Western Romance, Contemporary, Daddy Dom, Billionaire
Date Published: October 13th, 2020
Publisher: Blushing Books
He owns the hottest lifestyle club in all of New York City. It’s
secretive, exclusive, and caters to Daddy Doms.
Romance author, Samantha Bellamy, is shocked when she attends a book
signing and runs into her high school crush, Martin Taylor.
He’s a billionaire with a secret. He’s owner of an exclusive
club for Daddy Doms and littles to openly explore the lifestyle.
He’s also notorious for his playboy personality, bedding a new woman
There’s a deal to be made worth potentially billions and Martin
can’t let it get away. The only problem is the board of directors
doesn’t like his playboy persona.
He offers Samantha the deal of a lifetime. Marry him for eighteen months
and receive two million dollars for her trouble. The only catch, no sex.
Oh, and she has to call him Daddy!
About the Author
Allison West is a #1 International Best-Selling Author in Erotica, BDSM,
Romantic Erotica, Sci-Fi, Victorian, and Historical Erotica. She also writes
young adult novels under the name Ruth Silver.
Allison West has been inventing worlds and writing stories for years. Her
favorite novels are those that leave a lasting impression, long after the
final page is read. She loves writing naughty novels with characters that
you can connect with. You can find more about Allison on Facebook and
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about upcoming titles, giveaways, access to ARC’s and gain behind the
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College graduate Valentina de Cordoba never expected to fall for the handsome and intimidating Derek Cole when she accepted his offer to rent his property.
From cottage to mansion, this single mom is certain she doesn’t deserve him or the fairytale unfolding. But Derek gets what he wants… and he wants her.
He’s “the one” for her, but before she says I do, she has to survive a month long trip to his family’s estate in Atlanta. Gaining approval from four brothers and an over-protective mother might just be her hardest test yet.
For hot billionaire Derek Cole, this homecoming is a chance to mend the damage he caused when he walked away from the family business.
But all it takes is a bless her heart from his mother for Derek to know it will take more than tea to get the two women he loves on the same page, let alone under the same roof.
Just when they think nothing else can go wrong… their past and future collide.
“You had a plan when you walked into my office five minutes ago. What was it?” He gripped the edge of the armrest with both hands, crossing his legs at his ankles. The tiny flame in my chest grew bigger and spread down to my core.
“I had no plan.” I admitted because the extent of my thoughts when he texted was to come in here and have sex. All I could think of was touching him and feeling his weight on me again. But now I was a little pissed. He could’ve been more explicit. Like, hey, I’m just here to work, bring me the report. No sex. Get your mind out of the gutter. He could also wipe that knowing smile off his face. “What makes you think I had a plan?” I crossed my arms over my chest to cover my hardened nipples.
He rubbed the side of his face. “The thigh-high stockings. You know how they drive me wild. Even if I can’t see them, I know that’s the only kind you own.”
If that was true, why was he still five feet away from me? Why had he not ripped my clothes off already and had his way with me on the couch?
“I have a meeting to go to.” I bolted to the door. Before I could open it, his large hand pressed against it, effectively blocking me from leaving.
“I don’t think so.” His voice was deep and so full of meaning. He walked me back to the living area until my butt hit the back of the sofa. “You had a plan. Show me.” He gripped my waist and shifted so he was the one caged in.
I could go, or I could stay and get what I came here for. I slipped my hands inside his suit jacket and pushed it off his shoulders. His dark gaze stayed on me as I removed his dress shirt. A low moan like a hiss escaped his lips when I ran my hands down his muscled chest. His pecs were harder than I remembered. It seemed Derek’s hard body was directly proportional to the amount of stress he had at work. The more they pinned on him, the more time he spent in his boxing ring. These past three weeks must have been hell for him.
“Now you.” His voice sounded strained.
Self-control was Derek’s superpower. I gave up all pretenses and removed my blazer and silky top quickly. My skin felt hot from needing him so much. His lips parted when I finally let my skirt pool at my feet.
He cradled my face and kissed me hard. “Fuck. Valentina. You came to work wearing that underneath?” His mouth was warm, and he tasted of cinnamon gum. I melted into him, fumbling with his belt.
“The door.” I panted in between kisses.
“I locked it.” He gripped my ass and wrapped my legs around his waist as he strode around the sofa and sat with me straddling him. “Valentina. How do you do it? How do you make me forget about everything?” He freed me from my bra and sucked on my aching nipples, switching back and forth until I couldn’t wait anymore.
