Book Releases

Release Day for Sentenced!

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Well, after a few fits and starts, it’s finally the release day for my newest novel—Sentenced: A Dark Doctor Romance! And it’s almost eight years to the day of when I published my first novel…also with a doctor involved. 😉 Given that I thought my writing career was over, this seems like the perfect way to christen my return. Thanks for sharing this moment with me, folks! 🥰

Sentenced is available now on Amazon for purchase and on Kindle Unlimited, so go have a read and let me know what you think! (As the book becomes available on other platforms, I will update this post with those links—thanks for your patience as these go live.)

Happy reading and have a wonderful weekend, all! 🙂

Blurb:

When Leila Jones provokes New Cascadia’s dystopian government, the defiant young woman is sentenced to a deeply, intimately humiliating “reprogramming” at a special medical facility.

Her rehabilitation begins with Leila red-bottomed and gagged to deal with her sharp tongue, but the real treatment doesn’t start until she’s been stripped fully bare and tightly strapped down.

Spread open and helpless to interfere as her naked body is teased, tormented, and thoroughly, clinically mastered by the handsome doctor assigned to her case, Leila wonders how long it will be until she breaks and begs him shamefully to show her what it means to come like a bad girl.

But the more she makes him wait, the rougher it will be when he finally claims her.

Publisher’s Note:Sentenced includes sexual scenes, spankings, and extensive medical play. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Best Laid Plans…

/ Jaye Elise / 4 Comments

Well, folks, tomorrow I was supposed to be announcing the release of my new novel—Sentenced: A Dark Doctor Romance—but my publisher and I have decided to push it back by two weeks. Honestly, I’d rather get it right than rush it, but I was getting pretty excited to share Jens and Leila with you! But they’ll be with us soon enough, I suppose.

So until May 2, I guess I’ll have to come up with some other scintillating, scandalous smut to share with you, hmm? 🔥😈 Let’s see what I can cook up…

Sentenced to the Doctor – Excerpt #3

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Sentenced to the Doctor is set to come out NEXT WEEK (Friday, April 18)! For our final excerpt, Leila considers her changing circumstances, some new punishments she’s experienced (what the hell is “The Saddle? 😉 ), and how she might be able to endure her ongoing sentence at Repro 629.

Jolting herself awake from a nightmare she could barely remember, Leila found herself back in her cell, hands chained to the wall, wrapped in a blanket and a new set of scrubs, body aching from overexertion, and in desperate need of an orgasm. And the disc on her throbbing clit was still in place. Since arriving at Repro 629, this certainly wasn’t her first night in these circumstances. But something had shifted. 

Since her sentencing, she’d been resolved to resist as much as possible. And her hatred for the Republic was more firmly entrenched than ever. But now Jens was opening her up to a world of experiences, sensations, and feelings she struggled to understand. After each session, he left her skin tingling, her passion roaring, and her senses maddeningly overwhelmed. She’d never met anyone who could read her so perfectly. And it had nothing to do with the myriad instruments and readouts from her time in The Chair. 

His mastery of her body had begun on day one, but his mastery of her soul and her mischievous spirit had been deliciously stealthy and slow-burning. She now found herself craving everything that he could offer her. The pleasure, the pain, the spankings, the discipline, the bondage, the care, the concern…the kindness. After her stint in The Saddle and his gentle treatment when she couldn’t withstand anymore, she envisioned herself curling up in his lap any time she needed support. He’d become her source of discipline and comfort. 

And she wanted both.

Leila and Jens arrive in Sentenced to the Doctor next Friday—I’ll share buy links as they go live!

Sentenced to the Doctor – Excerpt #2

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Sentenced to the Doctor is set to come out on April 18, and I’m thrilled to get to share with you! Each week, as we get closer to the big day, I plan on sharing an excerpt with you to whet your appetite a bit.

In this week’s excerpt, Leila has earned herself a(nother) punishment at Jens’s hand. And Jens is giving her the correction she needs, while also navigating his complicated feelings for her and their situation.

If he lusted after her yesterday, today he was positively salivating. And the sight of her exposed ass, trembling but ready to take his special brand of discipline, forced him to stifle a rumble from deep within his chest. Keeping his left hand pressed down on the middle of her back, he cupped one of her cheeks and squeezed it before doing the same to the other. 

