Thursday, August 15, 2019

REVIEW: The Obsession by Nikki Sloane

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The Obsession by Nikki Sloane
Release Date: August 13, 2019
The Obsession, the next installment in the scorching hot Filthy Rich Americans trilogy by USA Today bestselling author Nikki Sloane.
The Hale family is obsessed with status, power, and control. No problem is too big their money can’t solve.
Royce Hale manipulated me into giving him everything. My virginity. My hand in marriage. My heart.
And as soon as he got what he wanted, he callously sold me off for a cool ten million.
In the boardroom and the twisted game his family plays, he says the only rule is to win at all costs.
Yesterday I learned a painful lesson not to trust the prince of Cape Hill. Today I’ll destroy his carefully laid plans and show him just how badly he’s already lost.
All the money in the world won’t be able to stop me.


Shel: The second book in Filthy Rich Americans Series, The Obsession, did not disappoint. Ever since the jaw dropping ending of The Initiation, I’ve been eager to see what in the hell will happen next and I can confirm that Nikki Sloane continues to build my curiosity as she throws more twists and turns. I swear, every time I thought things were calming down and stabilizing, she’d amp up the insanity that is Macalister Hale and his deviousness. Court: I didn't think I could be more intrigued...but she definitely proved me wrong! The writing is SO GOOD! and kept me on the edge of my seat. The games these people play are crazy and the stakes are high, and we probably will never be able to predict exactly what will happen next, but I am just dead. Dead I tell you. And I cannot wait for the next one. 

Shel: You’ll speed through these pages trying to find out what Royce is up to. I’m still not sure that I fully understand or know which direction he’s going in and if this novel is any indication, there will be a twist to what he’s up to, for sure. And what about Alice? And Macalister? And that ending? And how will Royce and Marist get their HEA?  Court: YES! We know a little bit more than we did, but with every answered question...there are even more that pop up. Romantic suspense is kind of my favorite, so I am impatiently waiting for the next book in this series. Filthy Rich, and just filthy...this one kept us on our toes.

Shel: I enjoyed Marist showing more of a backbone when it came to her situation and even though her overconfidence in her ability to outmaneuver the Hales was a dumb move on her part, I love that she didn’t just succumb to their will. I cannot wait to see if she comes back swinging and how Royce fights for their HEA. I hope we have a long juicy read for The Deception, with lots of intrigue and twists. Court: Yes. She's figuring out that she has to fight hard, but some of these people have been at this a lot longer than her. I really love her character development though, and that she isn't giving up quite so easily. Still rooting for her, even though some shit got cray cray! Loved this one.

