Book Spotlight on Zero Tolerance (Elite Escorts Book 4) by Lynn Burke #BDSM #Contemporary #romance

 NOW AVAILABLE - Book #4 in the Elite Escorts series by Lynn Burke!

Zero Tolerance Elite Escorts #4 by Lynn Burke Publisher: Evernight Publishing Art Work: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art Keywords: Erotic, Romance, Contemporary, BDSM, Suspense *Warning: BDSM, anal sex, anal toys

 As the owner of Elite Escorts, Micah Fox’s material needs are met, but money isn’t everything. Watching his friends all settle down makes him realize he needs a woman of his own. The one thrust into his life, however, is unable to tolerate physical contact. Not exactly the ideal submissive he can dominate. Can he truly be happy without kink in his life? Faced with her new boss, Jasmine Swift experiences a hunger to touch—and be touched—for the first time in twelve years. Psychological baggage from her childhood has always hindered any hope of a normal relationship, let alone one with a man as dominant as Micah. Passion flares to life between them, however, and Jasmine blossoms under Micah’s touch. When her past returns to haunt her present, it threatens everything. Love and peace can be found in true submission if only Jasmine can trust her Sir.

BUY IT ON SALE NOW FOR ONLY $2.99 AT EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING!

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/zero-tolerance-by-lynn-burke/

OTHER RETAILERS:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079T74LDP
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B079T74LDPBarnes & Noble: www.barnesandnoble.com/w/zero-tolerance-lynn-burke/1127954414
Smashwords:  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/791478
Kobo: www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/zero-tolerance-8
Bookstrand: www.bookstrand.com/zero-tolerance-mf

EXCERPT:

Tense silence zapped between us, but she didn’t lower her head like usual when she seemed uncomfortable. Her pale-green eyes peered at me with a hint of question. Insecurity. But the pupils dominated, and the pulse jumped in her neck. “Have you dreamed about me touching you?” I heard myself ask. So much for inappropriate. “Yes,” she whispered. I wouldn’t touch her, but I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to enjoy every fucking inappropriate bit of information I could get passed her lips. “How?” “You mean how do you touch me in my dreams?” Her low, husky voice rushed the blood to my cock, but I didn’t bother trying to hide the fact she turned me on. I nodded. “Gently.” She swallowed, but held my gaze. “With your fingertips until I grow accustomed to your touch.” “Where do I touch you?” My voice sounded strangled in my ears. “Here.” She lifted her hand and glanced at her palm. “Where else? Put your wine down and show me.” I relaxed back into the chair, legs spread, giving her an eyeful of the hard ridge lining my jeans. Her attention drifted down between my legs, her lips parting on a sharp inhale as her trembling hand set the wine glass on the table beside her. When she sat back, she uncrossed her legs, but kept her thighs together, the darkness beneath the skirt beckoning to me. “H-here.” She trailed her fingers up her arm, over her collarbone where she lingered. Up her neck. Over her lips. I groaned. “Where else do I touch you?” She swallowed, gaze still on my cock, and ran her hand back down her neck and over the swell of her breasts. “Show me.” My Dom voice took over, and she followed the command without hesitation, slipping her hand up inside her tank top. Lower lip between her teeth, she squirmed on the couch, same as when I’d caught her drooling over sex toys online. “Is my touch still gentle?” I asked, my attention glued to the hand moving beneath her shirt, hiding one of the hard nipples pressing against the cotton. “N-not so much.” Her needy tone brought another groan to my lips. “What else do I do in your dreams?” Face red, she closed her eyes. “You suck on my breasts. Bite my nipples.” “And do you like it?” “Yes,” she gasped and clenched her legs together. Fucking heaven, I mused, watching her touch her breasts. I’d never wanted a woman so much in my fucking life. “Are you turned on right now?” She swallowed and nodded. “Where else do I touch you, Jasmine?” “D-down there.” Fuck, yes. “Lift your skirt and show me.” Every tense muscle in my body ached to move, but I held myself still. Waiting. She didn’t even hesitate, but shimmied the skirt up to her hips. Pink, fucking panties. With one finger, she skimmed down the lace covering her pussy from me. “Goddamn,” I groaned, my own fingers digging into my knees. She slid her fingertip beneath the edge of her panties and rubbed up over her clit, a gasp parting her lips and tipping her head back. I found myself stroking my cock through my jeans. “Do I make you come in your dreams, Jasmine?” “Yes,” she whispered, eyes still clenched shut. “Show me how.” With one hand, she pulled her panties to the side. Pink lips glistened beneath a thatch of blonde curls. Drooling, I stroked myself and stared as she pressed two fingers of her right hand into her pussy. She moaned, slowly fucking herself with her fingers, hips grinding her against her hand. “I want to watch you come, Jasmine,” I murmured, lifting my attention to her face as little noises flew past her parted lips. “Open your eyes and look at me.” Panting, she did as told, hazed, pale-green eyes peering my way. A sharp inhale lifted her chest, and her back bowed off my couch. “O-oh!” Her breath caught again, and she shuddered, crying out. I squeezed my cock to keep from blowing my load in my jeans, my blood rushing and ears ringing as she slowly settled, her breaths slowing. “If you ever decide you want me to touch you for real,” I murmured, “you only need to ask.”