“Remember this is all about choices. And today you’ve chosen to have me punish this beautiful ass of yours.” Her gagged groan resonated throughout her body, and she wriggled beneath him. According to the console, her responses were off the charts. And she was about to get exactly what she was hoping for.

He landed the first spank at the join of her thighs and ass, and he marveled at how just one of his hands could cover so much of her exposed flesh. So tiny, yet so tough, she absorbed the blow with only the smallest grunt. With her head turned to the side, he could meet her eyes before the next spank, and he saw the deep need within them. And as he laid into her tight bottom, tattooing her cheeks with a couple more sharp, measured blows, he spoke to that need. 

“You’re so incredibly strong. And you’re taking your spanking so well,” he murmured, caressing and soothing the pink palm prints he’d left on her. After two more cracks against the backs of her thighs, he got to the heart of the matter. “Tell me. Have you ever wondered what it would feel like not to have to fight all the time? To let yourself be taken care of? To channel your strength in another way? To not have to act out in order to be seen?”

She turned her head to avoid his gaze, but her trembling body betrayed her. The spanking was resonating with her on a deeper level than any other punitive measures had. If he wasn’t quite connecting with her, he had at least given her food for thought. 

“Just a few more and then it’s time for your first session, Leila.”

She didn’t stir, she didn’t struggle, she didn’t complain. With a nearly imperceptible whitening of her knuckles, she tightened her grip and he worked on finishing the job he’d started, one that he both relished and regretted. While he loved disciplining his defiant little subject and suspected that she enjoyed it as well, he wished the two of them could be anywhere other than a government-sanctioned penal installation. If his Leila needed to be disciplined, then he wanted to be the one to do the disciplining. He didn’t want to be the arm of the government body mandating her punishment. It was a subtle distinction, but it made a world of difference to Jens and his dominant sensibilities. 

I hope you enjoyed that as much as I enjoyed writing and sharing it!

Sentenced to the Doctor – Excerpt #1

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Sentenced to the Doctor is set to come out on April 18, and I’m thrilled to get to share with you! Each week, as we get closer to the big day, I plan on sharing an excerpt with you to whet your appetite a bit.

In this week’s excerpt, we get a glimpse of Leila Jones’s first session with Dr. Jens Kelly at Reprogramming Center 629. She’s strapped into The Chair and getting her first taste of what her punishment will be like. Unfortunately, her mouthiness has already earned her a gag, so she’ll have to be the silent, suffering type for the time being.

Poor, poor Leila… 😉

Leila couldn’t remember a time when she had felt more exposed and overloaded. Spanked, probed, cleansed, clamped, restrained, and gagged, she tried to grapple with how much her circumstances had changed in such a short amount of time. And she was losing the battle. 

“I can see you’re struggling with this, Leila,” Jens murmured as he stroked her forehead. “You don’t want to like it, but despite your best efforts, you do. And I want to make you feel good, want to give you a taste of how nice it can feel to cooperate and to accept your treatment.” 

She tried, yet again, to pull away, not ready to admit what they both already knew. The readings from all the probes and sensors were clear as day. She was enjoying his treatment.

“If you want to keep on fighting this, by all means, that’s your prerogative,” he whispered, running his gloved fingertips down her neck, across her collarbone, and over her clamped nipple. “But how about we make a little deal?”

“Deal?” she asked, though it came out as a grunt through the gag. Leila found herself more than a little curious about why someone in his position, someone holding all the power, would be interested in negotiating with her.

“That’s right, a deal,” he said, a smile lacing his voice.

It would’ve been so easy for him to be menacing, to threaten her with his size and strength, but his voice was soft, coaxing, and friendly. Leila felt herself becoming seduced by her handsome doctor and decided to hear him out. As if she had a choice.

“I need you to climax for me in order to get a measured response posted to your record. As with everything else we do in here, I’ll use that information in your ongoing treatment program. Now, one way or another, I’m getting that reading. If you play nice and give me an orgasm, you’ll have the rest of the day off to take a shower and relax in your room. But if you keep fighting this, I can promise you won’t get a moment’s rest until you surrender.” 

Friendly, authoritative, and gorgeous. It was a lethal combination Leila had never encountered before. When her eyes locked with his and registered his patience and concern for her, she nodded her assent. She’d give him what he wanted. And she’d be fooling herself if she acted as if she didn’t want it, too. Badly.

