Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Casey's Warriors by Ann Mayburn

Casey's Warriors ~ Ann Mayburn
Adar has searched more than a lifetime to find his bondmate—the one woman he was born to love and the only woman who can save him from the approaching madness that threatens all unbonded males of his race. When a wormhole opens from his galaxy to Earth and the women who could hold their future, Lorn will do all in his power to not only find his mate, but show her a Universe she never knew existed. 

Casey Westfall’s normal life changed forever when she finds the sexy leather clad man on her doorstep. One innocent kiss leads to an adventure that will span worlds and Casey will have to choose between the man who is the other half of her soul and never seeing her family or her world again. To complicate matters Kadothians live in polyamerous family units and Lorn will have to convince his Earth bride to accept not only his love, but the love of his best friend and brothers in arms or risk the chance of losing them to either the madness or the Hive—the race of sociopathic women bent on destroying and enslaving everything in their path, but Casey can’t see loving more than one man as being anything other than a sin. Lorn will have to teach his bride that she was created for both of them just as they were created only for her. 

In a Universe where all is possible, the battle to protect not only his people, but his heart rests on the soul of a human woman who must face the unknown and take a leap of faith that could save or destroy them all.

Author Bio:
Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of   West Virginia. In her past lives she's been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist,   a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan   Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she   will deny to her children that it ever happened.
From a young age she's been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that   often  was the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she   discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless   stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she's never looked back.
Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her 'sexy space' and has learned to type one handed while soothing a cranky baby.
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Excerpt #1 Nice ;)
When her gaze strayed down his face to his exposed chest her arousal deepened, making him desperate to seduce her. Throttling back his lust was difficult, but he had to take things slowly with his little Earth woman. Mary, Matriarch of the Scout who had spoken before the council, had lectured the Warriors going to Earth on how to seduce human women. She’d urged them to take things as slow as they could, not to rush it for fear of scaring away their bride. If they proclaimed their undying love for a woman the moment they met her, an Earth female would consider them mentally deficient, no matter how true it was.

“You have the softest skin,” he said in a voice barely above a growl.

She blinked up at him and her scent cooled a touch. “Um, thanks.”

With that, she stepped away from him, and he tried to figure out why complimenting her would repulse rather than attract. Did the women of this planet not enjoy hearing how they affected a man? Did they not want their mate to appreciate them? He needed to get her mind back on her attraction to him.

Gently clasping her hand he pulled it down his cheek, over his neck, and to his chest, letting it rest over the heart that now belonged to her. “See, my skin is much tougher than yours.”

She stared at where her small hand rested above his heart and he looked down as well, enjoying the contrast of her creamy skin against his own dark bronze tone. “Do you get spray tanned?”

The immediate flush that went from her neck to her hairline made him grin. “What is that?”

“I’m not sure what the word would be in your language. It’s like a thing people do to make their skin darker.” She glanced up into his eyes then back to her palm on his chest again. “Usually you only find your hair and eye color on really pale people.”

His little bride was far too observant. “This is the way I was born, Casey. No artificial enhancements.”

Well that wasn’t entirely true. He had plenty of enhancements that heightened his sight, his hearing, his strength, and his endurance. All things a Warrior needed to survive. There were also small crystal chips embedded in his brain that allowed him to boost his psychic powers and connect with his men over long distances. Right now he was in contact with his friend Cormac who waited near Casey’s house in case he was needed.

She bit her pretty pink lower lip when he began to gently caress her hand. “Wow, you sure lucked out in the genetic lottery.”

It took him a moment to process her words and he smiled. “You find me attractive?”

Her response came out in a whisper. “Very.”

Both his pride and his cock hardened further at her response, the ultra-sensitive nerves of the pleasure ridges swelling along his shaft. “I find you very attractive as well.”

Once again she seemed to find his compliment offensive and tried to pull her hand away from his chest. “Don’t bullshit me.”

Utterly baffled he stared down at her. “Why would I make a bull shit on you?”

She gaped up at him, then giggled. “Sorry, it’s a slang saying in America. It means don’t lie to me.”

