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Thief of Hearts Teaser

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BDSM Romance, Capture Fantasy

Date Published: September 20, 2024

 

 

They have nothing in common but a difficult past… and a taste for
unusual pleasures…

 

Once a Thief

The good girl: A successful district attorney with a reputation to uphold,
Katherine can’t afford to let go and indulge her secret desires.

The bad boy: Seeing Kate again makes Ex-con Jake Monroe want to live out
every kinky fantasy he’s ever had — with her. Jake’s determined
to tear down Kate’s walls, to push her past her limits. But Kate takes
him further than he ever imagined.

 

Still a Thief

Only Jake can scratch Kate’s secret itch for domination. But if she
lets him take their bedroom play into the real world, it’s only a
matter of time before her colleagues in the District Attorney’s office
find out.

 

Three s Not a Crowd

It’s Halloween, and Kate’s about to learn that three s not a
crowd, and if she’s good, maybe she’ll get a treat as
well.

 

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EXCERPT

 

Excerpt from Once a Thief

 

The door to Katherine’s office opened with a click. She looked up at
a tall man — tall, dark, and broad-shouldered, wearing a denim jacket over
a white T-shirt and jeans.

Jake Monroe.

Great. Just what she needed., a reminder of her ghetto roots. A reminder of
everything she’d worked so hard to leave behind.

He had the same curly black hair, cut short, and the same jutting angles to
his face. Age had added deep lines to his cheeks and bitterness to his brown
eyes.

And he looked much more dangerous than she remembered.

At least he didn’t give any hint of recognizing her. Maybe she could
keep it that way.

“I’m John Monroe.”

She closed his file and put it facedown on her desk. She wouldn’t
want to see a man like him get angry. No need to let him know she’d
been reading up on him — worse, she’d been looking at his rap sheet.
He’d done three years for his first offense. Armed robbery.

When he reached over her desk to shake her hand, she rose to greet
him.

“Katherine Kern. I’m an assistant district attorney for the
city.”

His big, calloused hand swallowed hers in a firm grip.
“Congratulations,” he said dryly, with an ironic lift of one
eyebrow. Still no glimmer of recognition, though. Maybe she hadn’t
been that memorable.

Even leaning across her wide desk, he towered over her. And he didn’t
release her hand after the perfunctory handshake. No, he held on while his
gaze raked her breasts. Blatantly.

She pulled away and motioned to the chairs that faced her desk. “Have
a seat.”

He did, leaning back and sprawling his legs in front of him as if he were
lounging on a sofa watching Monday night football. Even as a punk teenager,
he’d been muscular, but now… He’d really filled out, with
broad shoulders, a solid chest, and bulging thighs that strained the denim
of his jeans. Maybe he’d spent his time behind bars working out. Or
maybe he’d filled out naturally in the ten years since she’d
seen him.

Time had changed her, too. So much that he didn’t seem to recognize
her. Maybe he never would. She’d kept away from his kind in high
school. As tempting as the bad boys had been, she’d known better than
to play with fire.

She still knew better. Unfortunately. No wonder she hadn’t had a man
in years.

She sat down and folded her arms on the desk in front of her. “You
know why you’re here, John?”

“Yeah.”

He sounded resentful, like one of the kids he was supposed to help. Why had
he volunteered to be a mentor if he didn’t want to be here? Maybe he
hadn’t volunteered. Maybe community service was a condition of his
parole. “You’ll have to be a bit more communicative than that
when you talk to your mentee. Have you prepared anything to
say?”

“No.”

So much for communication.

After a long moment of studying his hands, he spoke. “I can ad lib
just fine. I want to sound natural. Natural and honest.”

“Good. Kids can tell when you’re lying to them.”

He shrugged. “I don’t have anything to hide.”

He stared straight into her eyes, as if he was challenging her. Defensive
— typical for an ex-con. She’d worked with a lot of them. No reason
to treat Jake Monroe any differently than the others, even if seeing him
again brought back a stupid rush of adolescent hormones.

She grabbed the file folder labeled Scott Hopkins and slid it across the
desk to him. “Here’s the boy you’ll be meeting
tonight.”

He straightened up and took it, then slouched back again and opened the
file. “Tell me about him.”

“He’s new to the program. His mom is in and out of rehab all
the time. His older brother supposedly takes care of him when his mother
isn’t home.”

“Is he in a gang?”

“No. He’s a loner.” At least he was curious. Maybe
he’d do a good job after all. “He’s been convicted of
multiple misdemeanors. Our goal is to prevent him from graduating to
felonies.”

“Like I did.”

She might as well be frank. “Exactly.”

He looked amused by her agreement. Full lips tilted up at the corners in a
little smile… almost a smirk.