“That’s my good girl.”

Her pussy and anus tightened around the probes, registering on the console, betraying her body and soul, and giving him scientific proof of how much she loved his praise, how much she loved being a good girl for him. He made a few annotations and tapped a couple of commands into the tablet. The sensations vibrating through her core intensified and her hips rocked and humped the probes, desperate to gain some leverage and get the penetration she craved.

Dr. Kelly, smiling at her from between her legs, seated the probes more deeply and locked them in position, filling her just to the edge of pain. He then grabbed yet another, smaller implement from the tray. “Ready to give me what I want from you, Leila?”

She nodded quickly, desperate for release. He ran his gloved hand across her inner thigh as he touched a vibrating, stylus-like device to her straining clit. As the console beeped frantically in the background, an audible reflection of her imminent release, she bucked and screamed into the gag as he ran the device in circles around her taut bud. “That’s it. Let go for me. Let this happen, Leila. Give me your orgasm,” he encouraged her.

The whole session came to a head within moments—the spanking, the nudity, the defiance, the gag, the comfort, the fear, the exam, the restraints, Jens —and she gave herself over to the climax. A searing light of absolute pleasure flooded her body, pulling in from her extremities and coursing through her, causing her to tremble against every restraint holding her in place. Leila begged for it to end, begged for it to continue, begged for it to wipe away the pain and darkness inside her. 

I hope you enjoyed that as much as I enjoyed writing and sharing it!

Release Date Set!

/ Jaye Elise / 6 Comments

Mmmm…damn. I put one of those hot button words in the title, didn’t I? Well, it was worth it! 

I just found out the release date for my next novel! On April 18, Sentenced to the Doctor will be published and live, and I can’t wait to share it with you! Although, I also admit to being a little nervous, too. 

Not only will this will be my first publication in seven years, but it’s also a little bit of a departure for me. Oh, fear not, there’s a feisty heroine, a firm-handed hero, and plenty of D/s goodness to constitute a great one-handed read. But Sentenced to the Doctor also layers in some futuristic/post-apocalyptic elements that are new to me. I’ll be interested to hear what you think!

I’ll include a blurb below, and I’ll be sure to share some teasers and excerpts over the coming weeks!

Hundreds of years in the future, in the repressive, post-nuclear Republic of New Cascadia, Leila Jones, a defiant foot soldier in the resistance and a closet submissive, is on a one-woman mission to fight the system any way she can. When she gets caught defiling a public building, her third offense, she’s remanded to a state-sanctioned Reprogramming Facility. Her sentence is three months in The Chair, a device designed to pleasure convicted criminals into making the right choices.

Dr. Jens Kelly, a counselor at Reprogramming Facility 629 and a man with secrets, is determined to guide and support all the prisoners with whom he works. When he comes up against Leila and her willful noncompliance, he’s going to have to tap into his dominant nature, some good old-fashioned spankings, and all of the naughty devices embedded in the Chair to give her the correction she needs.

But as they begin to fall in love, will they be able to trust each other long enough in order to escape the grasp of The Republic?

Book Release: Hostile Spankover!

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Hostile Spankover - CoverSo, my newest release with Jack Crosby—Hostile Spankover!—answers the question, “What happens when a couple of authors with similar (somewhat juvenile) senses of humor and a shared love for erotica and the movie Die Hard dare each other to write the craziest, most outlandish smut novel in the history of ever?”

I mean, we’ve all asked that question. Right??

Simply put, Jack and I were on a crazy writing spree at the end of last year. Punch drunk from late nights spent writing and a few too many bacon benders, we started talking about how most erotica seemed to take itself too seriously. But what about those readers who love a nice one-handed read and who also enjoy some serious laughs with their naughtiness?

On that fateful day, Hostile Spankover! was born. For those of you who may be used to our other collaborations—Rules of the Wild and Running Wild—please note that Hostile Spankover! is a major departure from our typical style. This one isn’t for everyone. And we’re cool with that.

You’ve been warned. 😉

Please enjoy this blurb and an excerpt from the ballsiest smut novel you’ll ever lay your hands on!

I give you….Hostile Spankover!

Bond. Bourne. McClane. Stryker?

Special Agent Gabriel Stryker has a penchant for packing heat, thwarting his enemies, and dropping awful puns. And not necessarily in that order. When an international weapons dealer sets his sights on pulling a major job in New York City on New Year’s Eve, it’s up to Stryker to get to the bottom of his nefarious plan before the clock strykes zero.