OTHER BOOKS IN THE ELITE ESCORTS SERIES:

Third Wheel:  https://www.authorlynnburke.com/third-wheel.html

Second Go-Round: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/second-go-round.html

First Time: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/first-time.html

ABOUT LYNN BURKE:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

Website: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/

Blog: http://authorlynnburke.blogspot.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurke

Book Spotlight on First Time (Elite Escorts) by Lynn Burke #BDSM #suspense #contemporary @authorlynnburke

First Time

Elite Escorts #3

by Lynn Burke

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Cover by: Jay AheerEdit

 Keywords: Erotic, Romance, Contemporary, BDSM, Suspense *Warning: physical and verbal abuse triggers, bondage

Daniel Cooney loves to tie women up and is nicely compensated for his services as an Elite escort. He’s no sadist, however, but a gentle dominant who longs for a woman of his own, one who won’t be intimidated by his size and ropes. Becky Eaton bends over backwards to help her boyfriend work through his mental problems, but her submissive nature enables his sick desires to turn vicious. His plans to exploit her for his pleasure backfires … Becky experiences desire—and a climax—for the first time beneath another man’s command. Master Cooney’s tender touch awakens her in ways she never expected. Beaten and broken, Becky’s tattered heart yearns for what could be, and while Daniel’s strength proves a pillar of support, she must find the courage within to escape a murderous monster—before it’s too late.

BUY IT ON SALE NOW FOR ONLY $2.99 AT EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING!

Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/first-time-by-lynn-burke/

OTHER PURCHASE LINKS:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079BQQMQK

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B079BQQMQK

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/first-time-mf

Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/first-time-lynn-burke/1127888931

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/784352

~~~~~

EXCERPT:

*Warning: Verbal and emotional abuse triggers

I entered the lounge to find the dimmed area already packed. Every stool at the bar along the right was taken, and the groupings of chairs and couches scattered around the room held parties in full-on fun mode. Naked flesh. Blowjobs. The sounds of asses being tanned—and fucked—filtered through the soft music drifting down from overhead.  One new couple caught my attention. Arrogance oozed from the wiry Dom as he stared at a woman getting her ass handed to her. His unimpressive hard-on ridged the front of his leather pants. A single rose tattoo inked his arm.  The voluptuous, dark-haired woman on the leash behind him … wide hips, thick thighs that would be gorgeous wrapped in rope, huge bare breasts with large, soft nipples.  Not an exhibitionist or voyeur…   She didn’t follow her Sir meekly as he walked around. She cowered behind him.  An insecure and co-dependent, with a Dom who took advantage of her quiet nature, my gut told me, sending a tingle of anger down my spine. I stepped off to the side and watched as he led her around the room. They drew near, and I forced myself to keep my gaze on her rather than the prick leading her around like a dog. “How about this?” the wiry man chuckled, drawing her forward to the ménage scene on the couch to my left. “Double penetration. Two cocks shoved so far up your dry cunt you can’t remember your name?” He laughed again, and the woman trembled, her hands sneaking down to cover the thatch of black hair hiding her pussy. My fist itched to break Wiry’s nose, the first hint of violence I’d felt in years. “Well?” Wiry asked, yanking on her lead rope when she didn’t answer. “Does this turn that frigid, fat body of yours on?” “N-no, Sir.” “Goddamnit, Becky.” Wiry strode off, pulling her behind him. “The fuck is wrong with you?” Tearing my gaze off her swaying, lush ass, I swore. Striding across the lounge didn’t lessen my anger, and I continued on with my cussing through the guarded door leading to the private rooms and down the carpeted hall. I wasn’t prone to violence, but if those two were taking the bondage class, I was in deep shit. “Not my monkey, not my circus,” I muttered while pushing open the door to the private room Chantelle had set up for classes. “Don’t get involved.” Adrenaline laced my bloodstream, but my hands held steady while rifling through the supplies of silk and hemp rope that had been laid out. A few basic knots, I thought, trying to focus on the task ahead of me. I pulled a chair onto the stage, positioning it on a side angle from where my small audience would sit.  Ask for a volunteer, Chantelle had said. I snorted. I highly doubted I’d get away without having to talk someone into sitting on the chair while their spouse or partner watched.  “Hopefully, one of the new Doms won’t mind sharing for an hour,” I muttered to myself. Or, my conscious whispered, maybe Wiry and Becky will be in the class, and you can ask her to join you on stage. Show her what a real Dom is like. I shook my head.  Not. Getting. Involved.

Other Books in the Elite Escorts Series:

Third Wheel: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/third-wheel.html

Second Go-Round: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/second-go-round.html

