how overprotective they can get.” 
“Smothering is the word you’re looking for, Rhys.” 
“Shut up,” he muttered. 
He grinned. Rhys was a big brother as well, so he damn well knew the point Anthony was trying to make. Especially since Rhys’s own baby sister was married into the Carver clan. To Brandy’s twin no less.
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Monday, 26 January 2015

I'm nearing the end of my latest WIP which means the writing has slowed. I have to force myself to take my time as I finish off a book because usually the next book's characters are already nagging at me to get onto their story. That in turn has me rushing to complete my current project which is not good because nobody likes a story that ends abruptly or in a hurry.

On a side note, I have been looking into prison tattoos for my current WIP. Who would have thought that there was so much meaning behind the ink?

Friday, 23 January 2015

I would like to welcome McKinlay Thomson today. She's here to share a little about her latest book, Tracking Ainsley.

A little about McKinlay Thomson by McKinlay Thomson

I live in Melbourne, Australia with my husband, two children and a Maltese Jack Russell who can't stop barking. I had my first idea for a story whilst working as a chef at the local pub. I have been addicted to reading since my ninth grade teacher read us The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. From then on I read anything I could get my hands on. Now, I love to read stories with a happy-ever-after ending, especially erotic romance. When I’m not running after my kids, I usually can be found cooking, reading or writing.

Are you ready to read about Tracking Ainsley?

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifter, HEA]

Ainsley Gordon has never been much for adventure and the outdoors, so why she ever let her friend convince her to go hiking in the highlands of Scotland is beyond her. When a storm moves in and a tragic accident befalls her friend, they are well and truly stuck and in desperate need of rescuing.

Conall and Finlay Breckenridge are wolf shifters and members of an elite squad called Highland Rescue. They operate in the harsh and dangerous wilderness of the highlands, saving stranded and injured travelers. When they receive a call to rescue two hikers, they never expected to find their mate.

The weather takes a turn for the worst, leaving the brothers no option but to take Ainsley to a remote cabin and wait out the storm. But when a rival pack bent on revenge find them, can the two sexy wolf shifters convince Ainsley to trust them with more than just her heart?