With the help of his not-so-ex-girlfriend and intrepid, acid-tongued reporter, Vikki Phoenix, Stryker will need to call on every last bit of awesomeness–and the occasional spanking–to keep Vikki on the straight and narrow and out of harm’s way. Get in on the action as the FBI, the CIA, and a host of the wildest characters ever to grace the pages of a one-handed read join forces to maintain law and order in a city on the verge of going to hell in a hand basket.

To make a long story short, this ain’t your typical “wink wink” read. Consider yourself warned.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains terrible puns, two ridiculous main characters who totally deserve each other, a lot of the hot n’ heavies, and a poor soul whose name is not Manny but that’s tragically what we’ll all remember him by. Reader discretion is advised.

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Excerpt:

Back at the station, I scrolled through all the police reports and the articles the major papers had released over the past day about the incident at the café. Most of what I found were weak-ass regurgitations of the same story I’d scooped not even eighteen hours ago.

The sketchy details remained the same. Apparent contract hit. Eurotrash dipshits of unknown origins. Both presumably shot and killed by the very targets they’d been sent to kill. A shitload of glass and freaked out customers left in the wake of the incident. And, if I’d really seen what I thought I saw while on site, what was Stryker doing there? And what was I going to do about it if it was him?

But first things first…

Work the problem, Vik. Trace it back and work it, I talked myself up, taking a sip of the mud in a mug that the station insisted was coffee. Wincing after witnessing the parting of the oil slick resting atop the viscous liquid, I swallowed the vile brew and ran my fingers through my hair. The adrenaline I’d been coasting on had long since waned and I just needed a solid hit of caffeine to jolt me back into action.

Christ, what I wouldn’t give for some nice imported Ethiopian or Costa Rican beans. Hell, I’d even drink that fancy Asian cat shit coffee right about now.

Holy hell. Wait a second. That’s the angle I needed to pursue. These guys weren’t from the States and they would’ve had to come through border control at some point.  Snagging my phone, I ran through my contacts until I found the name I was looking for. J. Jeffrey – Immigration and Customs.

Girding my loins and gearing up for the performance of my life, I dialed him. The phone barely rang once before he picked up.

“H-hello? Vikki? Is that you?” If I didn’t know we were the exact same age—we’d graduated from high school in the same class—based on the cracking in his voice, I would’ve pegged Jeffrey as a pubescent teenager.

“Oh, Jeffrey Jeffrey Jeffrey…” The worst part of my opening gambit was that repeating his name oh-so-seductively wasn’t a rhetorical ploy. The poor son of bitch was actually named Jeffrey Jeffrey Jeffrey. Needless to say, his parents were total dicks. “Yeah, it’s me, buddy. Long time, no talk to, huh?”

“Um, yeah, Vikki. So, what do you need this time?” The best part about Jeff Cubed was that he knew when to get down to brass tacks. The only possible reason I’d be calling him would be to pump him for information, so why beat around the bush with the whole “what’ve you been up to lately” crap?

“You hear about the guys who got popped at that café in Midtown yesterday? They’re not from the States and I was hoping you might be able to work some of your magic to see if we could get some identifications on them?”

“Oh, yeah. I saw your report on the news last night…you looked great, by the way,” he murmured, the breath catching nervously in his throat.

“Aw, thanks, Jeff. So,” I refocused on the task at hand, “think you might be able to get me something on these guys?”

“Um, yeah. Sure. I can try. Are you, uh, are you still offering the same, uh, deal as before?”

“Oh, Jeffrey, aren’t you the naughty one? If it works for you, it works for me, big guy.” Pro tip: it never hurt to call a man who barely measured up to your chin “big guy.” First off, it was sure to grease the wheels and get a faster response. Plus, based on some high school rumors, apparently our dark horse Mister Thrice Jeffrey was packing some heat in those off-brand polyester slacks of his.

“Yeah, give me a few and let me see what I can dig up for you. I’ll call you in a bit, okay?”

“Sounds great, Jeff. And thanks. Thanks a lot,” I replied, my tone finally indicating my gratefulness to my old classmate.

