Thursday, January 19, 2017

Book Spotlight on No One Until Her by Lynn Burke #RissoFamily #erotic #romance #BDSM @evernightpub


The final Risso Family novella is now available!
No One Until Her
Risso Family #6
Erotic Romance / BDSM / Menage

Kaden Quinn has life by the balls and enjoys his side job as a Dom in a downtown Boston BDSM club. What he doesn’t want—or need—is a pseudo-sub trying to shred the veil that protects his painful past. 

When untamed Livi Risso's insatiable need to get to the bottom of a story leads her to an exclusive kink club, her curiosity ignites upon meeting a restrained Dom who refuses to touch her.

Kaden feigns disinterest while scening, but that doesn’t stop Livi from experiencing intimacy like she’s never imagined. When one misstep leaves Kaden shaken, will Livi be the one to break down his wall against love?
PURCHASE LINKS:
Evernight Publishinghttp://www.evernightpublishing.com/no-one-until-her-by-lynn-burke/
Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/One-Until-Risso-Family-Book-ebook/dp/B01N0ZYXPH
Amazon UK:  https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Until-Risso-Family-Book-ebook/dp/B01N0ZYXPH/
Bookstrand:  http://www.bookstrand.com/no-one-until-her-mf

Click on image for more information on the Risso Family Series!
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EXCERPT
“What’s your name, sub?” I asked.
“Li … Lisa.”
I narrowed my gaze and stared down at her. “If you say so, Bella.”
“Bella?” Her head tilted to the side, her eyes slightly widened. “Is that a compliment?”
“You’re Italian, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Then that’s what I’ll call you.” A light flush spread across her high cheekbones and she bit her lower lip. Goddamn cock sprung to full attention. “First thing you ought to know—and should have learned long before entering this club as a sub—your gaze belongs on your Dom’s boots, your knees on the floor.”
The bulge in my leathers snagged her attention as her head lowered and she hesitated. A shudder rippled down through her, but she sank to her knees with practiced ease, a waft of subtle sweetness, what had to be expensive perfume, floating around me. My mouth watered. Long, glossy dark hair cascaded around her downturned face. Her shoulders remained back and straight.
Trying to ignore the press of my goddamn zipper into my cock—and prickle of unease tingling the back of my neck—I glanced across the room at Devon, one of the few Doms who didn’t mind switching.
He lounged in a chair, drink in hand, but otherwise unoccupied. Bella’s appearance had already drawn his attention. He gawked like a starstruck lover at the goddess kneeling at my feet.
The idea of sharing the tasty morsel of a pseudo-sub twisted my gut, but the thought that touching her skin would definitely cause trouble overrode my Neanderthal side. 
As though feeling my stare, Devon lifted his gaze to mine.
I quirked a brow in invitation.
He shot out of his seat with a shit-eating grin and strode across the room. He stood a good half-foot shorter than me, but we both had blue eyes, the same light hair, and square jaw… We’d enjoyed our fair share of women fantasizing about brothers.
“Master Devon, care to join us this evening?”

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

“You don’t dance, you make love on stage.” -- #MidWeek Tease from my current WIP #DarkRomance #erotic #contemporary

Happy Hump Day, lovelies!

 I've been a bit absent on social media for the past week or so because I'm working hard to finish my current WIP. It's a Dark Romance (my first in this genre!). 


Would love your thoughts!

 Enjoy! 







In this tease, Grisha (our hero) and Ayla (our heroine), meet in person for the first time. The setting is a disco.

On to the tease!!


“This way.” His fingers skimmed the small of her back as he led her to the bar. Goosebumps sprouted over her skin.
“I don’t need another drink.”
“Yours ended on the floor. Let me do this for you. Bloody Mary and whiskey on the rocks,” he ordered. His gaze swept over her.“I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself.”
“I –I know who you are, Mr. Vasiliev.”
He chuckled and handed her the drink.
“Please call me, Grisha.”
His voice was deep, gravelly. His smile intoxicating. He moved closer and she didn't step back. Was that his cologne wrapping around her? He smelled spicy, musky and fresh. The urge to bury her face in his neck and breathe him in wrapped around her. Instead, she took a big gulp from her drink.
"You're on holidays now, aren't you?"

"More like unemployed,” she mumbled.

“Really? I’d imagined the company you’re with would have made you an offer. Although they’re not the best in the business.

“I suppose your business is,” she said.

HIs eyes lighted up and he gave her that smirk she'd seen before. It lighted up his eyes and gave his already masculine features a heady aura of superiority.

"Of course. We have everything a ballerina like you could wish. Year round contract, health insurance, our own medical team, the best teachers.”

“That’s all great, but I’m not sure I’m good enough.”

Grisha sucked in his cheeks. Fire blazed in his eyes.

“Nonsense.” His voice hardened. “Don’t let anyone ever tell you that.” He leaned over her. “You are the best, Ayla.” His warm breath caressed her ear. “You don’t dance, you make love on stage.”

A shiver bolted down her spine, fluttered across her stomach and landed like a throbbing ball between her thighs. Mouth dry, and hands trembling, she drank some more.

“When I saw you dance I envisioned you on my stage. Fucking.”

Ayla gasped. Uncertain of what to say, she knocked back some more of her drink.

“Easy sweetheart. You’re drinking that as if it were water. Why don’t we go sit down?” Grisha suggested, grasping her hand. 

Sunday, January 15, 2017

He knew he had to see her - Break Me #WIP #8Sunday #SexySnippets #WeekendWritingWarriors

Happy Sunday, lovelies!
   
Hope your week was fabulous! Mine was extremely busy with the beginning of the academic trimester but I got some good news which I will share soon!  Weeee!

Today, I'm continuing to share a snippet from my WIP momentarily titled, "Break me". Thank you for all your comments last week! They were really helpful. Today, I'm skipping a few lines and we're having a look at why Grisha is attending a master class...

Enjoy and have a lovely day!

 *This snippet has been edited to keep to guidelines.





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Grisha swept his gaze around the room. His breath caught. There she was. In the front row, a few feet to the left of Phillip. Ayla Clark. She was his reason for coming to today’s master class. He’d seen her name in the registry list and he knew he had to see her.


She was unmistakable in her red leotard with the low scooped back and black skirt. Her pale skin contrasted sharply with her choice of outfit. Her dark hair, which she had pulled into a bun, caused her aquiline nose to stand out. She kept her eyes on Phillip as he demonstrated the movement.
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