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Heat Rating : Level 4
Word Count: 89,700
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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.
STORY EXCERPT:
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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Heat Rating : Level 4
Word Count: 75,060
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They ooze power, control, natural dominance - and sex. They are The Silk Rope Masters.
None have ever found love but watch out! When they fall, they'll fall fast and hard!
Sophie Laurent, 51, is filling in for her chef brother at Silk Rope when she comes face-to-face with Master Ash. A natural born Dom, Ash (Reyansh) Siddiqi, 53, is club co-owner. A confirmed bachelor, never been in love, never been in a relationship. He takes his pleasures without romantic involvement, and always only at the club.
But when Sophie stepped into the club chef's shoes Ash was caught and he fell hard and fast. He was besotted and acting like a teenager instead of the strong dominant man he was.
Unfortunately for Ash it was obvious Sophie disliked him. His heart broke as he tried to accept her rejection of him.
Ash decides he needs to be the Dom he is – strong and confident, then all he has to do is come up with a way to change her mind before her brother returns and she’s out of his life forever.
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, voyeurism, flogging, public exhibition
This book is not a cliffhanger. It can be read as a standalone but it does contain characters from the previous two books.
This is an erotic romance. There are explicit sexual descriptions and explicit language used throughout. It will offend some readers.
STORY EXCERPT:
“I think I’d better meet this beauty who has you all in a tizzy.” Ash left the other two and went wandering around the club. He thought he’d wait until around eleven before introducing himself to Sophie. There wouldn’t be as many demands on her time as most would have already eaten and she would be winding down for the night.
A little after eleven, Ash walked through the back door and into the kitchen. Sophie had just put something in the oven and had stood. Stepping back, she bumped into Ash and let out a scream of surprise as he grabbed her to stop her falling.
“Ah!”
“Oh, hell, I’m really sorry. I should have made a noise.”
An armful of stunningly beautiful woman turned her head and glared at him. Those amazing eyes stared directly into his and he caught his breath. He couldn’t take his gaze off her.
She wiped a hand across her forehead. “Merde, you scared me, I didn’t expect anyone in here.”
Ash realized his hands were still full with a thick lush body. With his arms around her, he felt her heart pound from her fright when he’d grabbed her. Now she twisted until he was forced to let her go. He held out a hand. “I’m Ash Siddiqi. Hi.”
“Oh. Sorry about that but you gave me a start. I’m Sophie Laurent,” she replied as she shook his hand, that slight French accent tickling his ear.
There was a look on her face that
surprised him. He was used to new
people staring at him like they were
kind of fearful, but this was something
else he couldn’t quite place. Surprise?
Dread? Shock?
“How is everything? Jake and Alex tell
me your brother is doing well.”
“Yes. He’s fine, although he’s a bit like
a bear with a sore head because he
can’t get around or do much.”
Calder came in from collecting used
dishes in the dining room and nodded
hello to Ash. “Evening, Ash. Have a
good break?”
Ash nodded as Calder went on, “Chef,
do you want me to wash up now or
prep for tomorrow?”
“Leave the washing for another fifteen
minutes. If you just load up the dishwasher, then we’ll start the prep.”
“Yes, Chef.”
Ash said, “I think I’d better leave you, I only wanted to say hello. If you need anything, just give me a shout.”
“Thank you, Mr. Siddiqi.”
“It’s Ash.”
She merely nodded and turned her back on him. Ash watched as she began sorting ingredients then he left.
The other two are right. She’s stunning! He couldn’t forget the feel of her lush body in his arms. He hadn’t intended to hold her but she would have fallen if he hadn’t. Then his arms had felt plenty of curves and an abundance of padding. And those eyes! Amazing color, a real vivid green surrounded by blue—light to dark on the outer edge. He couldn’t remember ever seeing ones like hers before. Ash went into the club proper and wandered through, but he couldn’t get those eyes out of his mind. She had full lips too—no lipstick, only delicious-looking lips that were a rosy pink color and simply begged to be kissed. Later, he stuck his head into the kitchen to say goodnight, but the place was in darkness and when he glanced at his watch, he saw it was after two in the morning.
Damn, missed her. I’ll catch her tomorrow night.
