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MASTERED BY HER CAPTOR is back!!!

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It’s back!!! MASTERED BY HER CAPTOR is available for pre-order on Amazon again!

They had decided to ban the book and cancelled my pre-order. So… if you pre-ordered it before, or want to now, it’s available!

 

Kalie Terron

The man who kidnapped me has haunted my dreams for weeks. Hot sexy dreams of his full lips moving on me. Over my naked body. Touching me in soft, intimate places.
 
As my captor, he wore jeans and a casual shirt. I hadn’t known that the man who brought my sexual fantasy to life is a powerful, wealthy businessman.
 
Now I’ve tracked him down, determined to convince him to give us a chance.
 
I’ve seen his eyes with a dominating edge. I’ve seen them filled with passion. And even filled with an intense need that rivaled my own. But now those eyes are cold and detached, as if what the two of us shared was nothing to him.
 
But I won’t give up.
 
Erik King
Kalie wants a relationship. Flowers and candlelight. Soft words spoken in front of a fire. But I’m not a romantic kind of guy. I like my sex rough and hard. And I like my women soft and submissive.
 
Just because she enjoyed a fantasy about being kidnapped by two strong, powerful men, she thinks she can handle what I want. She doesn’t get that what I enjoy is in a whole different league.
 
She seems intimidated by my status, which is good. I intend to take every opportunity to keep her off balance. For her own good, as well as mine.
 
Her unyielding determination tells me it will be difficult to convince her to back off. Thus, my only alternative is to use intimidation to scare her away.
 
So I will give her the chance she’s been begging for, confident that in the end, she’ll be begging to get away from me.
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Special Bonus: I really want to ensure you don’t miss the beginning of Kalie and Erik’s story so I have included the novelette, The Captive, which is the prequel to this novella.
(Note: Both The Captive and Mastered by her Captor follow Mr. King from The Office Slave series.)

All books in the Mastered By series are stand-alone HEA stories with no cliff-hangers and can be read in any order.

To pre-order on Amazon:

The other on-line stores have it for pre-order, too. (They never had a problem with it!)

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Mastered 2 Box Set Author Spotlight Series, Day 5: One Night With My Billionaire Master by Cynthia Sax

Mastered2 quote card CynthiaSaxHappy Saturday! We’ve had plenty of exciting nights with the deliciously naughty characters of the Mastered 2 BDSM box set. Now, we get to spend a night in the lap of luxury with Cynthia Sax’s “One Night With My Billionaire Master”!

Can a night with a billionaire master last a lifetime? One Night With My Billionaire Master by @CynthiaSax #Mastered2 http://amzn.to/1EyxSHj

Arianna asks herself if one night with billionaire financier Logan Ross will be enough.

Arianna, the daughter of a media mogul, is secretly lusting after Logan Ross, her father’s number one enemy. Yes, this isn’t a good situation. She wants him, craves his touch, but she knows if she’s caught indulging her desires, her father will disown her. She’ll be cut off from the family, losing her emotional support system, her job and her wealth.

Logan Ross, our billionaire financier, wants two things—Arianna and total control of her father’s company. He scares the shaving cream out of hardened CEOs. Men jump to do his bidding. Now he seeks to have his nemesis’s daughter kneeling at his feet.

Arianna has resisted their attraction thus far. But every time they meet, every time Logan not-so-innocently brushes against her, her resolve weakens. Her billionaire pursuer has been persistent yet patience, content to slowly, steadily wear her down. The sexual tension between them spirals higher and higher.

Arianna finally breaks and sends him a two-sentence text—One Night. No one must know.

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“You would never hurt me.” I know this in my soul.

“I won’t allow anyone to hurt you,” Logan makes one of his infamous vows, promises he’s been known to bend laws to keep. “You won’t regret your decision.”

We stand in the middle of the ballroom, surrounded by people. I see only him, entranced by the emotion in his brown eyes, his passion, his need, and something more, something I don’t dare believe in.

“Was this my decision?” I muse. “Did I have a choice?” Or was this inevitable, our fate, our destiny?

“No, you didn’t have a choice.” Logan’s lips lift into one of his rare smiles.

“Dance with me.” This is a command, not a request. He leads me onto the floor. “It’s expected.” He swings me into position, his maneuvering graceful and sure.

It is expected. In the past, he has arrived at events, sought me out for a dance, and then departed immediately after our exchange.

His focus on me means nothing. If I say this statement enough times, I might believe it. I bend my left arm, layering my limb over his. Logan clasps my right hand tightly. Our bodies come together and we move as one.

This isn’t the rigid proper waltz I learned at ballroom dance class. It is rolling and sensuous, like the undulation of muscle under skin. One, two, three. One, two, three.

There’s no thinking, no talking, only feeling, reacting. Logan steps forward. I step back.

He turns. I follow.

Our hips brush together, my skirt swirling around his black pants. I gaze at his sharp chin, firm lips, feeling delicate, womanly, trusting him to guide me, to keep me safe.