“I need you now,” I whispered in his ear.
I didn’t care that my voice was laced with desperate desire. He cupped my butt cheeks and lifted me enough to give him room to lie flat on the cushions with his head on the decorative pillow. My thighs rubbed his sides as I rested on top of him, topless and without a clue what to do next.
My confusion must have registered on my face because he placed both hands behind his head and grinned at me. His biceps bulged on either side of him.
He bucked under me to get comfortable, as if he were getting ready to watch a movie or something. The grin that twitched his lip was both infuriating and such a turn-on.
“You want me inside you. Do it.”
ABOUT DIANA A. HICKS
Diana A. Hicks is an award-winning author of steamy contemporary romance and science fiction. Her latest release LOVE OVER LATTES, Book 1 in her Desert Monsoon Series, is a 2018 Readers’ Favorite Honorable Mention in the Romance – Contemporary genre!
When Diana is not writing, she enjoys kickboxing, traveling, and indulging in the simple joys of life like wine and chocolate. She lives in Atlanta, and loves spending time with her two children and husband.
Connect with Diana on social media to stay up to date on her latest releases.
Our planet has hope.
Still decaying and barely inhabitable, but ours.
With the arrival of the females, we’re no longer lonely.
Well, some of us aren’t.
For the rest, we ache for what they have.
Peace. Happiness. Love.
But where the other unmatched Morts want a mate to call their own, I’m different.
Life cruelly made me fall for the one person I’m not allowed to have.
Bitterness and jealousy are my mates now.
I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I will always be alone.
Until my commander sends me on a mission to rescue someone very important to his mate—her sister.
A woman so different. So imperfect. So maddeningly defiant. Someone I have no interest in whatsoever.
This feral female will never own my heart.
Or so I thought.
Love always has a plan of its own.
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About K. Webster
K Webster is a USA Today Bestselling author. Her titles have claimed many bestseller tags in numerous categories, are translated in multiple languages, and have been adapted into audiobooks. She lives in “Tornado Alley” with her husband, two children, and her baby dog named Blue. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and researching aliens.
Nicole Blanchard is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of gritty romantic suspense and heartwarming new adult romance. She and her family reside in the south along with their menagerie of animals.
After nearly four years with Jeff, everything fell apart. For the first time in my adult life, I found myself single, scared, but liberated as well. Rather than stumble into another ill advised relationship, I would spend the next few months “finding myself” sexually. This is how The Rebound List came to be.
A virgin, a silver fox, a stranger and a threesome- These are the experiences I chose.
It’s my very own naughty bucket list. A series of challenges set for myself, to figure out what I want out of men and relationships. An excuse to let my hair down, and have a whole lot of fun with zero strings attached.
Will you join me on my journey?
The Rebound List is the second book in L. Moone’s Undateables series. This body-positive novel contains colourful language and casual sex.
The first real warning sign that our relationship was doomed came a few weeks prior to our fourth anniversary. During a chat with Sally—arguably my best friend as well as colleague—she speculated whether or not Jeff might propose to me. The thought filled me with dread. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t hate him. I actually kind of still loved him but the idea that this was all that life had in store for me depressed me greatly. There was more I had to do; more experiences I was yet to have.
Was he really planning to propose? I certainly hoped not because I couldn’t accept. No way. And I have always hated confrontations, so having to say ‘no’ was an extremely unpleasant prospect.
In a way, finding the inappropriate emails from him to an old lover had been a relief. A chance to make a relatively clean break without having to confess uncomfortable truths. I moved out within the month and found myself free but also apprehensive about what might be in store for me next. Would I find what I had been missing?
I wouldn’t make the same mistakes again. Starting a new relationship on the rebound, not fully celebrating my newfound freedom were definite ‘no-no’s. I needed a plan to figure out when I would be ready to settle down. A means of measuring whether I had lived single life to the fullest.
That’s how the list was born. While it mentions only the highlights, between the lines I intended to not just vary who with, but also how or where I would get it on.
Actually I’m omitting a few steps taken to get to this point; the depressing realisation that I was—for the first time in my adult life—alone in this world. The resulting evening spent with Sally, drinking wine, crying and complaining about how unfair life is, until a few glasses later her eyes lit up with the best idea ever.
Unlike most drunken ideas, this one was pretty workable. She asked me about my deepest, darkest sexual fantasies. She encouraged me to let my inner slut out and enjoy myself in ways I hadn’t been able to while playing the squeaky-clean committed girlfriend.