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Royce wasn’t amused. “What are you doing?” I’d run my palms up his spread thighs until I found what I wanted. He made a half-hearted attempt to push my hands away, but I was persistent, and he began to grow hard under my touch. He both did and didn’t want me to keep going. “I thought that wasn’t allowed.” I stroked the bulge thickening down one leg of his suit pants. “Technically, I only agreed not to while we’re at the house.” When I reached for his belt, his grip on my wrist was more serious. “My door’s not locked.” “But it’s closed.” There was office etiquette—a closed door was treated as a locked one. Plus, Royce was a Hale and sat on the board of directors. “Only someone with career suicide would walk in here.” I undid his belt buckle with one hand while cupping him with the other, and a nearly inaudible groan came from him. God, it was hot. He stared at me with his beautifully conflicted eyes, silently pleading for me to stop but also to hurry up already and get his zipper down. My unpracticed hands shook, but it was mostly with excitement. Outside the office window, sunlight bounced off the brownish-blue bay far below. He had Boston and his fiancĂ©e at his feet, and his fingers curled tight around his throne as I pulled him free from his pants. A big part of me was thrilled with this plan, no matter how risky it was. Macalister’s constant supervision and inappropriateness had left me feeling weak and powerless. I needed to take some control back. I’d push the rules just as I pushed Royce now. “There you go, Medusa,” he muttered. He tipped his head toward his lap and his rock-hard erection. “Turning me into stone again.” A half-laugh bubbled from my chest, but then I closed my hands around him and stroked downward. Last time I’d done this, he’d told me to do it like I meant it, and so I did now. I slid my firm grip up and down, wringing another moan from him. This was his purest self. The only time I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt he was being true. His body wouldn’t let him lie. He was breathing hard, and his maroon tie rode his heaving chest like it weighed fifty pounds. It was undeniable how we looked. The prince being serviced by one of his subjects. His heavy cock throbbed in my hands, and I relished the way it felt. So soft and yet hard. “Oh, fuck,” he said appreciatively, but then he glanced at his watch and torment twisted his face. “Fuck.” Rather than pick up the pace, I slowed my tempo. “You’re making me late.” An evil smile bloomed on my face. “Then go. I’m not making you stay.” “Oh, you aren’t, huh?” He gripped my hands and urged me to pump on him faster, both with his action and his furious eyes. “Harder,” he barked, “and faster. Finish what you started.” “I’ll do it how I want, thank you very much.”
About Nikki:
USA Today bestselling author Nikki Sloane landed in graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there.
Now she lives in Kentucky, is married and has two sons. She is a three-time Romance Writers of America RITA© Finalist, a Passionate Plume winner, a HOLT Medallion finalist, and couldn't be any happier that people enjoy reading her sexy words.
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Tuesday, August 13, 2019


We are beyond excited to be sharing this release from Kristen Ashley with you today! QUIET MAN is part of her Dream Man series and it is releasing as part of 1001 Dark Nights. It just went live today! Check out an excerpt and book trailer from the title below. Click here to grab your copy now.


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From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kristen Ashley comes a new story in her Dream Man series… Charlotte “Lottie” McAlister is in the zone. She’s ready to take on the next chapter of her life, and since she doesn’t have a man, she’ll do what she’s done all along. She’ll take care of business on her own. Even if that business means starting a family. The problem is, Lottie has a stalker. The really bad kind. The kind that means she needs a bodyguard. Enter Mo Morrison. Enormous. Scary. Quiet. Mo doesn’t say much, and Lottie’s used to getting attention. And she wants Mo’s attention. Badly. But Mo has a strict rule. If he’s guarding your body, that’s all he’s doing with it. However, the longer Mo has to keep Lottie safe, the faster he falls for the beautiful blonde who has it so together, she might even be able to tackle the demons he’s got in his head that just won’t die. But in the end, Lottie and Mo don’t only have to find some way to keep hands off until the threat is over, they have to negotiate the overprotective Hot Bunch, Lottie’s crazy stepdad, Tex, Mo’s crew of frat-boy commandos, not to mention his nutty sisters. All before Lottie finally gets her Dream Man. And Mo can lay claim to his Dream Girl. **Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you'll enjoy each one as much as we do.**  
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He picked up the paper, turned it over and read it again.
It stated, plainly, he was fucked.
More alarmingly, it stated, chillingly, Mac was in danger.
This was a problem more than it was already a colossal motherfucking problem.
Any other one of his girls, he’d pick up the phone to Lee Nightingale, the man behind Nightingale Investigations, the commander of the baddest badass motherfuckers in Denver. He’d hand over this letter and he’d get this problem solved.
But Mac was Charlotte McAlister, Jet McAlister Chavez’s little sister. Jet was married to Eddie Chavez. Eddie was Lee’s best friend. And Jet worked for Indy, Lee’s wife, the Queen of the Rock Chicks, and thus Jet Chavez was a bona fide Rock Chick.
Mac might not be a card-carrying member of the Rock Chicks, mostly because she had a job where she worked nights, the time those crazy bitches instigated the most fucked-up of their varying antics. Though they weren’t averse to mornings and afternoons. It was just that the stun-gunnings, kidnappings and the like mostly took place at night, and Mac was busy then.
She was still a Rock Chick, or at least she was by association.
Considering the Rock Chick link and the blood ties to Jet, if Lee knew Mac was in danger, he’d tear the town apart to put a stop to it.
And Eddie…
Now Eddie, Smithie didn’t even want to think about it. The man was a cop. The shit Lee and his boys did with flair and a flagrant disregard to just about anything, Eddie could not do.
But Eddie wouldn’t blink at doing whatever he had to do to make his sister-in-law safe.
And the man had mouths to feed.
So yeah.
This was a problem even more than it already was a colossal motherfucking problem because Smithie couldn’t call Lee.
Which meant Smithie had to find a different set of badasses to deal with it.
His first call would normally be the Chaos Motorcycle Club. Mac wasn’t one of theirs, neither was Smithie, but they had ties to Lee, they could keep a secret, and they didn’t dick around when it came to women and their safety.
But they’d just come out of a war, and like any war, that had been some serious fucked-up shit.
They needed a breather.
Lee, and Chaos, also had ties to…
“Well, hell,” Smithie muttered, the words on the letter blurring, the sick feeling in the back of his throat easing.
He dropped the letter and picked up his cell.
If you couldn’t call a badass…
Then it was far from second best to call a commando.


"OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!! I FREAKING LOVED IT!!!!!!!! LOVE LOVE LOVED IT!!! This was pure Old School Vintage KA GOLD!!!" ~Aestas Book Blog "[Kristen] Ashley captivates." ~Publisher's Weekly "There is something about them [Ashley's books] that I find crackalicious.", Kati Brown



Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA and nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorize and she hadn’t taken her first breath!). Her mother said they took Kristen away, put her Mom back in her room, her mother looked out the window, and Gary was on fire (Dr. King had been assassinated four days before). Kristen’s Mom remembered thinking it was the end of the world. Quite the dramatic beginning. Nothing’s changed. Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus, she’s blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched). Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up. And as she keeps growing, it keeps getting better.   Connect With Her: Website | Facebook | Instagram | Goodreads | Twitter | Bookbub

Wednesday, August 7, 2019

COVER REVEAL: Broken Knight by LJ Shen

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“Not all love stories are written in the same way.

Ours had torn chapters, missing paragraphs, and a bittersweet ending.”

Broken Knight, the highly anticipated new standalone in the All Saints High series from USA Today bestselling author L.J. Shen is coming August 25th, and we have the red-hot cover!

Luna Rexroth is everyone’s favorite wallflower.
See, under the meek, tomboy exterior everyone loves yet pities is a girl who knows exactly what – and who – she wants.
Namely, the boy from the treehouse, who taught her how to curse in sign language.
Who taught her how to laugh.
To live.
To love.
Knight Cole is everyone’s favorite football hero.
See, the daredevil hellraiser could knock you up with his gaze alone, but only has eyes for the girl across the street.
But Luna is not who she used to be. She doesn’t need his protection anymore.
When life throws a curveball at All Saints’ golden boy, he is forced to realize that not all heroes are knights.
Sometimes, the greatest love stories could flourish amidst the worst tragedies.
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L.J. Shen is a USA Today, Washington Post and Amazon #1 Best-selling author of contemporary, New Adult and YA romance. Her books have been sold to nineteen different countries.
She lives in California with her husband, son, cat and eccentric fashion choices, and enjoys good wine, bad reality TV shows and catching sun rays with her lazy cat.
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REVIEW: Coming Up Roses by Staci Hart

Everyone hates part of their job, and I hate Luke Bennet.

Coming Up Roses, an all-new must read enemies to lovers romantic comedy from Staci Hart is available now!



Shel: What do you get when you mix a person of optimism and hope and a person is a realist and runs on fear? You get Luke and Tess in Coming Up Roses, another great read written by Staci Hart. Court: Such a great read written, and it was a great novel right from the very first page! 

