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Five Hot Firemen. One Scintillating Weekend of Anything Goes

Ladder 54

by Maren Smith, Raisa Greywood, Adaline Raine, Isabella Laase & Felicity Brandon

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Five Hot Doms. One Sinful Weekend. Anything Goes.

Blurbs:

The Dance Card by Maren Smith

It was a charity auction, the Crystal Cabin Club’s first ever Rent-A-Dom, and Rylee was bidding on nothing less than the love of her life. She had to cheat to win, but she got the Dom she’d always wanted. Now all she has to do is get past the guilt…

A Hero for Lauren by Felicity Brandon

He saved her once, but after Lauren wins a night with her fantasy firefighter, can Blake still be her hero?

Light Me Up by Raisa Greywood

Theo used to be Selene’s hero, but she doesn’t need one anymore, especially after he blew her off and moved across the country to get away from her. When she goes to Montana on business, she learns things about Theo that might make her change her mind about her childhood hero.

After escaping Greektown and his horde of well-meaning relatives, Theo is content in Big Banks, Montana. A chance meeting with a woman he’d left behind makes him rethink what he thought he wanted. Selene Alexiou fits none of his outdated stereotypes, but he wants her anyway.

When Theo and Selene meet for the first time as adults, chemistry isn’t the only thing sparking between them.

Sparked by Deception by Isabella Laase

Identical twins Claire and Claudia Siracusa can’t afford to bid on two Doms at the kinky Crystal Cabin auction, so they pool their money to win the handsome, stoic Declan Kennedy with the intention of switching places without his knowledge. Declan’s clearly attracted to his latest submissive but when their deception is revealed, he has two problems to deal and a whole house of kink to explore.

Rekindled by Adaline Raine

Dakota Channing returns to the sleepy little town of Big Banks hoping to gather enough courage to explain to her ex-husband why she left, instead she bids on him at a charity auction. Now she’s won a night with a Dom, in all the ways she could imagine, and even in some ways beyond her wildest dreams.

Troy Channing didn’t expect his ex-wife to come back home for a event at the exclusive CCC cabin, or ever. Can he forgive the love of his life for abandoning their marriage or will they turn their legal separation into a divorce for good?

Warning: Contains intense BDSM scenes, anal play, spanking.

Excerpt:

The Dance Card by Maren Smith

The cellphone on her nightstand buzzed. She looked at it, but she didn’t need to pick it up to know who it was. Walker had already texted twice last night, before she’d even got home from that disastrous auction. Now here it was, not yet seven o’clock, and already he’d texted again.

She couldn’t avoid him forever. She probably already looked guilty as hell. What woman in her right mind purchased the winning bid on the dom of her dreams and then ran away without claiming her prize? That didn’t make sense. Nothing she was doing right now made sense, and if she wasn’t very careful someone else was going to notice that. Then they’d start asking questions, and she’d crack. She’d never been any good at maintaining deception; she always cracked under pressure.

This was horrible. Rylee covered her face with both hands.

The phone buzzed again. Another text received.

She had to do something. She couldn’t just sit here and ignore him.

She reached for the phone, the last text received catching her eye and all but stopping her heart mid-beat.

Unless you want a refund…?

God, no! Did she deserve the prize she’d stolen? No! Did she want to give it back? Seriously, God and hell no!

She checked the message prior to the last and her heart stopped all over again.

Come to the window.

Oh. Shit.

Her heart leapt out of her chest to catch in her throat instead. Crawling off the edge of her bed, Rylee crept to the window. She peeked through the curtains the way anyone else might check the lawn for zombies.

A lawn full of zombies would have been easier to handle than the sight of Walker, dressed in tight-fitting jeans and a blue Ladder 54 t-shirt that showed off the mouth-watering breadth of his shoulders, the solidness of his chest, the trim of his waist, and every bulge and vein in his muscular arms. Popeye would be so proud.

He was standing just off the edge of her porch, a bag of donuts in one hand and a cardboard tray with two coffee cups in the other. Spotting her, he lifted his chin, painted on the kind of smile that could melt a woman’s panties right off her, and held his peace offering a little higher. “Morning!”