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Story Excerpt
Conall saw the woman in the distance, and rushed to catch up with his brother. He pulled the radio from his belt and radioed in the location to Helo One. It crackled and cut out in the bad weather, but he managed to get the message through. He hoped the weather stayed mild long enough to evacuate the fallen woman. If not, he would have to carry her out, and he really didn’t want to do that.
Finlay sat a small distance from the women and barked once. His black tail wagged against the snow and Conall could see that he was excited about something. His brother had been acting strange since they had found the car a few hours back.
Conall walked closer to the two women. His eyes went straight to the redhead brandishing a tent pole like a baseball bat and he suddenly realized what all the fuss was about. Conall felt his dick go hard and he sucked back a groan. His wolf sat up and took notice as well.
The woman was gorgeous with her big grey eyes and curly red hair, and even from this distance he could smell her intoxicating scent. Why hadn’t he picked up on it before? His brother certainly had. He now understood why Finlay was marking his territory around the car.
She looked back at him and they stood there staring at each other. His mouth had gone dry and he was at a loss for what to say. No one had ever had this effect on him before and Conall wasn’t sure he liked it.
He liked to be in control. As a shifter he demanded it, but one look at this little curvy woman and his body was at war. He needed to get a grip, but all intelligent thought had flown from his brain and down into his pants.
“Arr…um…” he stammered. “I…”
“Have trouble finishing sentences?” a voice said. Conall finally turned to the fallen woman on the ground and his brain started to function again.
She was smirking at him and Conall knew she had noticed his distracted state. He coughed to hide his embarrassment and walked closer to the injured woman.
“My name is Conall,” he told her, as he squatted down to check over her ankle. “I’m from Highland Rescue. You are?”
“Jean,” she replied.
“Nice to meet you, Jean. We have a chopper en route to evacuate you to the nearest hospital. What’s your pain like?”
“Bearable, but I think it’s because the snow has made it go numb.”
Conall took off his backpack and opened the first aid kit. He pulled out the green whistle and passed it over to Jean.
“Suck on this,” he said. “It will alleviate the pain.”
“What is it?” she asked, taking it from his hand.
“It called Penthrox. It contains Methoxyflurane and will make you a little light-headed.”
Conall heard a small squeak and looked over his shoulder at the redheaded woman. Finlay had crept closer and was sniffing at her crotch. She stood as still as a statue and was obviously intimidated by the big wolf. She was a short little thing and looked tiny standing next to Finlay. In his wolf form he was level with her waist.
Conall tried to hide his amusement at his brother’s antics. Finlay started to circle her, rubbing his muzzle and body on her legs. He wasn’t trying to scare her, he was leaving his scent on her clothes. Conall wanted to rub himself all over her too, but that would have to wait.
“Is this your dog?” she asked. She had a deep, slightly husky voice. Conall wanted to hear that voice talk dirty when he drove his hard length into her. He shook off the thought and stood to walk closer to her.
“Yes,” he answered. “Don’t mind him. He is just being friendly. My name is Conall.”
“I heard. Is that chopper going to be much longer?”
Nope, Conall could hear it approaching as they spoke. It was a shame he wanted to spend more time with the woman. If the weather wasn’t so bad, he would have called the chopper off and walked them back down, just so he could spend more time with her. It wasn’t to be though. Her friend was in pain and the wind was getting stronger.
“It will be here any second, lass.”
Conall moved back to Jean as the noise of the helicopter got louder. Finlay would watch the redheaded hottie whose name he didn’t know but was bursting to find out. He decided to try her friend.
“I don’t think your friend likes my dog,” he said, bending down to her once more.
“Ainsley is just grumpy,” Jean replied. Bingo. “She doesn’t like the outdoors much.”
“That is not true,” Ainsley said. “I like the outdoors as much as the next person. It’s freezing to death on a snowy mountain that I object to.”
Conall smiled. The woman had spunk. He liked that. Hey, he liked everything about her at that moment. She could say she was a green three-legged alien and he would probably think it was cute.