Logan dips me and I fall back, confident he’ll catch me. “You’re exquisite.” His eyes gleam and he draws me upright, twirls me across the floor. If dancing is a sign of companionship, we’re ideally suited. I’ve never had a partner know me like he does, reading my abilities, fulfilling my wishes.

The music fades and he sweeps me toward the edge of the dance floor. Before the song ends, he’s concealed us in the crowd. “Escort me from the room.” He covers my hand with his. “As you’ve been instructed.”

My gaze darts upward. How does he know I’ve been given that order? “I can’t climb into the limousine with you,” I murmur, aware that we’re being watched. “People will gossip.”

“People already gossip.” Logan leans into me. “They see how we dance, speculate that we fuck as passionately.” His crudeness stimulates, rather than shocks me. “They suspect your sweet pussy is filled with my cum, that my love bites decorate the curve of your ass and my scent is on your skin,” he breathes into my hair and I warm, all over.

“Everyone here knows you’re mine.”

I stare at him, my thoughts obliterated by his words.

“Looking at me with your fuck-me face won’t stop the gossip.” He chuckles softly.

Mastered 2 Box Set Author Spotlight Series, Day 4: Luscious, by T.J. Michaels

Mastered2 Quote Card TJMichaelsHappy Friday Readers! I hope the Mastered 2 box set has kept you bound & pleased throughout the week, and that you’re eager to try out some new tricks this weekend! 😛 Today we’ll be looking at T.J. Michael’s delicious new story, Luscious!

 Come and Visit the Twilight Teahouse in @tj_michaels’ “Luscious”, part of the new#Mastered2 #BDSM box set! http://amzn.to/1EyxSHj #99Cents

 MacKenzie Ivers is a strong personality who submits to one man — her husband, Landon.

 After ten years of marriage, a nasty divorce, followed by a sweet reconciliation, Mac wants nothing more than for her husband to stop punishing himself for his part in the former “crazy”. It’s going to require some conniving and some rope…miles and miles of rope. Luckily, Twilight Teahouse has everything she needs to get this particular rigger back in the saddle.

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Luscious by T.J. Michaels

Mac was an alpha to the bone. In her case, alpha didn’t mean bitch…well, unless some bitchiness was required at the moment. It was simply her personality and style, and allowed her to successfully run a thriving business in a field dominated by men, and deal with emergencies with ease.

On the flip side of that coin, this man, her husband, brought out the submissive in her like literally no one else could. And when her man crossed his legs and let his vivid green gaze roam boldly from her head to her feet and back again, Mac felt sexy as hell. Blushing, she automatically bowed before him.

“Today, it’s you, me and some rope. Do you consent to this, MacKenzie Chalice Daniels-Ivers?”

Oh dear lord, he called her by her whole name! That was typically reserved for when she was in trouble, or when he planned something intense. Butterflies in her gut were a thing of the past as they morphed into pterodactyls. A shiver went through her whole body and settled down between the joints in her knees. A deep breath did nothing to calm her at all. But one thing was for sure–her nerves skipped around from sheer anticipation of some serious delight.

“Well?” he asked.

“Yes, of course I consent.”

“Good. Go to your play bag and get all of the red bamboo rope.”

How did he know she had that in there? Before she could ask, he said, “I put it in there two nights past in place of that rough jute stuff you had bundled up inside.”

One brow winged its way up her forehead as his words truly registered. And then her man gave her one of the most deliciously promising grins she’d seen on his face lately.

She smiled in return, shaking her head at herself, as understanding dawned. Landon had obviously planned this well in advance. Sure she’d seen the rope when she’d inspected her bag not fifteen minutes ago, but she always had some in there just in case. Easy knots for easy play was something she could handle. But all the ins and outs and its intricate uses were Landon’s domain. And it was a domain he ruled, completely.

Once she was across the room and standing over her bag, another command came.

“Put your locs up into a bun, high on top of your head. Then remove your clothes and leave them folded neatly where you stand. You may keep those sexy ass panties on that you were sashaying around the house in this morning.”

“Sashay?” she gawked.

“Absolutely. And it was a beautiful sight. Have a problem with the word, sashay?” he asked. He lowered his head and watched her through thick coal-black lashes. A smart ass comment was on the edge of her lips when he gave her the look and raised an imperious brow.

Mac blurted, “Nope. No problem at all.”

 

Remastered by Multi-Award-Winner Madelynne Ellis

Quote Card - Madelynne-2Hey! We’re going to keep rocking out to the Mastered set with another track, Remastered, by Multi-Award-Winner, Madelynne Ellis. So many rock stars have made a comeback in recent years, but few have had the heart to do it like this.

A Sound-Proof Recording Room is the only thing Spook and Allegra need for his #hot encore. #Masteredhttp://bit.ly/OpalsBlog@MadelynneEllis

A bad experience with a former girlfriend caused Spook Mortensen to repress his sexual urges, but when sound engineer Allegra Hutton is called upon to remaster Black Halo’s first album, there’s only so much attitude and stubborn refusal to listen to the bands’ wishes he can take before he’s forced to break his self-imposed vow and take her in hand.