Shit.

Much as she wanted to, she couldn’t hide forever. Plus, he’d already seen her and if she hadn’t raised his suspicions yet, she would soon enough if she didn’t stop acting like a lunatic and start behaving like a normal, guilt-free human being.

A normal, guilt-free human being would go out there and talk to him.

Double shit.

Snagging her bathrobe off the foot of her bed, she pulled it on even as she hurried down the stairs. Tying it tight to hide that she was still dressed from last night—triple shit, she hadn’t taken off her makeup and her hair was still done up, but it looked a little ratty from the few times she’d tried to lie down throughout the night—she paused long enough for a deep and calming breath, and then opened the front door. “Hi,” she said, her attempt at a smile falling flat of its mark. She imagined she looked exactly how she felt as she watched Walker ascend the three steps onto her white-painted front porch.

His eyes flicked from her face, to her hair, to her bathrobe, and then back to her eyes again. She was still trying to coax her smile, but his was already fading.

“Have you not slept at all?” he asked, a touch of concern creeping into his tone.

“Of course I have.” Because why wouldn’t she be able to sleep? She slept all the time. Normal people slept. Rylee tried to laugh, that fell a little flat too.

Quite deliberately, using only his eyes, he directed her gaze to the bottom of her bathrobe. It was two inches shorter than her little black dress.

Crap in a hat.

Hugging the door in tight to her side, Rylee gave up on normal, polite, and smiles and went on the defensive. “What are you doing here? How did you find me?”

“Sophie gave me your address. And your name. All the things I didn’t quite catch from you last night.” The dark lines of his eyebrows twitched together. “Look, if you don’t want to do this, that’s fine, but I’m kind of curious. Why would you pay two thousand dollars if you didn’t want the prize? Were you feeling pressured?”

“No!” Rylee recoiled. “No, w-why would you… even think… what makes you think I don’t want this?”

He counted off using the fingers of his donut-sack-holding hand. “You ran away last night, you won’t talk to me, you haven’t returned my calls or my texts, and you haven’t invited me inside.” The fold of the paper sack now held pinched between his thumb and pinky finger, he arched his eyebrows at her and waited.

Crap in a hat with pickles on top.

About the Authors

Maren Smith

Fortunate enough to live with my Daddy Dom, I am a Little, coffee whore, pain slut, administrator at my local BDSM dungeon, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. An International and USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 120 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series.

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Felicity Brandon

Felicity is a #1 international bestselling, and award winning writer of dark, spanking romance. Head in the clouds, you can usually find her either plotting her next book, hitting the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music. She lives to write though, and is happiest creating desire and kink at her keyboard.

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Raisa Greywood

Raisa is an up and coming author of romance with a dark and naughty twist. Her heroes are sometimes flawed but always the alpha in the room, while her heroines are atypical and can take anything those bossy alphas dish out.

She is the winner of the 2017 “Ignite the Flame” contest sponsored by Central Ohio Fiction Writers in the Paranormal category. The one thing that Raisa most loves is tipping tropes on their ears and making fun of them. She also adores alliteration.

She’s lived all over the world but currently resides in the Midwestern United States with her husband, two irascible cats, and a big bay rescue horse.

Contact links

www.raisagreywood.com

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Isabella Laase

Cursed by a sarcastic sense of humor, Isabella works to blend her history loving, feminist side with the fantasy world of hot romance defined by the firm hand of a strong alpha male. Given choice within the confines of history and genre, strong women find balance in their lives while fulfilling their deepest sexual desires.

Isabella lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with her very patient husband. Two tiny dogs complete the family and have learned to sleep under a laptop to gain any comfort from her side while she balances a job, political activism, and steamy spanking novels in the course of a single day.

“Writing is like playing in a virtual reality dollhouse. You can create any character you want within any world, time period, lifestyle, and personality. You can dress them, undress them, build conversations, relationships, heartbreak and romance.

You are only limited by your personal imagination.”

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facebook.com/isabella.laase

OTHER MEDIA CONTACTS

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Adaline Raine

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