Shel: While this novel definitely has some of the humor we've come to expect in Hart's novels, this one felt like it had less of that and more sweet romance, more examination of the inner workings of the two main characters, and was tinged with an overall sense of big romance. I really enjoyed the all the various facets of Luke and Tess and seeing each of them grow and learn as the story progressed. They seemed like such polar opposites that it was fun to see him try to charm her, her try to resist him, and then their sweet romance when he finally wore her down. Court: Yes! The almost enemies to friends to what will happen next for these two was a beautiful ride. I couldn't put the book down from the moment I started it, and devoured it whole. There was so much to absorb and I really enjoyed the nuances we got and the pace we got them. The writing was just so brilliant. 

Shel: Additionally, Luke's family really rounded out the story. I liked the dynamic between the siblings and between the parents and the siblings and the parents. The Bennet family felt so warm and like the kind of family that anyone would love to be a part of. They ribbed each other, protected each other, and were so supportive of each other that part of this novel felt like a love letter to the family too.

Court: I agree, and the way that the entire family and secondary characters were brought in that it was my favorite kind of story. I love when the secondary characters are such a huge part of the big picture, and of course that means I am hoping and praying for more stories from this clan of wild and crazy Bennets'. 

Shel: And obviously, I'd be remiss if I didn't talk about the flower shop and how much research and vision Staci Hart had when it came to making that her backdrop. I loved the entire concept of the store, the greenhouse, and the family business. I could totally envision the most adorable flower shop with the best curated flowers in town...and I wish I could visit it in real life. Court: UGH! YES! And New York (and my love for it) was felt through every single page too. I really was engrossed in this story for so many reasons, y'all! I highly recommend a pick up asap! 

Shel: I'm hoping that this new book is the beginning of a brand new series about the Bennets so that I can not only see all of them fall in love, but I can keep tabs on how each of them are doing (because they now live in my heart and head). Court: 100% agree, I really hope we get the rest of the siblings stories as well..and wouldn't hate a little info on what's going on in Luke and Tess's world in the meantime. 

Shel: Good read!