“If you aren’t going to take this seriously, you might as well
leave right now. There’s no point in establishing a relationship with
Scott if you’re going to flake on him.”

He frowned at that. “I’m not going to flake.”

“You clearly don’t want to be here.”

“You don’t have a clue what I want.” He gave her another
long look, as if assessing her suit. Or the breasts beneath it. “How
did you get stuck with this gig?”

“I volunteered. These kids need all the help they can
get.”

“You’re a D. A., right?”

Where was he going with this? She nodded. “I’m an assistant D.
A.”

“So it’s your job to prosecute criminals, not to help
them.” He sounded like he thought she had the most immoral job in the
world. “Seems strange for you to be running a prevention
program.”

“I’d prefer it if the crime was never committed in the first
place.”

His eyebrows lifted. “Then you’d be out of a job.”

She didn’t have to take this. “We have five minutes before the
session begins. If you can’t be civil, you can wait in the
hallway.” And take those broad shoulders with you.

“Don’t get pissed off, Kate.”

“It’s Katherine.” Wait a minute. She hadn’t gone by
Kate in years.

His eyes gleamed. Now his lips wore a bona fide smirk. As if he recognized
her for the scared, uptight girl she’d been all those years ago.

“So you do remember me.”

His smile didn’t fade. “And you remember me.”

“Why didn’t you say something earlier?”

“Why didn’t you?”

About the Author

Gemma Woods has no spouse, no children, and no pets. Her family is
imaginary — she writes them. Outside her imaginary world, she enjoys the
typical author hobbies of reading, traveling, and fretting over her dying
houseplants.

 

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A Regency BDSM Novella 

Date Published: August 9, 2024

Publisher: Changeling Press

 

 

Pickpocket Tasha picked the wrong man to follow. After she witnesses an
assassination, the sexy killer ties her to his bed. Marcus wants answers —
who is she? Why was she following him? To his surprise, his pretty captive
enjoys all the sensual torment he metes out, and begs him for more. He’d
never dared to dream of finding a woman who matched his craving to inflict a
little pain on tender female flesh.

Tasha will do anything to save her skin. She’ll even let the masked man
holding her captive take her in ways she’s never imagined. She’s always
wanted a man to take command of her in bed. Tied up and helpless, she’ll
give Marcus everything he demands physically, but she can’t tell him all the
secrets of her sordid past.

Marcus demands more than answers — he wants her total submission. But can
Tasha trust the spy who spanked her?

 

Excerpt

Copyright ©2024 Gemma Woods

 

The gentleman did nothing in particular to distinguish himself, but Tasha
found her gaze arrested by him nonetheless. Certainly tall, brown-haired
gentlemen in somber evening clothes were a ha’penny a dozen at
King’s Theatre, but this man would draw her eye in any crowd. Not
exactly handsome, not with those arched black brows and slightly crooked
nose. Still, he looked as regal as a lord, standing proudly behind a buxom
lady with an elaborate coiffure. Purple feathers adorned her bonnet, the
frothy concoction all but obscuring his firm chin.

A military man? Probably not, although he did have the bearing of an
officer, with his shoulders back and his chest thrust proudly forward. In
the chattering, whirling crowd leaving the theatre, this man stood apart
like an obelisk. His stance was both proprietary and defiant, hawkish
features seeming to challenge anyone who dared encroach upon his property.
Property? Ah, he must be the woman’s protector.

The feathers fluttered away, and his stark blue eyes locked on Tasha.
Goodness, what a riveting look. She nearly put a hand to her chest in shock.
Did he know her for a thief? Those piercing eyes seemed to peer into the
deepest secrets of her soul.

Almost, she almost turned to run. But then his gaze slid away as though he
hadn’t noticed her at all. He inclined his head slightly to the right,
no doubt acknowledging a passing acquaintance in the crowd. The frothy ivory
cravat at his throat seemed incongruous, a touch of civility on a man more
predatory than polite. When he smiled, the flash of even white teeth
reminded her of the lion she’d seen at Astleys, restless animal energy
threatening from behind the bars of its iron cage. She could easily imagine
him snarling deep in his throat like that great jungle cat.

A sudden image of him growling against her bared breast made her knees go
weak. When he raised a long-fingered hand to lift the brim of his
hat… oh yes, she pictured those masculine fingers on her belly,
sliding teasingly lower…

Mouth suddenly dry, Tasha swallowed. The warm, stifling air could not be
blamed for the prickling flush of heat on the back of her neck. Bouncing
feather fronds obscured his face again, and Tasha leaned to the side to keep
his face in view. From this angle, only his mouth and jaw were
visible.

She glared at the giggling courtesan. Silly widgeon.