He dropped to his knees, their height difference putting her only slightly taller than him. He wanted to look her in the eyes, begging her to see his sincerity even if she couldn’t feel it. The darkness of her gaze grew and at this level the perfume of her nectar was even stronger, making him tremble slightly with the roaring need to bury his face between her thighs and tongue her to her release. The generous pillows of her breasts called to him and he marveled that someone so small had such abundance. Even though his conscious mind knew she wasn’t in heat, his body demanded he take her, now, that he satisfy her every need.

“Casey, I will never lie to you.” He inwardly flinched at the thought that he was lying to her right now about who he was, but he pressed on. “You are beautiful. Where I come from men would fight to the death for the honor of your smile.”

She let out a slow breath, the scent of a healthy, fertile female filling him like the first rain over the desert of Valdoon. “Where the hell are you from?”

“Someplace far away.”

“No shit. Wherever it is, I know about a million women that would like to go there for vacation.”

The irony of her statement wasn’t lost on him, and he smiled, enjoying the way her gaze kept straying to his mouth. Moving slowly, he placed his hands on her hips, resisting the urge to squeeze. Mary had said Earth women were self-conscious of their natural softness, that having body fat was considered unattractive and how they wouldn’t understand a Kadothian male’s intense pleasure at grasping them where they are the most feminine. Like Casey’s beautiful rounded belly and generous thighs. Just the thought of her lying on his chest, nestling his cock against her giving flesh, had him fighting with everything he had not to rush her.

She tilted her head to the side and examined him. “You have the strangest eyes.”

“What do you mean?”

“They…kind of change color. I mean, I know that eye color can change depending on the lighting and the clothes you wear, but yours…” She reached out and touched his face again, filling him with elation, “they go from aquamarine to an almost navy blue.”

He turned his head slightly and brushed his lips over the tender skin of her forearm. Her response was an immediate and maddening rush of desire. For the briefest of moments the psychic shields around her softened and he read the desire, confusion, doubt, and hope spinning through her. Wanting to heighten her arousal, he removed one hand from her hip and grasped her arm, moving her hand so he could gently nibble on her inner wrist. While she was unaware of the significance of the act he rejoiced that his bride offered such a vulnerable part of her body to him so freely.

“What are you doing?” she asked in a whisper-soft voice.

“Tasting you.”


“Because you are delicious.”


After a few moments of caressing her skin with his tongue and teeth she made a soft moaning noise. Worried he’d hurt her, he looked up and found her watching him with half-closed eyes, giving him a look so damned arousing that he had to choke back a growl. Human males didn’t growl and they certainly didn’t howl their joy at claiming their bride.

Unable to fight off his primal urges any longer, he looked up at her. “Kiss me, Casey.”

The dart of her tongue wetting her lips had his erection pressing against his pants. She began to lean down slowly and he bit the inside of his lip, allowing his blood to flow and fill his mouth. Only a drop or two was needed to start the hormonal chain reaction, but he wanted to do everything he could to connect Casey to him because his soul already belonged to her. Bonding ceremony or not, this young Earth female was his Matriarch.

She hesitated right before their lips met, close enough that they inhaled and exhaled each other’s air.

Desperate at the thought she might reject him, he did the unthinkable for a Warrior. He begged her. “Please, Casey, please kiss me.”

A moment later their lips met and elation filled him.

Soft, giving, gentle, her lips explored his as he kissed her back, not seeking entrance yet, determined to give her the kind of kiss that she deserved. Their noses rubbed together as she changed the angle of her mouth, the sweet scent of her desire enveloping him and making his whole body tense with need. He wanted to devour her, to taste every part of her flesh, to make her climax until she fell into an exhausted sleep, but those were later stages in the courting ritual. Right now he lost himself in the glory of her maddeningly hesitant touch.