After hanging up, I had a little time to kill and nobody to put on blast for the moment. Given how exhausted I was, a few minutes strolling down memory lane couldn’t hurt, right? I popped open the cache of photos on my phone and thumbed through until I got to a batch from a few years back. And there he was.

Gabriel Stryker, in all his drool-worthy glory. I might’ve been the sexy darling of nighttime news in this city, but Gabe was the gritty, ripped, hot-as-shit god of sex that kept this darling in line. We were one of those couples that was so goddamned good-looking, we would probably have been doomed to have the world’s ugliest kids, just on principle.

Even though the memories hurt—nobody liked getting spurned for a badge—it didn’t mean I couldn’t be self-indulgent for a moment. And Christ, was he decadence itself. Gabe wrapping his arms around me from behind. Kissing my neck as I took a selfie. Running his bearded chin along my temple as we skated at Rockefeller Center. Sipping champagne together at dozens of brunches and dinners. Screwing my brains out in an ill-advised, blurry, naked action shot.

Reckless or not, I was glad I hadn’t deleted that last one. It was all the proof I needed that what we’d had was real. And that there was a time when there was a man in my life strong enough to take me in hand and make me his. To burn me to the ground with the intensity of his love and to help me rise up from the ashes.

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Release Day for Running Wild!

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Hello all!

Well, the big day is finally here! Please allow me to introduce Rudolf Wyatt, the hero of Jack Crosby’s and my newest release, Running Wild! This stand-alone sequel to Rules of the Wild follows the story of Rudolf (Tobias Wyatt’s younger, more impulsive brother) and Jordyn Maxwell, both professional mushers in the world of sled dog racing that have been hand-selected as two of ten total contestants to compete in this year’s Chimney Run 600 race from North Pole, Alaska down to Anchorage.

Before I share a quick blurb with you and then run out to celebrate, please allow me to thank my astoundingly talented co-author, Jack Crosby, and our outstanding publisher, Stormy Night Publications!

Be sure to grab your copy of Running Wild today and let Rudolf Wyatt help melt away those winter blues!!!

Blurb:

When former Olympian Jordyn Maxwell is selected to participate in the most grueling sled dog race in Alaska, a six-hundred-mile ordeal that puts even the most experienced mushers to the test, she is determined to prove herself and bring home the top prize. But the competition will be fierce.

Though she expected the long, difficult journey across the frozen wilderness to be a lonely affair, Jordyn quickly forms a bond with handsome fellow racer Rudolf Wyatt. But when she puts her safety at risk with her reckless behavior, Jordyn is shocked by Wyatt’s willingness to take her over his knee for a humiliating spanking on her bare bottom, and as the race continues she finds herself with blushing cheeks and a burning backside on several more occasions.

Wyatt’s bold dominance and stern correction leave Jordyn intensely aroused, and when he takes her in his arms and claims her hard and thoroughly it is unlike anything she has experienced before. But will their passion survive the trials of this harsh land and the scheming of someone who seems intent on keeping either of them from crossing the finish line alive?

Publisher’s Note: Running Wild is a stand-alone book which is the second entry in the Wild Alaska series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

P.S. Did I mention that this one has puppies in it?

P.P.S. Yes, puppies!!! 🙂

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Sexy Excerpt from Running Wild, My Upcoming Release with Jack Crosby!

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Musher w. Team and MountainsHello all!

This Saturday, Stormy Night Publications will release my fifth novel (and second collaboration with the incomparable Jack Crosby)—I couldn’t be more excited! Running Wild—a standalone follow-up to Rules of the Wild— is the second novel in our Alaskan series and this one takes our readers even deeper into the harsh landscape of the Alaskan interior.

Running Wild features Rudolf Wyatt, Tobias’s younger, more impulsive (yet equally firm-handed) brother, and Jordyn Maxwell, a former biathlete and Olympic hopeful. Rudolf and Jordyn are two of ten contestants in the infamous Chimney Run 600 Sled Dog Race.

And they can’t stand each other.

While navigating one of the toughest, most treacherous courses of the mushing circuit—running from North Pole, Alaska to Anchorage—Jordyn and Rudolf will have to find a way to work together to fight the challenging course, the elements, and someone seemingly determined to ensure they don’t reach the finish line. From enemies to lovers to competitors, will they be able to defy the odds and learn to trust each other once they’re thrust into some of the most grueling conditions they’ve ever encountered?