Ridiculous to envy a woman who earned her bread on her back, but sharing
her handsome protector’s bed could be no hardship. Watching his
expressive mouth quirk at some private joke, Tasha sighed. ’Twould be
a rare pleasure to lie with a man so confident and quixotic. It had been
long, far too long, since she’d bedded down with a man… and
longer still since one had cared to make the experience a pleasure for
her.

Another gentleman approached, a thin-shouldered, thin-lipped dandy with a
purple waistcoat to match the harlot’s bonnet. As the dark gentleman
stepped back, the newcomer took the courtesan’s arm. Ah, this was the
feathered widgeon’s protector. The hawkish man melted away as though
he’d never been near, moving back until he stood next to a circle of
young bucks. As Tasha stared, he somehow transformed into a gentleman of the
sporting set. Despite the wings of gray hair marking his temples, he gave
himself a much more youthful air, his shoulders slanting in a casual pose,
one hip slightly higher than the other. An insouciant smile curved his full
lips, and his stormy blue eyes narrowed in sarcastic delight as though
he’d been privy to the jest that had set the others chortling.

Tasha didn’t know him, but she recognized a person trying to blend in
where he didn’t belong. A kindred spirit. But oh, this man was a
master of the art. She could learn much from observing a chameleon of his
caliber.

She slowly worked her way in a circle around him, keeping her distance,
watching him transform time and again. Now a country squire, somehow
appearing portly despite his impeccably flat torso; now a weary veteran,
shoulders stooped, expression blank, eyes hollow. Never quite handsome, but
always fascinating. She could scarce look away. He moved through the crowd
until he’d scoured the entire throng, subtly altering his posture and
demeanor to blend in with different groups. And then, with an expression of
pure annoyance, he left through a narrow side door that led to the alley
behind the theatre.

Somehow, she knew that fierce scowl, that flash of anger, was the only
truth of the evening. The real man behind the mask of an actor.

Without conscious thought, Tasha followed him. She pushed through the crowd
with a single purpose until she reached the door, shoving it open with a
creak all but drowned by the chattering voices behind her. She glanced to
the left and squinted. Even though the sun hadn’t quite set, the
London air at dusk was gloomy from the smoke of thousands of cooking fires.
A horse whinnied, stamping one restless foot behind a cart blocking the
alleyway, but nothing moved. She looked right. Ah, there he was, turning the
corner at the end of the alley.

She rushed after him, her sturdy shoes clopping softly on the paving
stones, careful not to step in wet patches left from the afternoon’s
rain. By the time she reached the crossing street, her calves ached from
straining to keep her balance as she ran over the slippery pavement. She
slowed and eased her way around the corner. Would he see her? She could
pretend to be a doxy or go in the other direction to evade him
completely.

The thought of abandoning her pursuit gave her a pang of unease, and
she’d learned to never question her intuition. She had no intention of
letting him slip away into the dusk, never to be seen again.

His long strides had already taken him down the street to the outer corner
of the square. If she got too close, he’d hear her. Would he call the
watch? No matter. She hadn’t pocketed much from the nobs tonight, so
he would have no reason to suspect her. Perhaps he’d think her a
trollop and proposition her.

Perhaps she would accept.

Good heavens, that thought shouldn’t make her breath catch. More
likely he’d demand an explanation, and what could she say? “You
fascinate me?
” He’d think her fit for Bedlam.

No, she’d remain hidden tonight. Find his lodgings, then think of a
way to contrive a meeting tomorrow.

 

About the Author

Gemma Woods has no spouse, no children, and no pets. Her family is
imaginary — she writes them. Outside her imaginary world, she enjoys the
typical author hobbies of reading, traveling, and fretting over her dying
houseplants.

 

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A Sci-Fi Futuristic Women’s Fiction

Date Published: July 12, 2024

Publisher: Changeling Press LLC

 

 

Two worlds hang in the balance. Two love affairs will change both
societies. Forever.

For the Love of Rigah — Rigah, the most powerful woman on the world of
Prendara, has purchased a handsome Earther slave to serve as her consort.
Jason vows to resist and refuses to accept his role as Rigah’s
personal whore. But he can’t fight the passion she demands from
him… or the need to demand much more than passion from her. More than
she may be willing to give.

For the Heart of Daria — A human who’s lived under alien domination
for her entire life, Daria vows to rid Earth of the evil invaders no matter
what the cost — even if it means seducing a powerful alien sympathizer. But
Gray isn’t the monster she wants him to be. Yet despite the passion he
forces her to feel, nothing will ever convince her to trust him.

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About the Author

Gemma Woods has no spouse, no children, and no pets. Her family is
imaginary — she writes them. Outside her imaginary world, she enjoys the
typical author hobbies of reading, traveling, and fretting over her dying
houseplants.

 

Publisher on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok:
@changelingpress

 

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