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Wordcount:                62,000

Publisher:                  Evernight Publishing

Genre:                       BDSM Romance



Master Nico Morelli, 54, knows most of his friends at the club jokingly refer to him as a wolf. He’s happy accepting the title but deep inside he longs to meet that one woman who would rock his world. A woman who would drop to her knees in submission in the bedroom but outside of it would be his equal.

Divorcee Elizabeth Cook, 53, goes to Silk Rope hoping to discover what’s lacking in her sex life. Instead, she finds a wolf. Frightened by the intensity of her feelings for Nico, she runs, knowing she’ll never see him again.

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, public exhibition, sex toys



Before Elizabeth could tell her mouth to be quiet, it answered his question. He dragged her into her office and pushed her against the desk.

“I want you naked before me. I told you I was going to fuck you the next time I saw you.”

Surely, he doesn’t mean to have me here? Now?

“I’ve waited too long for this.” He stared at her face. “Do you want this?”

This is my chance to say no, to push him away. I should stop him. She stared hungrily at his face. You fool. What did I do? I nodded in agreement. Yikes!

“Are you certain, mio caro?”

 Another nod, this time more emphatic. Nico reached for her zipper. Elizabeth tried to squirm away but he held her down, unzipped her jeans and pulled them off. Her panties were the next to go.

“A natural blonde.”

He smiled at her. Then he picked her up and stood her on the desk, pushing aside the papers on it. Her pussy was at the level of his face and he leaned forward to smell her. Then he pulled her down to her knees and spread her legs apart until Elizabeth was stretched naked before him, her arms tied behind her.

“This is how I expect you to be when we meet at my home or yours from now on. Your pretty wet cunt on display, ready for me, with your arms behind your back.”

Elizabeth cried harder now, mainly from anger with herself for not trying to stop him. All the more so because she was aroused and wanted him to do more. Her body kept betraying her every step of the way. Elizabeth couldn’t submit to this man, she couldn’t kneel before him as if he were a king, and yet, with every touch of his hands, her body obeyed. Why aren’t I screaming rape? Shouting for him to stop? Saying no? Instead, I’m accepting it all. It was as if her body gave him consent and at this moment her mind agreed.

“Hush, little bunny. I promise it will be wonderful for us both.”

How? How could anything be good when Elizabeth was naked, tied up, and spread on her knees before a stranger who was about to fuck her? She felt his hands untie the shirt, and her hands were free but still she did nothing to stop him. Instead, she caressed him, touched his shoulders, feeling the power under the shirt.

Then when he kissed her again, she lay one hand on his cheek as he began to kiss the tracks her tears had made on her face. Elizabeth felt a finger rub up and down her slit, then pressed the bead of her clit. She moaned into his mouth, one hand twisting into his hair. She didn’t want to but so help her, it felt wonderful and Elizabeth wanted more.

He pushed a finger into her oozing pussy and began to hook it to rub her G-spot as his thumb massaged her nub. A second finger slid in, then a third. Oh my, that’s so good. Elizabeth knew she’d come there and then as his fingers began to circle and push on her G-spot.

Elizabeth felt his mouth on her ear. “Come, my little bunny. Come for me now, I want to see you.”

© Suzy Shearer 2023











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Lost and Found


Suzy Shearer


One night of magic. That’s all they had together but it changed both their lives.


Multi-millionaire Oliver Maxwell, 51, despairs of ever finding the woman who stole his heart that night.


Renowned artist Simone St Ives, 46, also knows her life was forever altered by that one chance encounter.


Both doubt they’ll ever find their soul mate again. Because finding them seems impossible when all you know about the other is their first name?




“What the fuck do you mean, you can’t find her?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Maxwell, but with so little to go on…” The nondescript man facing Oliver shrugged his shoulders, his arms apart in a gesture of defeat. He looked hesitant as he added, “I mean we don’t even have a last name, and you told me you can’t even be sure she lives in this city.”

Oliver’s deep growl escaped his throat without warning then he sighed. He knew the private investigator was correct, but it didn’t sit easily with him. He had to let go of his anger.

He drew in several deep breaths then nodded. “I understand completely, and I’m sorry. I do know you’ve done your best.”

“If we just had something else.” The plaintive note in his voice wasn’t lost on Oliver. “Even a last name, a suburb, a place of employment. Anything.”

Hundreds of times each day, Oliver wished he had the same things as he replied, “Thanks. If I discover any of those you’ll be the first to know.”

Both rose and shook hands, with the PI scuttling as fast as he could from the office. Yep, he’s glad to leave. Oliver sank back onto his chair, laying his head on his hands. He’d tried everything he could think of during the past three weeks to find his mystery woman to no avail. He had to face facts—she was gone.

I need you, where are you?

One night, that’s all they had, just one night. But it would be burnt into his memory forever. No other woman would, or could, ever come close to her. His life had been forever changed by one chance encounter. Oliver’s mind went back to that night, as it had done so often in the last three weeks.

He still couldn’t remember why he’d gone down in the elevator … probably something to do with the charity auction he’d been involved in. When the doors opened on the ground floor, a vision in cream entered the carriage. Oliver couldn’t move, he just stared at her. She looked over at him, her vivid green eyes widened, and he felt a jolt somewhere around his heart. She pressed a button.