With a soft moan she parted her lips for him and he took advantage of her surrender with a growl he couldn’t stop. She tensed but before she could pull away he stroked his tongue against hers, sharing his blood with her, marking her as belonging to him. Soon her scent would change, merging with his so every male knew she had been claimed as his bride, his beautiful Casey Westfall, soon to be Matriarch of House Westfall and his alyah, his beloved and the future bride of his blood brother, the Lord of Life willing.

The sensation of her fingers stroking through his hair as they kissed sent pleasure spinning through his nervous system until he had her clasped against him as tightly as he could, her large and tempting breasts pressing into him and driving his desire higher until it was an inferno of need. She tasted so damn good, like the essence of joy, and he finally understood why Kadothian males considered finding their bondmate life’s ultimate pleasure. He’d listened to their tales, had been taught what would happen, but nothing had prepared him for this. Soon she was tugging on his hair and kissing him harder, rubbing her body against his in a silent plea for him to ease her need as her nectar spilled from her sweet body.

He wanted to take her, over and over again, but if he did he would lose his chance to bring her back with him, to have a full bonding witnessed by his people. Once she fully transformed he could plunge his shaft into her willing body, but until then he would have to be satisfied with this one stolen moment.

Tongues stroking together, they kissed for what seemed like a lifetime, tasting each other and burning hotter until Lorn was desperate to mate her.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he leapt to his feet and tried to put some distance between them, afraid he would soon be unable to control the primal need to make her his in all ways.

Her shocked gasp alerted him to the fact that he’d moved faster than an Earthling could even as he struggled to keep from hauling her decadent body against his.

“Forgive me, Casey.” He quickly sent a message to Cormac on a mental link to come get him, now. “If I keep kissing you, tasting your need, smelling your sweet pussy all wet and waiting for my mouth I will not be able to control myself. I will tear your clothes from your body like an animal and lick every drop of nectar from your body until you scream my name.”

 Excerpt #2 Naughty ^_^

Lorn didn’t even try to hide the hard rush of lust that filled him at the thought of making love to Nast with their alyah watching. His wife had no idea what she was in for, but he couldn’t wait to show her the reason why none of them would ever feel jealous. But first they had to get her to relax and lower her shields all the way so she could fully immerse herself in the moment.

Looking up at Lorn, Nast smiled and a delicious wave of arousal came from Casey. “Let us get her comfortable.”

Together they helped Casey move up and she jerked at her restraints. “Come on, guys, untie me.”

“No,” Lorn said and rubbed his lips over the swell of her breast with the bondmark. “You have no self-control when it comes to pleasure, alyah, and while I love it, we get to torture you a little for scaring us.”

She huffed at them, but a smile played at the corners of her pink, kissable mouth. As if reading his mind Nast leaned over and gave her a soft, tender kiss that left her pleasure-dazed when he pulled back. Having been on the receiving end of one of Nast’s devastatingly gentle kisses Lorn could sympathize with her stunned look. Grabbing the bodice of her robe he swiftly tore it in two while Nast grabbed the sleeve of her robe and ripped it. Together they shredded her clothing from her in violent moves that had her wet and panting by the time she was naked with her robe lying in ruins around her pale body.

Lord of Life, she was beautiful.

Nast gripped his forearm and pulled them down the bed so they were just beyond her tiny feet. With a low growl he held his blood brother to him, enjoying the familiar perfection of the other man’s body. They’d been together so long they knew each other’s pleasures intimately and Lorn put that knowledge to good use, gripping the back of Nast’s neck and drawing him in for a punishing kiss. Fire streaked through their bond from Casey and he silently rejoiced she wasn’t upset about their touching.

Pleasure built hot and fierce in his blood and he slipped his hand beneath the loose band of Nast’s pants, curving his palm around the other man’s hard cock, milking some of that precum which Casey seemed to like so much. Lifting his fingers, now coated with lilac precum, Lorn held his hand to Nast and together they began to lick his fingers clean, their tongues twining and their growls blending together.

Having Casey here watching them had to be one of the most erotic acts of Lorn’s life.

“Holy shit, that’s hot,” their little bride whimpered from where she was propped up at the head of the bed. “I’m going to come from just watching you kiss.”