Here’s a nice, steamy excerpt to whet your naughty appetite… Enjoy! 😉

When you’re used to being the best at whatever you set your mind to, sometimes it takes a strong hand to remind you that you can’t do everything. You can’t take the whole world on your shoulders. You can’t make it through this life on your own.

I was starting to suspect that Wyatt was the strong hand I needed. And as I stared into his gray eyes and ran my hand along his scruffy cheek and up through his crazy mop of hair, a subtle shift in body position let me know that Wyatt was thinking the same thing.

Trailing my hand down the defined line bisecting his pecs and torso, guided only by touch as we were under the covers, I let my fingers come to rest on the substantial bulge in his boxer briefs. His sharp intake of breath answered my silent question: Do you want this…with me?

With a quick shift of his body, he hovered above me, using his knees to spread my toned thighs as wide as they would go. Supporting his weight with one arm, he reached down and stripped his boxers off, leaving them buried in the sheets. He then began tugging on the bottom of my shirt—his shirt—to bare my entire body to him.

We took our time, even with the feeble amounts of light available to us, to take in the sight of each other’s body. Wyatt was sleek and furry, a natural firmness to each of his muscles and his toned ass. And once I was able to get a full look under the covers, my eyes confirmed what my fingers already suspected.

Rudolf Wyatt had a gorgeous piece—large, somewhat intimidating for a tiny woman like me—but gorgeous. As I licked my lips in anticipation of being filled by him, he broke the silence between us.

“You’re beautiful, little one. Christ, you’re so beautiful.” Leaning down, but careful not to crush me with his weight, he wrapped his arms around me and, after adding “So beautiful and so strong,” pressed his lips to mine.

His mouth was softer than any musher’s had the right to be and he devoured me as if he’d just returned from the racing run of his life. Wyatt clearly didn’t half-ass anything. And I was right there with him. Especially after he’d called me his “little one.”

Tilting my hips against his and trapping his erection between my thighs, I snaked my fingers through his hair, pulling him against me, and darted my tongue between his lips, savoring the taste of him.

Pausing the kiss momentarily, he pulled back, his eyes clouded with lust and awe. “I want to do this, but I don’t want to hurt you, little one.” It was nice to know I wasn’t the only one with reservations about how I’d be able to take his cock.

“I trust you, Rudolf. I trust you and I know you’ll never hurt me. Just please, please let me feel you.”

With a nod and a final stroke along my cheek with the back of his hand, Wyatt shifted to my side and began gathering my wetness with his fingers, trailing it along my slit and circling it around my tight, needy clit. I was so aroused from the spanking and the make-out session, we both understood lubrication wouldn’t be an issue.

Sliding a finger, then two, into my snug pussy, he explored me with an intensity I’d only ever seen in other competitive sportsmen. As I writhed around his digits, he kept my thighs spread, the trimmed thatch of my pubic hair exposed, my body arching into every last twist and pump of his fingers. Latching on to one of my hardened nipples, he pulled it between his teeth, staying just on the pleasurable side of pain before sliding a third finger into me.

“Grab your legs and hold yourself open for me, little one. Hold yourself open and relax.” He got to his knees between my legs, using the droplets of pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock to slide himself, up and down, along my wetness. “Deep breath and let it out for me, Jordyn.”

I did as he commanded—as if I’d been responding to his body and commands for time eternal—and he nudged himself inside me, not relenting until he was fully seated in my pussy. The feral whine he drew from my lips shocked the hell out of me, but the last thing in the world I wanted was for him to stop.

“Please…please, sir, don’t stop,” I pleaded with him.

“Never, Jordyn, never…” Coaxing me to hook my thighs around his midsection, he slid into me, time and time again with long, powerful strokes, taking me, filling me, and breaking me with excruciating precision. And with each downward thrust, as he bottomed out against my sore, sensitive cervix, I released a tiny whimper that propelled him to keep punishing me in the most perfect way possible. The jolting pain quickly morphed to pleasure—much like the spankings I’d taken from him—and I was sucker-punched by an unexpected orgasm.

Grabbing onto the corner of the pillow beneath me, I shoved it in my mouth and bit down, screaming my release into the downy softness.

“That’s my girl,” he grunted as he upped his tempo. “Now, give me another one. I want to feel you come around me as I fill you.”

His words were all the encouragement I needed as I felt my slick pussy constrict around him and milk his cock as he found his release, buried to the hilt in my sated sex.