~~~~~

About Lynn Burke

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

Website: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/

Blog: http://authorlynnburke.blogspot.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurke

Book Spotlight on Second Go-Round by Lynn Burke #EliteEscorts #exhibition #eroticromance @evernightpub @authorlynnburke

NEW FROM LYNN BURKE!

Second Go-Round

Elite Escorts #2

Contemporary Erotic Romance, Suspense

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Cover Art: Jay Aheer/Simply Defined Art

Christine Gemberling doesn’t enjoy breaking hearts, but she has yet to find a man who knows how to handle the package between his legs well enough to satisfy her needs. No man has held her interest beyond a second date—much less her love. Until one sultry night with an Elite Escort rocks her world like never before.

Professional escort Jarod Zimmerman has a strict code when working with clients—no emotional attachments. But the beer-drinking, football loving Christine and her curves push beyond his control, until the guarded playboy finds himself craving another go-round with the only woman intriguing enough to make him break his own code.

With her defenses stronger than his favorite football team, it will take more than Jarod’s talents in bed to change her stance on relationships. He’ll have to sacrifice his heart when the unexpected circumstance thrown their way threatens to rip them apart forever.

*Warning: Exhibition, spanking, anal sex, sex toys

PURCHASE LINKS:

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/second-go-round-by-lynn-burke/

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B077ZMFSD8

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B077ZMFSD8

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/765647

~~~oOo~~~

Excerpt:

Jarod lowered onto the limo seat beside me and pressed close, his large hand grasping the top of my thigh.

“Where to?” Ricky asked as he settled behind the wheel a moment later.

I spouted off my address quite a ways up Route 1, and with a nod, he shut the window between us, encasing Jarod and I in complete privacy. Soft music came to life, and seconds later, the limo pulled out into Boston’s nighttime traffic.

“For the first go-round, I’m going to fuck you against the front door of your house, but right now,” Jarod said, lowering to his knees in front of me, “I’m going to bury my nose between these thighs and lick your cunt until you squirm.” 

“I like the way you think,” I said, my voice breathless, betraying my body’s need.

His hands slid up my thighs, pushing my skirt into a bunch. I wiggled, assisting in his plan, and he yanked me to the seat’s edge.

“Comfy?” he asked, trailing a fingertip against the soaked silk covering me.

“Comfy enough.”

Jarod hooked his fingers under the sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs, releasing my heeled feet one at a time. He tossed the panties aside, and grasping my knees, spread me wide.

“Bare.” He stared at the smooth skin between my thighs as he moved close. “I like that.” Palming my ass, he lifted me and buried his face in my pussy as promised, my moan and his groan colliding in the air between us.

My eyelids fluttered shut and head tipped back as he ate me out like a starving man. Tongue, nose, and teeth, he didn’t pussyfoot around, but tortured me with his need to taste every inch, fuck me deep with his long tongue, nibble my swollen lips … flick and suck my throbbing clit.

My fingers found purchase in his hair, and I ground myself against his face, chasing my orgasm. Bastard let off and dipped low to lick my ass and tongue me every time I neared the crest. I tried to force his head back up to my clit, but he held steady, denying me what I wanted.

“Goddamn it, Jarod!” I yanked on his hair as my clit popped from his mouth’s suction again and he roamed southward to my ass.

He snickered and caught my gaze as his tongue rimmed my puckered hole.

My hold tightened on his hair, my heart thundered in my chest. “Please. I need to come.”

Finally—finally—he pressed two fingers deep into my sopping wet core. “Is this what you need, Christine? My fingers fucking your cunt and my mouth on your clit?”

“Oh, fuck.” My head tipped back again as he latched onto my clit. “Don’t stop. Please … Christ, don’t stop!” You’d think I hadn’t climaxed in months the way my orgasm ripped through me. 

Jarod’s fingers and tongue drew out every clench of my pussy, every shudder rippling down through me as I gasped for breath. He lapped up every trace of my cum and sucked his fingers clean, the noises in his throat barely reaching through the ringing in my ears. 

I sagged into the leather seat, sucking wind. “Holy shit. It’s no wonder you get paid to please a woman.”

Elite Escorts Series

Third Wheel

Second Go-Round

First Time - Coming Jan 2018

Zero Tolerance - Coming Jan 2018 

~~~oOo~~~

GIVEAWAY!