Satisfaction flowed through Nast, matching Lorn’s pride in pleasing their woman. And she was their woman; it was as plain as the moons in the sky, as true as his love. They were meant to be together and his wife was finally beginning to accept that. The more the men kissed the more her soul opened to Nast until it almost felt as if the other man was already bonded to them. Lorn rejoiced in the sensation of finally almost being completely linked to his blood brother like he’d yearned to be all these years.

Nast grabbed Lorn’s ass and pressed their still covered cocks together as they kissed, grinding against each other while Casey began to moan softly.

“I can feel you,” she marveled. “Both of you. Like you’re touching me.”

Pressing his lips up against Lorn’s ear, Nast whispered, “I want you to take me, then I want Casey.”

The thought of Nast moving over Casey, covering her small frame with his as he worked his cock into her had Lorn close to spilling in his pants. He pulled back with a ragged gasp, straining for control that was quickly stripped away by the sight of Casey rubbing her legs together and squeezing her lush thighs trying to ease the ache of her very wet sex.

“What a pretty pussy,” Nast murmured. “I cannot wait to get my tongue into it.”

“Please,” Casey begged as she strained against her bonds. “Eat me, lick me, make me come, Nast, please.”

“Oh, I will alyah, after I take care of your husband.”

Both men stiffened as Casey’s lust overwhelmed them. It was so strong Lorn had to close his bond the slightest bit before his wife took away all his control. A fine tremor ran through Nast and the need to fuck his blood brother filled Lorn with a vengeance.

“Hands and knees,” Lorn said in a voice barely above an inhuman growl.

Nast, of course, resisted and the men wrestled on the bed. Soon Lorn had Nast pinned and moved enough so Casey could watch him spit down the crack of his blood brother’s ass.

“You’re so fucking dirty,” she whispered. “I love it.”

He gave her a feral grin, flashing his fangs before planting a hand on Nast’s lower back and dipping his head down to kiss along the hard curve of the other man’s buttock. Nast arched with a low moan and Lorn quickly rewarded him by teasing the sensitive rim of his anus, pausing to wet two of his fingers before he slid them into the welcoming heat of his future husband’s body. The feeling of that tight, firm entrance clasping around his fingers was enough to have Lorn finger-fucking the other man fast and hard, eager to open his body enough to accept him.

“Take me,” Nast groaned and got onto his hands and knees, the heavy muscles of his back and shoulders flexing as he looked over at Casey.

She stared back at Nast with a dazed expression and love wove into her lust, throwing them all higher until Lorn was fumbling with the drawstring of his pants before shoving them down enough to free his aching cock. Lorn groaned with the sensation of the cool air on his oversensitive flesh, a sound quickly echoed by his wife and lover. Spreading open the crack of Nast’s ass with one hand, he spit into his other hand and smeared the lubrication over his cock. Once he was positioned at the entrance to his blood brother’s body he looked over at Casey and began to sink in.

With wide eyes she watched avidly at where the men’s bodies joined and spread her legs. The sight of her flushed, wet sex made his mouth water and Nast growled like a beast beneath him. She was so aroused her sex contracted as she unconsciously raised her hips as if she was the one receiving his cock, and in a way she was. As connected to them as she was now she was feeling an edge of the sensations filling both men. The burn of being stretched along with the hard pleasure of pushing a cock into willing, hot flesh. It was so good he had to close his eyes as he eased into his lover until their balls brushed each other.

A hard shudder worked through Nast and he whispered, “Have to close myself off. Need to last. Need to come in her.”

Lorn completely understood and while he mourned the loss of Nast’s emotions it allowed him to concentrate fully on Casey. He let out a snarl as she silently urged him to move with a jerk of her hips. All finesse left him as he drowned in their mutual need, her desires building his own until he felt almost like he was in rut, eager to fuck until he couldn’t fuck anymore. Moving with harsh thrusts of his hips he pounded into Nast, certain of his blood brother’s ability to take him. Nast responded by squeezing with his inner muscles, gripping Lorn’s shaft as tight as a fist. His heart filled with love and he opened his eyes again, looking to Casey, needing to see her pleasure.