Her melodic voice sent shivers down his spine as she asked, “What floor?”

“Wherever you’re going.”

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Her mouth had opened slightly as she continued staring at him, taking one step toward him as if pulled by a huge magnet. It was as though they were the only two people left in the world. The doors began to close and Oliver quickly pushed forty as he stepped closer to her, his arm brushed against hers and she gasped. They both just stood there, so close to each other, staring into each other’s eyes. The elevator stopped and its doors began to open on the twentieth floor. She ignored the beckoning hallway and stayed looking at him. Upward they rode until they heard—ding, the fortieth floor.

To this day Oliver had no idea why he did it, nor why on earth she accepted, but he held out his hand and stood in the open elevator doorway. She looked at his upturned hand, then back to his face and with a smile that could have sunk a thousand ships, she put her hand in his. They walked in silence down the corridor.Somehow he managed to pull his key-card

from his pocket, then open the door to his hotel suite. He kicked it shut as they entered and the next second they were in each other’s arms. Her kisses were as frantic as his. They both tore at each other’s clothes until finally both were naked.

 © Suzy Shearer 2021

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Heat Rating : Level 4

Word Count: 89,700


She’d slept in, got covered in mud, almost set fire to the ladies' room, and then lost her job. So what else could happen?

Mia Bruce, 54, couldn't believe how bad her day started out but that chain of events led to something amazing—she started her own business!

Karl Miller, 55, multi-millionaire, business owner and bisexual partner to Liam, couldn't believe his eyes when he found the half-naked staff member in the ladies' room. Instead of a fire in the bathroom, he found a fire in his heart.

Liam Kelly, 53, world-renowned artist, and Karl's life partner, meets Mia on the worst day of her life. He's smitten as much as Karl. Now all the two men have to do is convince Mia she needs two men in her life. Seems easy?

No. Not when she dislikes Karl at first sight.

Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), m/m sex, spanking.     TRIGGER WARNING : Child Abuse


This is an erotic romance. There are explicit sexual descriptions and explicit language used throughout. It will offend some readers.



Mia Bruce’s day simply went from bad to worse.

To start with, somehow, she’d set the wrong button on her alarm and it woke her at four in the morning instead of seven. When Mia fell back to sleep after resetting it, she slept through three snooze buttons and ended up doing a mad dash to shower, dress, and then race for the bus.

Thinking the worst was over, she got off the bus alongside the large construction site opposite the huge office building where she worked for General Finance Corp. Unfortunately, it had rained heavily overnight and, as the bus pulled away, it drove through a large mud-filled puddle of run-off and soil from the dirty building site. One side of her dress from hip to hem, as well as her legs and shoes, were soaked with dirty brown water and soiled with large clumps of sticky brown mud.

Fuck! Can today get any worse?

“Probably,” she muttered while trying to brush off the worst of the mud. She thought about going back home but today was an important one at work so instead, after sighing, she climbed the steps to the front doors. A very dirty and angry Mia stomped into the office building then entered the elevator and jabbed the button for her floor. Two minutes to nine.

“Yay, made it on time,” she sneered, her voice full of sarcasm as she took the elevator to the thirtieth floor.

Today, the new regime began. The company had been sold to Tower Financials and rumors were rife there were going to be a lot of layoffs. Mia was the assistant to the big boss’s PA—a sort of PA’s A. The PA, Liz Chambers, dealt with the higher-ups while Mia dealt with the lower-downs. Liz’s office was in the breathtaking area with the bosses while hers was downstairs with the minions. Still, she liked the work and the company, having worked for them for the past fifteen years, and Liz was a great friend as well as her immediate supervisor.

Quickly throwing her bag into her bottom drawer when she was in her office, Mia surveyed the damage to her clothes. Damn. The mud and slush on one side stood out against the blue of her dress. Her legs hadn’t fared much better and her shoes were caked. She’d have to try to wash out the worst of the mud, especially knowing she’d have to face the new regime leaders. After making sure there was nothing urgent for her to deal with immediately, she raced into the ladies’ room. If she were quick, she should be able to clean up in fifteen minutes. The easiest thing to do would be to take the dress off, wash the muddy parts, and then dry it under the hand-dryer. And that was exactly what Mia did. Too bad if any of the girls came in. She needed the dress reasonably clean and dry.

Drying it was tricky, but apart from the hand-dryer overheating and smelling quite a bit, she managed to get the iris-blue dress dry. Now for her legs and shoes. Draping the now-dry dress over the paper towel dispenser, she washed her shoes and slipped them back on. Using dozens of sheets of wet paper, Mia began washing her legs. Bending over, her back to the door, dressed in just her shoes, red lacy panties, and matching bra, Mia heard the door open and groaned. Probably Tracy from the typing pool. She seemed to always be in the bathroom. There was a soft cough but she ignored her and finished washing her legs until she heard a much louder, deeper, cough. Looking around her legs without bothering to stand up, she got the shock of her life.

Casually leaning against the wall, arms folded and one leg crossed over the other with the toes balancing him, was a hunk. A fire extinguisher sat at his feet. She stood quickly and faced him.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing in here? Get out!”

© Suzy Shearer 2020




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