Everyone hates parts of their job.
Maybe it’s the paperwork. Maybe it’s the day-to-day grind. Maybe it’s that client who never knows what they want, or the guy who always cooks fish in the microwave.
But not me. I love every corner of the Longbourne Flower Shop, every flower, every petal, every stem. I love the greenhouse, and I love Mrs. Bennet, my boss. I love creating, and I love being a florist. I don’t hate anything at all.
Except for Luke Bennet.
The Bennet brothers have come home to help their mom save the flower shop, and Luke is at the helm. His smile tells a tale of lust, loose and easy. He moves with the grace of a predator, feral and wild. A thing unbridled, without rules or constraint.
When he comes home to save Longbourne, I almost can’t be mad at him.
He doesn’t remember that night I’ll never forget. That kiss, touched with whiskey and fire. It branded me like a red-hot iron. But it meant nothing to him.
Everyone hates part of their job, and I hate Luke Bennet.
Because if I don’t, I’ll fall in love with him.
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I wanted to kiss Tess Monroe. I’d wanted to kiss her the second she walked into the shop a couple days ago, wearing overalls and a Cure T-shirt. I’d wanted to kiss her as I watched her scrub the wall with her little face wrinkled up in concentration. I’d wanted to kiss her when she fell off the ladder and into my arms. And all day today while we painted the shop, I only thought about one thing. I wanted to kiss her. And I was accustomed to getting what I wanted. “Did you hear me?” Kash asked impatiently. “Hmm?” He rolled his eyes, his long body stretched out on the bottom bunk in our old room. “Man, what’s with you?” “I’ve been scrubbing and painting the shop for two days. I’m tired.” “Right,” he said, “and the redhead in the overall shorts has nothing to do with it.” I leaned back in the wooden desk chair I’d taken up residence in, the hinge squeaking. “As if Tess Monroe would willingly give me the time of day.” He shrugged. “Seems to me like she’s given you the time every hour, on the hour, for two days. What’s with her? She was different today.” It was true. This morning, she’d walked into the shop, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to work with a smile on her face. She’d only insulted me seven times, and one of those was a backhanded compliment. My stats were down: the day before, it’d been twenty-three insults and a jab with a broom handle that I couldn’t be sure was accidental. Not that I was counting. “I dunno what’s gotten into her, but I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth. I’m just taking the boon and moving on.” “Man, she looked so cute with that bandana in her hair and paint on her nose. And her ass in those overalls…” He whistled up at my old bunk. I fought the urge to chuck my Batman paperweight at him. “So are you going after her or what?” Kash asked, smirking. “I just got her to quit treating me like a dog. Pretty sure anything more is off the table.” “Maybe I’ll go after her then. Think I’ve got a shot?” I snorted to cover my immediate fury at the thought. “She’s a girl with standards, Kash. If I don’t have a shot, you’ve got none in hell.” “Maybe she just needs somebody older. More mature.” “We were born in the same year, asshole.” “I’m just saying. Maybe she’s looking for stability. Everybody knows you’re about as stable as uranium.” “And you’re running your mouth like you want a foot in Uranus.” Kash laughed. “I’d love to see you try.” I eyed him. “You don’t actually like her, do you?” “Nah,” he said, smiling. “I just want you to admit you do.” A sigh of concession blew out of me, the pause filled with my thoughts. “We almost kissed yesterday,” I admitted. Kash sat up so fast, he thunked his head on the bottom bunk. “Goddammit—” He rubbed at his forehead “—Warn a guy before you go saying things like, I almost kissed Tess. I laughed openly at his misfortune, hoping it left a mark. “She fell off a ladder in storage, and I caught her. Topless.” His eyes bulged, hand still pressed to his forehead. “Tess was topless in storage?” “No, I was.” He rolled his eyes, chucking a pillow at me. I caught it midair and chucked it right back at him. “I’m surprised she didn’t deck you,” he said, fluffing the pillow before leaning back again. “Me too, if I’m being honest. She hates me. Hated me. Maybe still hates me a little.” “What’d you do to her?” he asked. At this point, the question was rhetorical—neither of us knew, no matter how many times we’d asked. “Who knows? But I think the last couple of days have helped my case. All I had to do was show up and not fuck up.” “Don’t worry. There’s still time,” he reassured me. “Trust me, I’m aware. I’ve been working on the installation for her in the back, and I’m both convinced I’m going to disappoint her and that I’ll knock her socks off.” “Or her bra. Think you can knock that off?” “If she were anybody else, I’d guarantee it. But Tess?” I made a resigned noise.77 He watched me for a second in that way he had about him, the quiet assessment that ran under his outward charm. It was a mask— that much I knew for a fact—armor to protect his soft spots. Everyone thought he was nothing but a girl-crazy flirt, just like me. But that was just how we liked it. Let them think we were empty. There was comfort in being underestimated. We were constantly set to impress everyone.
About Staci
Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life -- a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can't forget that. She's also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She's been a wife, though she's certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She's also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she's been drinking whiskey.
From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she's not writing, she's reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.
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Monday, August 5, 2019

REVIEW: Feast of Sparks by Sierra Simone

FEAST OF SPARKS (Thornchapel #2) by Sierra Simone Release Date: August 1st Cover Designer: Hang Le Photographer: Regina Wamba

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Shel: Whattheeverlovingfuck, SIERRA SIMONE. I am shooketh. The end of Feast of Sparks, y'all.

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Shel: And now we have to wait until .... not soon enough to get more answers?!?!?!! I'm gonna tear that book up when it hits my Kindle because OHMYGOD this book was so good and the ending was that good!!! I mean I suspected but to have what I suspected confirmed?! So good. Court: Girl, sames. I keep thinking I can't be any more blown away by Sierra Simone's writing and how she has the most beautiful ability to weave a very intricately thought out story and then I read the next book, and she one-ups herself. It is amazing how deep and intriguing this series is. I cannot get enough.