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Excerpt from Remastered by Multi-Award-Winner, Madelynne Ellis

“I’ve been broken,” he replied, gently brushing stray threads of hair from her

upturned face. “You might think I’m still broken given the sorts of things I like.”

“What kind of things?” She wished he’d be plainer spoken instead of so cryptic.

Spook moved his hand from her temple and instead splayed it across the front of her

throat. Alle’s breath immediately hitched. She felt vulnerable with his palm covering her

windpipe and his thumb and forefinger tucked against the ridge of her jaw, but at the same

time, arousal bloomed inside of her, leaving her breasts feeling heavy and a mellow throb

drumming between her thighs.

“Do you like pain, Alle? I do, I enjoy inflicting it. I like seeing women tied up. I like

photographing their skin when it’s been reddened by numerous smacks.”

Dear God, had he really said that? Her mouth turned dry. It wasn’t what she’d

expected. Hoped for, yes, but never anticipated.

“I like to wrap the strap from my guitar around their wrists and bind their hands

behind their backs.”

She could picture him doing that to her, winding the long strap round and round,

and then up between both hands. She’d be naked at the time, and on her knees, and oh so

dreadfully aware of what came next.

“Do that to me,” she blurted.

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Three Secrets by New York Times and USA Today bestseller Opal Carew

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Today, I get the chance to feature myself! New York Times Bestselling Erotic Romance Author, Opal Carew, (that’s me! :-D) and my deliciously revealing story from the Mastered Box Set, Three Secrets.

Keeping one secret is intriguing.Two is naughty.Three…deserves to be punished. #Mastered#DomSub#BDSM

 

 

 

Sharing secrets has never been so exhilarating…

Nicole & Abel were the picture perfect story of love; meeting and falling for one another in the most romantic city on Earth, Paris. But Nicole has a secret, a secret of leather and lace, but she is fears that her private lifestyle may drive Abel away… but he’s kept a few secrets from her as well….

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Excerpt from Three Secrets by New York Times and USA Today bestseller, Opal Carew

“Hello, Mistress.”

Her breath caught at the sight of Abel, wearing only tight, black briefs, standing against a

stripper pole, his hands behind his back. She glanced to the ceiling and saw that it was one of the

portable poles held in place with pressure rather than being bolted to the floor and ceiling.

“Hello. What’s this all about?”

“I told you I have a secret, and once I tell you what it is, I think you’ll want to punish me.”

Excitement skittered through her. Thoughts of punishing him in all kinds of ways raced

through her brain. Did this mean he accepted her lifestyle?

She stepped into the room, wishing she’d worn something black and leather. She walked

around behind him and excitement danced through her at the sight of his wrists fastened together

around the pole with handcuffs.

She suppressed a smile.

“If I’m going to punish you, I’ll need tools. I don’t want to hurt my hand spanking that tight

ass of yours.” She glanced around, wondering what she could make use of in the room. There

was a dining room in the suite, but not a kitchen, which might have had a wooden spoon.

“Yes, Mistress. If you look in the drawer by the TV you’ll see I brought some things.”

She walked to the drawer and opened it. Inside was a selection of floggers, a wooden paddle,

and a riding crop. She picked up the crop and ran her fingers over the heart-shaped leather on

the tip. She would love to use this and leave red, heart shapes all over his sexy ass, but it would

be too much for their first time. Instead, she picked up the soft, baby-blue suede flogger and

placed it on top of the dresser. There were also garments in the drawer. She picked up one of

the black leather straps and lifted it. It was a harness that would cover very little of her body, but

had a triangle of leather over the crotch and a strip to cover each breast. There were also black

spike heels. She checked and they were her size.

She grasped the harness and walked in front of him, then held it up. “Do you expect me to

wear this?” she demanded sternly.

He bowed his head. “Only if it pleases you, Mistress.”

She allowed a slow smile to spread across her face. “It does.”

She went back to the drawer and grabbed the shoes and flogger, then strode from the room

to the change room by the front door and flung off her clothes, then pulled on the sexy harness

and high heels. She returned to the living area with the flogger in her hand, feeling every bit the

Dominatrix.

His gaze locked on her and his dark blue eyes grew heated. She could see the black fabric of

his briefs grow tight over his bulge.

She pretended to pay attention to the flogger, enjoying a few seconds of his admiration, then

glanced at him.

“Eyes down,” she commanded.

He complied and she walked closer.

“Did you like what you saw?” she asked as she walked around him, taking in the sexy

sight of his big, muscular body. Knowing he was ready to obey her every command sent heat

simmering through her.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good. You may raise your eyes again.”

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He gazed at her, excitement glimmering in his eyes. She pressed the end of the flogger

lightly against his stomach, then dragged it upward, the long strands dragging along his torso.

“You said you have a secret. What is it?”

He hesitated and she narrowed her eyes. “When I give you a command, I expect you to

comply immediately. Understand?”

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