She was watching him and wiggling on the bed, her magnificent breasts topped with hard little nipples trembling with her shaky breaths. When their eyes met her love overwhelmed him and he threw his head back, feeling overwhelmed from the pleasure blasting through him. Nast fucked him back, meeting his thrusts until the sound of their flesh slapping together mingled with the low growls spilling from them both. His climax threatened and he fought it, working to prolong this intense pleasure.

“Please, Lorn,” Casey screamed. “Please come. Oh God, I can’t stand it.”

With a roar spilling out of him he did as his wife begged, the first hard blast of his semen coinciding with a shockwave through his bond with his alyah, followed by the warm pleasure of her own orgasm. Her moans drove him crazy as he continued to press himself into Nast, leaning forward so he could hug the other man, to tell him without words how much he loved him, how much he loved them both. When his orgasm stilled at last he pulled gently out of his lover and gave his ass a smack before rolling off the bed on unsteady feet.

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Star Rating Five Stars
   A whole new world, a new race to learn about and love! Woot! Sign me up for the reaping ship please! ^_^  
   Casey's world is torn upside down by 'The Event', her sister is called back from leave due to martial law being insituted, and who cares about college now, right? 
  Meanwhile on a planet light years away, Kadothia, the High Council has discovered that Earth females are compatiable with the men of Kadothia, but can they risk sending them through when the wormhole is likely to close.... Do they dare not send them and risk losing more to the madness that overwhelms them when they are unable to find their Matriarch? 
   Against all odds they decide to go for it....

 Meanwhile a couple of months have gone by and life is pretty much back to 'normal' after 'The Event' and Casey is working at a small grocery when in walks a tall hunk of man (Lorn)  her hormones sky rocket, and she can barely form a coherent thought. 

   What follows after that is definitely worth a re-read a few times, maybe more ^_^ Oh and don't forget your batteries girls, lol! This book is extremely SCORCHING HOTT!!! Ann has created yet another fabulous series and world that I can't say enough good things about, the characters are seriously hot, sexy and oh man do I wish they existed in real life, lol! What's more she also adds in elements that you could so see happening in todays' world, like the martial law being instituted,...man when I read that in the chapter preview she had on her webpage my mind went NEED TO READ!!!!  It grabbed me from the word Go! 
  I absolutely cannot wait to read the next in this series, and to answer the Awesome Domina's question (which book do I want to see next....)I'd have to say Paige and Commander Trenzant, I think their story is going to be a real tissue grabber, not too mention battery operated as well. Lol. 

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Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Release Day Spotlight ~ Grizzly by Bonnie Bliss

Grizzly by Bonnie Bliss

One Alpha shape-shifting bear.
Plus one geeky computer girl.
Equals an explosive mated pairing.

Living her life as a reclusive computer programmer, Sorscha never expected much out of life. That was until the man who had not only ignored her for her whole life—but was hired as her bodyguard—suddenly shifts into a huge, hulking—bear.

Watching over Sorscha has been a pain, right in Tethur’s big, fat—well , you get the point. Suddenly Sorscha’s life is threatened, their deep mutual sexual attraction is exposed, and Tethur reveals he’s a shape-shifting hunk from a world right out of one of Sorscha’s favorite movies.

