Brought to His Knees
The Alpha male. Strong. In control. Letting no one and nothing rule himâ€¦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 Kneesâ€”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.
Enter with anticipation. Finish satisfiedâ€¦
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My contribution is Beneath the Pages
One wicked night with her did nothing but whet his appetite. Now heâ€™ll settle for nothing less than her complete submission.
A warm masculine hand rested on the small of Acaciaâ€™s back, and her mouth suddenly went dry. Her eyes flicked up to Radiganâ€™s for the briefest of heartbeats. He stared at her and then her uncle again.
â€œNo, I donâ€™t, but the two security guards behind you absolutely do, since you canâ€™t seem to find your manners this evening.â€
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.
â€œGood night.â€ Acacia brushed them off.
â€œThis isnâ€™t over,â€ 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.
â€œYou all right?â€ he asked softly, as the rest of the guests slowly began enjoying themselves again, since apparently the show for the evening was done.
â€œYes,â€ she breathed out.
â€œWho was that?â€ he asked, leading her back to the bar, as he motioned something to Frank.
â€œMy uncle and his wife,â€ 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 couldnâ€™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, â€œHere drink this,â€ 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.
No one called him by his first name though. To everyone he was justâ€”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 couldnâ€™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? wasnâ€™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.
â€œI didnâ€™t recognize them,â€ she said absentmindedly, and tugged her hand free of his.
â€œDidnâ€™t recognize your uncle and his harpy?â€ 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. â€œNo. I meant the two security guards. Iâ€™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 didnâ€™t recognize either of them. Come to think of it, they didnâ€™t have the right uniform on either.â€
â€œActually they donâ€™t work for you,â€ he stated, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Acacia narrowed her eyes on him and asked, â€œHow do you know that?â€
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. â€œTheyâ€™re my security guys actually.And personal assistants, and two of my best friends. They werenâ€™t with me last time.â€
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.
â€œMy people were more than capable of handling the situation, Mr. Radigan. I was fully capable of dealing with them and didnâ€™t need a knight in shining armor.â€ She stood to leave and said, â€œThank you for the help, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the party.â€
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 couldnâ€™t give into him again. Not even for a second.
She stood still as a statue, clenching her hands into fists.
â€œWhy are you running away from me?â€
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Iâ€™m going to just jump right in and get the easy stuff out of the way up-front. I am a wife, mother and business owner in Texas with very long black hair and a penchant for high heels and pretty outrageous toe nail polish. I have a very supportive family that I love unconditionally and am fortunate enough to genuinely like and respect them as well.
I started reading romance back in college, liked it so-so, and then I found erotica. Stories a bit on the dark side, a lot on the naughty side, and at the risk of sounding cheesy, it felt like coming home. Finding a genre made just for minds like mine was an amazing revelation, and I swear the characters in my head havenâ€™t stopped hounding me since!
Something I always love reading about other authors are the funny quirks and idiosyncrasies that make each of us unique, so I thought Iâ€™d share a few of mine. These are in no particular order and pretty random, so brace yourselvesâ€¦
I am a morning person who doesnâ€™t drink caffeine, and I am definitely a glass-half-full kind of girl. I have an extreme case of being left-hand stupid and am bad at all sports that end in â€œballâ€! Hot weather is my favorite because I’m cold all the time, and I adore lying in the sun. Youâ€™ll find a closed sign hanging off my forehead at 10 p.m. pretty much every night when my brain clocks out. Whatâ€™s weird is I can write â€˜til the wee hours of the morning though. Probably because the characters just shove me aside so they can say their piece.
Ooh, and I never procrastinate! If something needs to be done today, it should have been finished yesterday. I call this fantastic; several people, who shall remain nameless, call it having a bug up my A**â€¦ I think Iâ€™ll stick with fantastic.
I refuse to use a flat sheet to sleep, I love perfume but only one kind, and before I die I want to own flip-flops in every color of the rainbow. And last but not least, the yea or nay on a particular food being deemed good or gross is based off of texture first, taste second.
I hope my writing speaks for itself, and I hope it speaks to you. The fact that I have the opportunity to share a little piece of myself with you absolutely floors me. On a daily basis I am overwhelmed by the good fortune that is my life, and vowed years ago never to take it for granted.
Best advice Iâ€™ve ever been given â€“ find the real you and never settle for anything less! Well guess what? I found her! Lord help the rest of you.