While we spoke our minds, our combined imagination or the wine, probably more the wine actually, awoke something in me. I could feel myself getting excited, blushing feverishly while listening to anecdotes of some of her less responsible exploits. She didn’t hold back on the details and I felt an urge grow inside me.
I wanted to be that girl: the one who walks into a room and causes heads to turn in her direction. She made me feel like I had this potential, in the way she described how she saw me. Not boring and average as I had felt all my life, but a rare and exotic beauty who could wield immense power over the male of the species. It was a revelation.
Playing with another girl was never meant to make the list, which is just as well because it happened way too quickly. The exact details of how that night ended are beyond my grasp; all I know is we woke up fuzzy-headed and half-dressed in my bed, with one of Sally’s arms draped across my chest.
This fact alone should probably have been a lot more awkward than it was. Instead of dwelling on blurry memories, we simply agreed that the night had served its purpose and that ‘we should do this again sometime’.
Anyway, back to the list. Some additions were clear choices I had thought about for a long time: hooking up with a virgin and an older guy for example. Other details came to mind after drunkenly bouncing ideas off of each other. These usually started with the phrase ‘wouldn’t it be awesome if…’
In the cold light of day, some of the excitement still lingered, however I had also lost a little confidence and started to doubt whether I could pull this off. Indeed Jeff was only the second guy I had slept with, and I’d be lying if I said that baring all in front of various men wasn’t at least a bit unnerving.
But I would cross that bridge in time, so I set about executing the initial stages of the plan. Sally had shown me a site she had used to hook up before, like a social network for dirty minds. To avoid any risk of early commitment issues, my backstory was decided to be that of a bored wife, looking for fun on the side.
I set up my profile with a suitably disguised photo, sparse personal details mentioning my supposed marriage and a well-filled list of sexual interests and kinks. The opening line was simply my newly adopted motto: No commitment, only pleasure.
The possibilities were mind-boggling. What kind of man would I like? Who would I look at in the street? I couldn’t form a clear answer; I don’t have a “type” only a long list of potentials, so I wrote down all I could think of. Long hair, short hair, beard, clean-shaven, fat, athletic, older, younger, black, white, anything in between. The whole point of this exercise was that I didn’t have to settle for just one; I could have them all.
Despite not showing any flesh in my photograph, it didn’t take long for friend requests and messages to start coming in. Among the inevitable stream of creepiness I had braced myself for, there were also more thoughtful messages than simply ‘show me ur tits’. Perhaps I would indeed find kindred spirits, to share my body with in addition to good conversation but without the expectations of monogamy hanging above my head.
When I logged back on after work on Friday, my inbox was full and my friend list had grown considerably as well. I felt empowered to explore more of the site, to join a few groups and read through some message boards. It surprised me how extensive the site’s membership was. I even found a group with local personal ads, which would keep me occupied for quite a while.
ABOUT L. MOONE
Realistic characters, pure emotions, true passion. Everything I write is about the characters: how they interact, what’s going on in their heads, how the passionate relationship develops and affects them. I don’t believe in keeping things hidden, or dressing them up just for show. Some of my characters are potty-mouths, most of them are less than perfect (yes, even physically). I aim to write a happy ending for all of them, without keeping anything behind closed doors.
Follow Rainey and Parker’s emotional and intense journeys as they discover sometimes letting go is the only way to find peace and happiness. Military romance with all the feels from bestselling author Gen Ryan.
When she fell in love with her high school sweetheart, Rainey Matthews thought it’d be forever. But life has a habit of sneaking up and throwing a sucker punch when you least expect it.
Parker’s military career has become his top priority, leaving Rainey behind while he pursues his dreams. A combination of Parker’s PTSD and his actions threaten to tear Rainey’s heart right open, and she can no longer keep it together.
As their lives twist and turn, both Rainey and Parker discover happiness will be an uphill battle. And love doesn’t always follow its original course.
The incredible Hopelessly Devoted series is available in a special anniversary edition box set for a limited time only, complete with a special note from the author.
About Gen Ryan
Gen Ryan is an international best-selling author that spends her days as a forensic psychologist filling the minds of college students with everything they need to know to be good at their jobs. From profiling to interrogation and ending with her absolute favorite, serial killers. Her nights, however, are spent crafting stories that will tear a reader’s heart out and twist their minds at the same time.
She brings a unique twist to romance, a twist always rooted somewhere deep inside the character’s psyche.