The unlikely pair are thrust into a world of fantasy, sexual hunger, and mysterious powers. Join Sorscha as she discovers that she is not quite the nobody she thought she was, and after years of trying to get in the Grumpy ole’ bear’s pants—she is going to have to start ‘trying’ to keep him out of hers.
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Tethur didn’t look like a bear now, although his eyes had that deep glowing hue to them. The heat of rage radiated off him.
“Do you have any fucking idea what I thought when I went to our room and saw not only the lock shattered, but you missing?” he snarled at her.
His voice and aggression was so fierce his hot breath fluttered her hair around her face. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she stormed around him.
“You can’t just lock me up like a doll, Tethur. You spent my whole life caging me, I realized today. No more. I have powers, I’m strong. I can do stuff on my own, you know,” she fired back.
“I can lock you anywhere I wish. That is my right as your guardian and mate,” he roared.
His huge arm locked around her upper arms and she was spun around. A squeal leaked from her lips as she was pinned against the wall. She heard the ice splinter.
A sharp whistle sounded, and she looked over at Cassandra just before Tethur’s large bicep blocked her path. He caged her in with both his huge, bulging arms. Arousal consumed her.
Hmm, who would have thought?
Sorscha’s chest rose and fell, her heartbeat kicked up a notch and she met his fierce, predatory gaze with her own look of defiance.
“Dear Goddess, thank you for gifting me with a horny elf and not a bear.” Cassandra tossed the couple a wink and disappeared back outside.
“No, wait…” Sorscha protested.
The deep rumble that came from Tethur’s chest drew her gaze back to him.
“You’re being unreasonable,” she whispered.
Tethur leaned in closer. His nose brushed against hers. The hair that covered his cheek and jaw brushed over the tender flesh of her cheek, and she shivered.
“Unreasonable? So that is what you call keeping you alive?” he rumbled.
“I call caging me unreasonable,” she whispered.
Turning her head to the side, feeling the hot breath spilling over her cheek, she squealed and ducked out from under him. Trying to run, she heard the roar and the sound of rending fabric, and froze.
He had shifted.
Sorscha’s eyelids fluttered shut and she braced for impact. Tethur was shockingly gentle with how, as a bear, he threw her over his shoulder and moved up the stairs with the grace of any animal in the wild. He dropped her to her feet at the foot of the bed. Before her eyes he shifted. His fur slid back into his skin, his muzzle melted into the handsome man she had known her whole life. Those glowing eyes gazed at her as if she were a feast laid out just for him. But it wasn’t just his face, oh no, she could see him all, including the huge club he called a cock standing proud and reaching to his belly button. Her mouth went dry and she fought to drag her eyes back up to his.
They were both breathing hard. They looked at one another, and Tethur’s steps ate up the space between them.
“Strip,” he growled.
She could feel her eyes go wide. Her words gone, lost, as he looked down at her, his gaze burning through her clothes. She took a step back and he matched it, keeping his bare chest pressed against her.
“No!” she said with much more fire than she felt.
“Yes, but you will,” he rumbled back at her.
The confidence in his voice shattered her independence. She would not give into him, she couldn’t. Tethur would understand that she was equal to him.
“Little bird,” he warned. “If you don’t do it, then I will, and I’m not in control.”
Sorscha shook her head, attempting to clear her thoughts. It was hard when every nerve ending responded to him. His voice, his scent, his breath, dear God, she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame and her body fucking burned for him.
Moving back, feeling as if he had left her with no escape, her next words were stuttered out again.
“Look, just because I was swoony over you in high school doesn’t mean I will let you, just, well…” she paused.
Should I say fuck me? Because I kind of want him to fuck me.
“So you call smelling like heaven and honey twenty-four seven, and pushing every button I have day and night…swoony?” he growled.
She gulped as he prowled closer and she retreated. The chase, small as it was, excited her. Feeling her body get warm as sweat beaded onto her flesh, the cool air brushed against her and she realized they were outside, on the balcony.

Trapped like a…bird.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

The Fighter Secretary by Ann Mayburn

The Fighter's Secretary by Ann Mayburn

His prim and proper secretary has a naughty side…

Amanda’s attraction to her boss, former UFC World Champion Dallas Ortega, is off the charts. The bad boy turned successful businessman is hot, smart, and everything she’s ever wanted in a guy. The bad news? He’s also a notorious ladies man. Amanda has no intention of becoming another one of his conquests, but a girl can fantasize…

Dallas can’t believe it when he views a security tape showing Amanda, his classy, elegant secretary, doing very naughty things with one of the BDSM toys he left in his office. He’s been falling for Amanda for months and struggling to keep their relationship professional. Now? He’s going for the win. Dallas isn’t above using a little blackmail and trickery to get his submissive secretary into his bed and, hopefully, get him inside her heart.