© Suzy Shearer 2020
ADULT EXCERPT:
Two Sundays after banning Ash from the kitchen, it was very quiet at work. The weather had probably kept a lot of members away. She and Calder had everything cleaned by nine.
“Calder, you may as well go home. There isn’t much left, only a few plates to wash. I doubt anyone else will come down for food.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. I’ll get out of here by ten-fifteen.”
“Okay then. I’ll see you on Thursday. ’Night.”
“Goodnight.”
Sophie tidied the kitchen and waited until ten before packing up. As she was about to leave, she pulled the pins from her hair and tossed her glasses in her bag. Then she decided it was a good opportunity to watch one of the scenes.
She wandered along the ground floor then climbed up the stairs and walked along the corridor, surprised when she saw Emily and Jake. They hadn’t been in since last week due to some family function they went to out of state and Sophie didn’t think they’d be here. She sat down to watch. Emily was face-down on a bench, her ass high in the air, her wrists and ankles cuffed. She wore a corset but no panties and Jake was using a flogger on her. Sophie knew it was a flogger because Emily had explained to her about various implements people use. Emily’s butt cheeks were angry-looking, streaked, and red, but obviously she was enjoying it, judging by the sexy-sounding moans coming from her. It shocked Sophie to discover how aroused it had her by simply watching.
Every now and again, Jake would whisper something to Emily and her little mewls would get louder. She couldn’t help but see he was erect despite the leathers covering his groin, and it only added to her own excitement. When he began fingering Emily’s asshole and pussy, Sophie had to push her legs together.
Jake must have used his hand in her pussy because the next thing, Emily was shouting as she came. Sophie thought Jake would let her up but instead, he picked up the flogger with one hand and kept his other between her legs. He was flogging her and obviously fucking her with his hand because she was twisting her head back and forth, mewling loudly as he kept it up.
Sophie thought if anyone were to come up to her now, they’d know exactly how much the scene was affecting her. Her breath came in little gasps and her heart thudded against her ribcage as if searching for a way to escape. Sophie peeped quickly around, not wanting anyone to see her this turned on.
She groaned—Ash. He was talking to another member down one end of the corridor but his gaze was on her.
Merde! I can’t be here! If he comes to me…
© Suzy Shearer 2020
LINKS - WHERE TO FIND SUZY:
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Publisher: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/suzy-shearer/
Publisher: http://www.bookstrand.com/suzy-shearer
Email her at: suzyshearer.author@gmail.com
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They ooze power, control, natural dominance - and sex.
They are The Silk Rope Masters.
None have ever found love but watch out! When they fall, they'll fall fast and hard!
BLURB:
Jake Nichols, 53, was so tall that Emily Miller, 49, had to crane her neck to look into his face. Muscular - he could pick her up in one hand and yet he held her as if she were a fragile bird.
And that's exactly what she was, a beautiful plus-sized woman with a pain so deep she's buried her emotions rather than face the tragedy that happened just a few months ago.
Jake was assigned to care for her by Master Ash, the head of Silk Rope and what Jake didn't expect was to fall in love.
But she was only in his safekeeping until she could fly on her own then he would have to release her.
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, voyeurism, flogging, public exhibition
This is an erotic romance. There are explicit sexual descriptions and explicit language used throughout. It will offend some readers.
STORY EXCERPT:
So here she was.
It was almost eight on Friday night, and Emily sat nervously in her car in the large car park. Would this be the same as either Threshold or The Lair? She hoped it was. If it was a lower classed place she definitely wouldn’t be coming back. Maybe she could find another club somewhere if that proved to be the case. Still she was hopeful. She couldn’t imagine the manager of The Lair, Bevan Fuller, transferring her to a lesser club.
Then she wondered for the hundredth time, “What the hell am I doing here?”
She still felt numb inside. With every emotion rammed down that hard, Emily couldn’t even cry. She actually knew how foolish she was, knew perfectly well the therapists, her family, were right. Time and again they’d told her she shouldn’t keep everything bottled up, should allow herself to grieve and move on, but she was far too frightened to face her pain.