A $10 Amazon Gift Card and wrap around Author Lynn Burke mug!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

~~~oOo~~~

 

About Lynn Burke:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life. 

Links

Website: https://www.authorlynnburke.com

Blog: http://authorlynnburke.blogspot.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurke

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorlynnburke/

Book Spotlight on Third Wheel byb Lynn Burke #BDSM #Erotic #romance #contemporary

Third Wheel

Elite Escorts #1

By Lynn Burke

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Art Work: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art

Release Date: May 18, 2017

Keywords: Erotic, Romance, Contemporary, BDSM, single parent, stalking

*Warning: Multiple Partners, Anal Play, Anal Sex, Spanking

Carpenter by day, man whore extraordinaire by night, Reid Sullivan lives every man’s dream. But, Elite Escort’s hottest third wheel longs for something more than casual sex with clients. 

Jessica Lindy's testimony helped put her ex-husband behind bars, but she can't escape his vows of revenge. A jaded single mom, she guards her heart and daughter’s life against any man. 

One fateful night with Reid, the temptation for Jessica to allow another man into their lives becomes too hard to resist. But when her past collides with the present, lives--and love--will be lost unless Jessica learns how to lower her defenses. Can the professional escort convince the wary young mom that he can be a different sort of third wheel--the one she can trust?  

Purchase Links:

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/third-wheel-by-lynn-burke/

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Third-Wheel-Elite-Escorts-Book-ebook/dp/B071F9S43Q

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B071F9S43Q

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/third-wheel-mfm

~~~oOo~~~ 

Excerpt:

“Go into the bedroom and take your clothes off,” he said, stepping back, hands releasing their hold on me. “There are towels in the adjoining bathroom. Wrap one around yourself and get comfy on that big ass bed, belly down.”

Uh … oh yeah. Massage. Right.

Unable to find my voice, I nodded and tried to walk away. Damn heels near sent me sprawling on the floor.

“Here. Let me.” Reid dropped to his knees and lifted one of my feet to unbuckle the black heels Christine had insisted on.

I grabbed hold of his shoulder to keep from falling over, my gaze locked on the dark head inches away from my throbbing clit. Thoughts of him lifting my dress’s hem with his teeth brought a moan to my throat, but I bit down on the inside of my lip to keep from letting it out.

His large hand slid up my calf and back down before making short work of the clasp. My foot slid free, and he ran his hand up my other leg, catching my breath.

Get a grip, Jessica. The barest touch on my skin—hotter than any sex I could remember. My body craved more. One little lick, one little pinch on my clit, and I’d be screaming my release for the world to hear.

“Go on,” Reid said, standing and stepping back, my heels dangling from his hand.

With another thoughtless, dumb nod, I managed to make my feet move. I eyed the massive bed while making my way across the bedroom to the open bathroom door. Images of Reid’s ass clenching with each thrust into my writhing body beneath his flashed across my mind.

“G-good God,” I whispered.

Hands shaking, I all but ripped off my tight dress and restricting bra, but paused to consider my panties. A full body massage…

Another few seconds of indecision and I slid the soaked bit of silk down my legs. Just in case he wanted to knead my ass cheeks. And, nothing more than that, I told myself while wrapping a white fluffy towel around me. A peek into the bedroom revealed it empty, so I scooted to the bed, pulled back the comforter and top sheet, and lay face down a little ways from the edge, eyes clenched shut, pulse pounding through every cell of my body.

Closer than a hair to hyperventilation, I focused on slowing my breathing. Relaxed my muscles as soft instrumental music floated through the closed door.

“Jessica?” Reid’s low voice raised what little hair I had on my body. “Can I come in?”

I squeaked a reply but had to clear my throat and try again. “Yes.”

Yes. Please come … I mean, come in. Touch me. Make me come.

 ~~~oOo~~~

About Lynn Burke

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

Links:

Website: http://www.authorlynnburke.com

Blog: http://authorlynnburke.blogspot.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461/?ref=hl

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurke

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13130238.Lynn_Burke

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Lynn-Burke/e/B00TGC9SJW