The video was surprisingly good and when motion came from the corner of the camera’s view he leaned forward, surprised when a moment later Amanda came onto the screen with an armful of folders.

A quick glance at the time stamp showed that it was past eight o’clock at night and he wondered what the hell she was doing there until he remembered that the next day he’d had a big presentation to some potential investors. Amanda had, with her usual efficiency, provided him with everything he’d needed to wow the investors. With a wince of chagrin he realized that he’d only told her about the meeting two hours before the end of the day. She’d obviously stayed late to get the presentation together without him knowing. 

His gaze devoured her as she moved with liquid grace across his office and he couldn’t help but grin when she frowned and bent down to pick something up off the floor. It was the black T-shirt he’d worn that day and forgotten to pick up when he’d changed before leaving work to meet with his mother at a nice restaurant for dinner. Amanda looked stunning, as usual. All long legs and elegant bone structure, with the prettiest pink lips he’d ever seen. She never wore a drop of makeup, not that she needed it. The Asian heritage she’d gotten from her mother was evident in her porcelain skin and the slight tilt to the green eyes she’d inherited from her American father.

Dallas knew all about Amanda’s family, had made it a point to get to know everything he could about her. To say he was slightly obsessed with her was an understatement, but he’d managed to keep himself under control around her. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her off by coming on too hard. So he kept his flirting playful, letting her think that he was just messing with her, but fucking hell he wanted those long legs wrapped around his waist in the worst way.

After tossing his T-shirt onto the sofa he heard her sigh. Not realizing the tape had audio as well he turned the speakers up. Amanda set the folders on his desk then moved around to sit in his chair. She opened his file drawer and began to mutter something that was no doubt not a compliment on his filing abilities. He tended to just dump shit in his drawers, which never failed to piss Amanda off. She said trying to organize his life was like trying to herd a six-year-old hyped up on Pixy Stix. 

She opened the top left drawer then began to pull out piles of paper and he felt a momentary pang of guilt at the fact that he was such a slob. Then she paused and he could hear her softly say, “Holy shit.”

Richie cleared his throat. “Remember, I didn’t know what was going to happen.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Dallas murmured as he watched Amanda take the nipple clamps out.

They were actually quite beautiful, made by a jeweler who specialized in BDSM gear. Dallas had been a sexual Dominant for most of his adult life and enjoyed buying his submissives nice things. The nipple clamps were a thumbscrew design, a solid gold chain connecting them, with small diamonds embedded into the clamps themselves. They sparkled as Amanda held them up to the light. His heart raced as he wondered if he was about to see the woman he was pretty sure he loved steal from him.

If he’d lived to be a million years old he’d never have guessed what she did next.
Instead of slipping them into the pocket of her conservative black suit jacket, she ran her fingers along the length and gave a soft, definitely sexual moaning sound that made his cock instantly rock hard. 

Then she whispered, “Oh, Dallas, you are a bad boy.”

Without looking up he growled out to Richie, “Get the fuck out.”

     ***Are you drooling yet?***

Star Rating: Five stars

Review: Lusting over someone when you work in such close proximity is often a hard thing to conceal. Even harder when you're the boss and the one you lust after is your personal assistant. 
   That is until you watch some security footage and find out that still waters run deep. Next thing to do of course is to black mail her into your bed and life, because thats the only way right? 
    What follows is an erotic tale filled with panty melting scenes and book throwing frustration. Ann delivers a story that will literally knock your socks off so badly you'll need a cigarette afterwards.  
    Ann never ceases to amaze me time and time again. It is starting to become hard to say what story of hers is truly my favorite, she's written so many epic stories! And she didn't let me down on this one. The Fighter's Secretary had my emotions on a rollercoaster ride from the very beginning. I definitely cannot wait to read more from this epic author.
  But without giving too much away about this story you really do need to pick it up and read it for yourself. I promise you won't be disappointed.

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