Conall’s radio crackled as the helicopter hovered overhead. He unclipped it from his belt and pressed down on the talk button.
Conall growled at her words and his wolf pushed to get out. Closing his eyes, he bit his lip and forced his beast back. Fuck, she turned him on. She kissed like a wet dream and made little mewling sounds in the back of her throat. He was so hard that if she didn’t stop rubbing her hot pussy against his crutch, he was in real danger of coming in his pants.
Conall reached behind her and snapped her bra open with a flick of his fingers. Her large breasts spilled out and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Full and heavy, they were topped with large, red nipples. Conall started to pant, his mouth watered, and his cock leaked pre-cum.
“Sweet heavens, lass,” Finlay said from behind him. “You know how to get a man excited.”
“I do?” she asked. Conall thought she sounded shy and nervous compared to the sassy, confident woman she had been moments before. Ainsley moved her arms to hug her big breasts, which squished them together and pushed them up.
“You have the most amazing body,” Conall told her. “We both want you.”
“I haven’t, um,” she replied. “I never…not with two men.”
“We will take good care of you, lass,” Finlay told her. “We would never hurt you.”
Conall knew his brother meant emotionally as well as physically. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that their mate had been hurt in the past. She was shy and reserved, and he was sure her self-esteem had taken a battering.
“Okay,” she said. “I want this too, with both of you.”
Conall didn’t want to play anymore. He leant forward and latched onto one of her hard nipples and suckled. She arched her back and cried out as he sucked and nipped the hard bud.
He heard Finlay move in beside him and saw him cup her other breast in his big hand. He pinched and pulled on her bud as Conall licked and sucked.
Conall pulled Ainsley’s legs toward him and quickly shed her of her pants. Her panties were wet and he could smell her arousal. The smell was intoxicating and Conall wasted no time getting her completely naked.
Finlay lifted his head as a sock went flying, soon followed by its mate. With Conall between her legs, Finlay moved up the cot and took her mouth in a scorching kiss. It was their first, and Conall could feel the heat coming off the pair as they parried and fought for dominance.
Whipping her panties down her legs, they went the way of her socks, and Conall pushed her legs apart and looked at the delight between. Her pussy was pink and perfect and coated in her essence, Conall ducked his head and licked the juices from her most intimate place.
Flavor exploded on his tongue and he growled as his wolf roared in approval. She tasted sweet and musky and all Ainsley, and Conall knew he would never get tired of tasting her.
He flicked his tongue over her clit and her hips arched toward him. Sucking the pearly bud into his mouth, he gently bit down and heard her faint scream from behind Finlay’s kiss.
Conall entered her warm channel with one long finger and hooked it around, searching for her spongy spot, all the while flicking his tongue back and forth across her engorged clit.
When he found what he was looking for, he tickled it gently and had to hold her hips down as she bucked wildly beneath him.
“Oh, wow,” she said. “What are you doing?”
Her voice was high and breathy and she was panting, her big breasts rising and falling rapidly.
“Hasn’t anyone ever played with your G-spot, lass?” he asked.
“No,” she replied. “It feels amazing. I didn’t realize.”
“Looks like we have a lot to show our woman,” Finlay said. His brother was right. They would have a lot of things they could show her.
They would have to spend hours and hours showing her all the wonderful delights that sex could bring. Conall smiled to himself and lowered his head once more. They weren’t expected down the mountain until tomorrow. Plenty of time to do at least some of the things he had in mind.
Conall upped the pressure of his fingers and flattened out his tongue, rubbing the rough texture hard against her clit and heightening the intensity. He wanted to give her, her first G-spot induced orgasm.
He wanted to hear her scream his name and feel her pussy clench on his fingers as her juices flooded his mouth. Just the image in his head was enough to heighten his own arousal.
“That’s it, lass,” Finlay said above him. “Let it go. We will catch you.”
Ainsley was moaning louder and louder and bucking her hips in time with Conall’s fingers. Her wet heat engulfed his hand, and with one last flick of his tongue, he pushed against her G-spot and Ainsley flew apart beneath him.
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Tuesday, 20 January 2015