Barely twenty-four hours ago this man wouldn’t give me the time of day, yet now, as he slid out of me and spooned his slackening body against mine, kissing my ear lobe, cheek, and shoulder before he turned off the lamp, Rudolf Wyatt had just given me the most powerful erotic experience I’d ever known.

This was beyond the competition, beyond the nerves, beyond the typical athletes’ urges.

This was real.

And in just a couple of days, we would be pitted against each other in the Chimney Run.

How were we supposed to deal with that?

We can’t wait to share Running Wild with you, so keep an eye out for our new release coming this Saturday! Also, if you haven’t met Tobias, Rudolf’s taciturn bear of an older brother, allow me to recommend you grab a copy of Rules of the Wild and start off your journey with the Wyatt family with the first title in the series!

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Release Day for Rules of the Wild (and a Romantic Excerpt!)

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My co-author, Jack Crosby, and I are excited to announce the release of our first collaboration, Rules of the Wild—now available on Amazon! And if you think that cover is something else (she says while fanning herself), just wait until you dig in to the pages of this thrilling erotic romance!

Here’s a quick blurb…and then stay tuned for a romantic excerpt guaranteed to leave you a little weak in the knees! 😉

Blurb for Rules of the Wild:

After her father’s gambling addiction finally catches up with him and his debts put her life in danger as well, Emy Forester is forced to go into hiding in Juneau, Alaska. Planning to start a new life, she finds a job at a local pub, and it is there that she first sets eyes on Tobias Wyatt.

Tobias is unlike any man Emy has ever met. The former game warden is as rugged, harsh, and uncompromising as the Alaskan wilderness he calls home. He is the kind of man a woman obeys unless she wants to feel his belt across her bare backside. The thought of belonging to Tobias should terrify her, but instead it leaves Emy’s heart racing and her panties soaked.

When Emy lets her curiosity get the better of her and flirts with Tobias one time too many, she ends up spanked until she is sobbing. Despite her blushing cheeks and sore bottom, however, his rough, dominant lovemaking proves more satisfying than she would have thought possible, and an intense, passionate romance quickly ignites between them.

Over the coming weeks, Tobias sets out to teach Emy the proper respect for the dangers of this wild, untamed land. But the men who killed her father haven’t stopped looking for her. When Tobias learns that Emy has been lying to him about her identity, will it destroy the bond they’ve built together, or will he forgive her deception and take it upon himself to protect her?

Publisher’s Note: Rules of the Wild includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt from Rules of the Wild:

“Come here, Emy.”

His voice called to me from the doorway to the bedroom. I obeyed him, as I’d done since the very beginning, and was greeted by a turned-down king bed and a couple of beeswax candles glowing on the nightstands. I curled my softness against his broad body. As he pulled me to him, I picked up on his masculine scent—motor oil, wood smoke, and hard work—and my legs rubbed together instinctually. His calloused fingers clasped my chin and tilted my head back, and his eyes looked nearly black in the shadows. But as the dancing flames flickered and reflected in his gaze, I saw his need. And felt it in kind.

Yet while my body and soul craved him, my mind refused to toe the line. I was living a lie and he was falling in love with a woman who didn’t exist. On the run, in massive debt to some of the shittiest people on the face of the planet, and all alone in the world, I had no right to feel this happiness, to enjoy the comfort of just being. Of just being with him.

Thankfully, he took control of the situation before I made any foolish attempts at pushing him away. Leaning into me and wrapping a fist in my hair, he claimed my mouth as his, communicating more than any stale, rambling monologue ever could. Who needed words when you could kiss like that?

I melted into his embrace as he tugged my lower lip between his teeth and ran his tongue just inside the edge of my mouth, exploring me and learning how I responded to him. I knew what he was doing. He was seeking out my tells. The hidden bits of information that would grant him further access to my body and soul. But while most men tried to find my hot buttons as quickly as possible so they could get their own pushed sooner rather than later, I understood that Tobias wasn’t most men. Far from it. He was finding out how I responded for the pure pleasure of making me feel warm, cherished, and protected.

And this kiss was hitting the mark.

If you’re looking for the perfect book to keep you warm on a long winter’s night, we hope you decide to give Rules of the Wild (and the oh-so-delicious Tobias Wyatt) a shot!

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