Brought to His Knees

The Alpha male. Strong. In control. Letting no one and nothing rule him…until he meets the one, and all bets are off. The world tilts, the bed rocks, and suddenly that tough guy finds himself Brought to His Knees—in more ways than one.

This collection of ten hot to erotic novellas and one short erotic novel will take you on journeys of lust, love, and adventure, leave you breathless and quite possibly in need of a cold shower.

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One wicked night with her did nothing but whet his appetite. Now he’ll settle for nothing less than her complete submission.

A warm masculine hand rested on the small of Acacia’s back, and her mouth suddenly went dry. Her eyes flicked up to Radigan’s for the briefest of heartbeats. He stared at her and then her uncle again.

“No, I don’t, but the two security guards behind you absolutely do, since you can’t seem to find your manners this evening.”

Acacia then noticed the two large men standing behind her uncle and his wife. They turned at the same time, and she could see her uncle grinding his teeth at the rather embarrassing predicament they now found themselves in.

“Good night.” Acacia brushed them off.

“This isn’t over,” he replied gruffly, before catching his wife by the elbow and brushing past the security guards on their way to the door.

Cassie cast Acacia a disparaging look as they rounded the last corner before leaving the ballroom.

Acacia let out a pent up breath as soon as they disappeared, and she wanted to run, or hide, or jump the man behind her. Strong hands turned her so she stood face-to-face with him. The one man who could bring her to her knees.

“You all right?” he asked softly, as the rest of the guests slowly began enjoying themselves again, since apparently the show for the evening was done.

“Yes,” she breathed out.

“Who was that?” he asked, leading her back to the bar, as he motioned something to Frank.

“My uncle and his wife,” she answered, as she kept her gaze focused on his chest, which was covered in a tux that made him look like the movie star he most certainly was. It did him justice and she couldn’t keep her knees from shaking at his close proximity.

He helped her sit on the bar stool she had inhabited not that long ago and said, “Here drink this,” as he shoved a small glass that Frank had set before them into her hand.

She took it blindly and looked at the contents before throwing it back, and swallowing the strong liquid. Whatever it was burned all the way down and she was glad for it.

A slight grimace crossed her face, and she shook her head slightly as she set the glass down and finally looked up to make eye contact with her protector.

Kellan Radigan.

No one called him by his first name though. To everyone he was just—Radigan.

Her hands shook as she let go of the glass, and it had nothing to do with the altercation of moments ago.

Fame had named him the hottest man alive last year, and she realized his free hand was holding one of hers as he downed the contents of another glass set before him.

The way his lips caressed the glass sent a shiver down her body, and she stared at his mouth when his tongue peeked out and licked his bottom lip.He returned his glass to the bar and set it next to hers.

She knew the way his mouth felt on her hot skin, as she fought the multiple climaxes he tore from her body. His tongue, his hands, his breath. She knew every inch of his body and couldn’t think of a thing to say.

Well, at least nothing constructive.

Please can we go upstairs where I can suck your cock? Not exactly keeping it professional.

Do you come here often? wasn’t exactly the most riveting ice breaker she could come up with, but he rendered her speechless, or stupid, or something else that made her feel equally inept.

She tore her eyes from his perfect mouth and stared at their glasses, sitting next to one another. The look of them lined up made her happy, and she frowned at her idiocy.

“I didn’t recognize them,” she said absentmindedly, and tugged her hand free of his.

“Didn’t recognize your uncle and his harpy?” he questioned, as he took a seat next to her. He traced the back of her hand, along her pointer finger and off the tip.

She put her hands in her lap, hiding them from him. Just because she wanted to crawl into his lap had nothing to do with her trying to come up with a reason to bail.

Her head gave a slight shake, and she tried to face him again. “No. I meant the two security guards. I’m a bit of a stickler when it comes to all of my employees, and especially the security guarding my guests at these parties. I didn’t recognize either of them. Come to think of it, they didn’t have the right uniform on either.”

“Actually they don’t work for you,” he stated, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Acacia narrowed her eyes on him and asked, “How do you know that?”

Radigan broke eye contact and rubbed the back of his neck, and Acacia could feel her heart pounding in her chest at the sight of his hands. “They’re my security guys actually.And personal assistants, and two of my best friends. They weren’t with me last time.”

Despite her urge to flee, she turned in her seat to face him, her knees brushing his thigh.Self-righteous indignation seemed much preferable to horny inability to focus, so she ran with it.

“My people were more than capable of handling the situation, Mr. Radigan. I was fully capable of dealing with them and didn’t need a knight in shining armor.” She stood to leave and said, “Thank you for the help, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the party.”

He was out of his seat quicker than she would have thought possible for how tall he was and, as she turned to leave, his arm came around her side. His large hand settled on her stomach, holding her against his chest.

No one but Frank could see how familiar he was with her. How close. How intimate.But she felt as if they were being broadcast on the jumbotron at a sporting event.

Her breath caught in her rib cage as the overwhelming urge to lean into him almost capsized the resolve she clung to. She couldn’t give into him again. Not even for a second.

She stood still as a statue, clenching her hands into fists.

“Why are you running away from me?”

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Together In Cyn

Haleigh’s Ink

A Very Menage Christmas

Duke’s Valentine

Orgasm University

Accidental Voyeur


Stand Alone

Buried Permission




Jennifer Kacey is a wife, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.


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