Raven McAllan has come to share a little about her new book, The Dommes of Ballingal: Kristin, which is out today. But first let's hear a little about Raven in her own words.
Well what can I say?
I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.
Oh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

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Ballingal. An Island in the middle of a Loch. Where women rule, and hearts are saved—or broken.
I love the sound of the ladies of the loch. There are six of them. Kristin's is the first story to be told.
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.
“Up the stairs, third left. Don’t go to the third right unless you want your lessons to start with a vengeance.” Would he understand the inference?
His eyes narrowed and he nodded, before he held his hand out to her. Kristin took it and they walked side-by-side up the stairs to the room she indicated. Flynn turned the handle and stood back. “After you, My Lady.”
She nodded. “This time. Another time, if there is one, it may be different.”
He dipped his head in acknowledgement. “Of course. This time though, after you, and stand by the bed.”
Kristin walked past him and did as he’d asked. It was a strange feeling. She’d wanted to play like this. However, she’d never found someone she trusted enough to do so with. Always she’d stayed in her Domme and dominant mode. This was different. A side of her she’d never dare show to anyone before. Of course when she’d lived with Flynn, before she outed herself and everything went pear-shaped they’d made love and he’d taken charge, but this was different. When she had time, she'd take a long, hard, deep look at why she felt able to let go, now.
He didn’t speak as he walked up to her and cupped her face in his hands. She noticed they shook a little as he stroked her cheeks with his fingers. “I’ve wanted to be able to do this for so long, My Lady. I’ve dreamed of you. Felt your skin next to mine, experienced your lips touching me, and enjoyed your hands caressing me as you held me close. And then, then I woke up. Empty and alone.” He drew his hands down her face and onto her shoulders, before he swept her hair to one side and caressed her neck. “I’ve imagined touching you here.” He kissed the nape of her neck. Kristin’s senses went into high alert clit-clenching pussy spasms within seconds. “And here.” He kissed his way downward, toward the low V of her top and ever lower until he sucked oh so sweetly on the soft swell of her breast.
She moaned and he chuckled. “Like that, My Lady? How about this.” He pushed the sleeves of her top, and her bra straps over her shoulders and down far enough to pinion her arms to her sides.
So often she’d done that to a sub—although it was more likely to be with a belt or a special tie—but not since they’d been together had she experienced that feeling of “he can do what he wants and I’ll let him.”
Flynn trailed his fingers over her shoulders, around her neck and up and down each inch of exposed arm. It tickled and she squirmed. He raised one eyebrow and grinned. “Teasing is such sweet anticipation, My Lady. Where will he touch next? How will he? Can I bear it?”
Kristin made a noise halfway between a sob and a sigh. Her thighs were more than damp, and her nipples hurt as they pushed hard against the confines of her lacy bra. Her mind was befuddled and every sense honed in on her lover, his scent, his presence, and his touch.
My lover.
His teeth grazed her areolae and she stopped even befuddled thoughts and sank into his touch. His breath was warm on her skin, and he drew back and blew over her nipple. It puckered and tightened.
“Oh yes.” Flynn’s voice was deep and gruff with arousal. “Shit, if I don’t get us both horizontal fast, it’ll be too late. One sec.” He fumbled with the zip at her waist, and caught the material in it. “Fuck and bugger. Oh well I’ll buy you a new one.”
Through eyes still fogged with desire, and before she gathered her wits properly, Kristin watched as Flynn took hold of the sides of the zip and pulled firmly. The noise of tearing cotton sounded loud and violent in the room, and she jumped. Then she looked down at the remains of her skirt as it pooled around her ankles, and laughed.
“Ah well, it was about ready for the rag bag anyway.”
“How to spoil the skirt, eh?” Flynn shook his head in mock dismay. His eyes were once more dark with desire, and dangerous silver sparks danced in their depths. “And the moment? Now where were we? Ah, yes, trying to get naked and on the bed.”
“You’re dressed.” Kristin pointed out. “And I’m only almost naked.”
“Almost won’t be for long,” Flynn said. “And, My Lady, you told me to take charge.” His voice was too innocent. “I’m only doing as my lady instructed. After all, I don’t suppose it will happen often.”
 Nor did she, but somehow, Kristin knew this time it had to be so. He slid her well-damp thong down her legs, and she lifted each foot in turn to help him remove it. Flynn lifted it to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Ah, My Lady. You’re so wet for me. The scent of your arousal is so fucking intoxicating it makes me as hard as nails. I’m almost coming in my jeans like a randy school kid.”
Her face heated and she reckoned it would be the color of her hair. Basic lust, love and honesty in three short sentences. Her juices increase and coated the top of her thighs. Flynn helped her onto the bed and she wriggled, and pressed her legs together to get a little bit more friction. She needed to come, to let herself go and fly. Of course he saw her actions and tapped her mound, just hard enough to sting.
“You’re altogether too Dom-like for a sub,” Kristin said, half seriously. His face froze, and she could have kicked herself. What a stupid thing to say. “And as I’ve handed our play session to you, balach, may I say you’re doing superbly. Just as your lady demanded,” she added hastily. “I love it.”
"This time.” Flynn said, his expression still wary.
“This time,” she agreed. She wished she could reach out and touch him. To reassure him that this was what she wanted but she judged to say any more would be too much. She’d just have to hope she could put his mind at rest in other ways. Kristin lifted her hips from the bed, clenched her butt and pussy muscles and wriggled her ass in the air.