Her weekly sessions with the therapist consisted of her sitting, staring into her lap or answering in monosyllables and refusing to utter one word about what had happened. In fact, she’d never cried, never shouted, never gotten very angry since that day. As soon as she’d woken in the hospital and given her statement to the police, every emotion, every thought of what had happened—her grief, every single thing, she pushed deep down inside her and refused to look at them. She held them down for so long that now she honestly couldn’t take the chance on remembering.
She was dead, and yet she breathed.
Sometimes in a lighter moment she thought of herself as a zombie. An animated corpse walking amid the living. But mainly Emily thought she was like a well-shaken bottle of soda pop with the lid screwed down tight. A slight twist of the cork and the whole bottle would vigorously explode, its contents scattering everywhere, never to be replaced. She couldn’t risk it, couldn’t risk her emotions, couldn’t set them free—the pain would be too great, and Emily knew she couldn’t handle it. She honestly doubted she would survive if at any time she was forced to face her past.
In the back of her mind she knew if she’d grieve, she’d be able to move on and live again, but instead she tortured herself by bottling everything up. This was her only escape now, coming to BDSM clubs—her haven. Sometimes she felt they were all that was left of her life, so at least she could vicariously live through its patrons.
It was strange, but those BDSM clubs now felt more like home than any house possibly could. Inside those doors in front of her she knew what would happen. She knew the rules, and she knew the outcomes. She knew exactly how people would react, how they would be toward her. She could sit and watch and know people would leave her alone unless she indicated she wanted company. No one would expect anything of her, and she could hide in plain sight. It was her secure place, the only one she had, and she knew it would protect her. It really was her safe house—impenetrable, sheltered. All those years she’d spent at Threshold only reinforced the idea. A club was her sanctuary, a place where, even if only for a few hours, she could pretend she was still alive. A place where she could hide among the living.
But at the same time, she wondered, would she ever be able to return to the woman she was?
The one who laughed, who enjoyed life and lived it to the fullest? Or was she destined to remain empty, afraid of showing any sort of emotion, afraid to face her heartache? Terrified of the floodgates she was sure she could never hold back if she allowed one iota of emotion, of agony, of her grief to slip through.
Finally getting out the car, she walked up the stairs that fronted the huge Georgian mansion. Clutching her coat a little tighter, she entered the warm foyer. Behind a desk a large, burly man smiled warmly at her.
“Good evening, Miss.”
“Hello. My name is Emily, Emily Miller. I believe the owner from The Lair, back east, contacted your manager about me transferring from there to here?”
© Suzy Shearer 2018
ADULT EXCERPT:
Opening her eyes, she took in the scene in front of her. A tall, shapely woman, a Domme. Her sub, naked, his wrists bound to hooks on the wall, was standing with his legs well apart, ankles fastened by a spreader bar. The Domme plied a flogger across his chest and then his thighs. As Emily watched, a flick across his testicles. He grunted. Another flick, this time the Domme wielded it upward and over his legs, catching his penis as well. His mouth opened in a silent scream as she landed a second on his cock.
Emily idly wondered what it must be like for a man to have his dick flogged, his balls whipped? Even from this distance Emily could see sweat on his face, the sheen of it glistening across his chest, as his Domme switched to a crop. A few gentle “love pats” on his nipples then thwack!
Between his legs again and this time his scream rang around the area, but Emily noticed, if it was possible, his erection seemed even harder. A few more hits, then the Domme took his face between her thumb and fingers, and she kissed him. A savage kiss that had him begging for another when she stepped away. Instead of a kiss, she grasped his cock, twisting it, pulling at it until he pleaded for release. She shook her head.
“You were a very bad boy, Brian.”
“Please, Mistress. Please.”
“No.”
His plaintive begging echoed as she hit him with the crop again, and he sagged against his restraints, disappointment radiating from him. She stepped next to him, her lips close to his ears. Emily strained to hear her words, leaning forward to catch them.
“You’ve taken your punishment like a good boy. I shall let you fuck me, but I haven’t decided yet if I shall permit you to come.”
Emily saw how the words affected him. His smile lit up his whole face as she undid the restraints. He fell to his knees, and taking her hands, he kissed them.
“Thank you, Mistress. Thank you.”
The Domme made him stand. Emily could see he was wobbly on his feet, his erection still hard and strong. The Domme didn’t give him a moment to recover, and instead she led him away after making him carry her bag of tricks.
© Suzy Shearer 2018