Shel: To back track a little, Feast of Sparks picks up immediately after A Lesson in Thorns and takes us up to the very next ritual. While the main focus is on the history of St. Sebastian and Auden, Poe, Delphine, Rebecca and Becket are never too far from the narrative and each have chapters that continue to delve into their characters more. And like the first book in this series, Feast of Sparks weaves mythology and religion and the various seasonal rituals and rights together in a way that enhances and mimics the stories of these characters. It's just a guess but I bet the middle books in the series can be challenging to write because they're not the beginning or the ending; this book didn't feel like that. It didn't lag or feel unnecessary. It furthered the plot and deepened the characters and continued to build on the broodiness of the first book. Court: It did. The web is even more tangled now, and the setting...the setting being this living and breathing thing that makes the characters acknowledge it is amazing too. I love all of these friends, and as we get to know them more and more and get more and more of the past to blend with the present and get a few answers and even more questions, just gah. So. Great.

Shel: The atmosphere is at times moody (I wanted it to be winter so that I could curl up with some tea and a roaring fire) and full of desire and by the end it's full of hope and spring and it's shiny and fresh and new and then you get to the last page and  Court: Dude. Moody is a good word. As is mind blowing. This one sticks with you with their hurts and pleasures and successes and secrets. All wrapped up. Whew.

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Shel: the novel kicks it up a notch and now you have to wait and suffer through wondering what Sierra Simone has up her sleeve to torture these characters with next. I CANNOT WAIT to see where she goes next. I know it'll be so good and I feel like it's gonna have some angst! Court: Lots of angst, and for once in my life I am welcoming it with open arms. Nothing is easy with these characters, and honestly...that is a good thing! 

Shel: Sierra Simone did not tell a lie when she said she put St. Sebastian through hell (as well as Auden, while also sexually frustrating Poe).  This poor guy is owed a huge HEA and I cannot wait to see how that goes down. Court: Living up to his name and his life has not been easy has it...I love how much in his head we are for this one. It's exhilarating. 

Shel: If you're new to this series, grab book one and throw all your plans to the side--because you won't do anything but read once you start. Court: Agreed. I highly recommend it as soon as possible! 
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Blurb: I’m an outcast and a loner, named for death itself. Fate wasn’t supposed to have plans for me.
But then she came back—the girl I once kissed in a thorn-covered chapel in the woods. She came back, and I could no more resist her than I could pry out my own heart. And by some trick of fate, she wants me as much as I want her. The only problem? She also wants the man who owns Thornchapel, Auden Guest.
And so do I.
Eight years ago, I did something to Auden, something terrible. He hurt me back the only way he knew how, and so here we are: our hatred seasoned with pain and my loneliness seasoned with longing. The only thing we can agree on is Proserpina Markham, and she wants us to find a way to be together—all three of us.
If Auden wants to earn her as his submissive, then he has to earn me as well.
But with the discovery of bones behind the altar and the carnal revel of Beltane fast approaching, it’s becoming clear that Thornchapel’s secrets are much deeper and older than any of us could have ever guessed. And no matter how bright and merry a feast of sparks may be, it’s always followed by ashes.
And darkness.


Excerpt: Shame, hot and prickling, needles everywhere at my face and chest and belly as I begin to bend down to the floor. The cool air that caresses my pussy is now everywhere as the position begins to expose my most secret flesh, and there’s no pretending away the reality of what I’m doing. I’m doing something I’ve never done before, I’m offering up the filthiest part of me for inspection, and despite everything the three of us have shared in the past twenty-four hours, I’m flooded with shame. It’s real shame now, not play-shame, and my safe word floats to the top of my mind, a buoy in the clear waters.
I don’t want to safe out right now, I’m nowhere near the edge, but it’s nice to have it there all the same. Reassuring. There’s nothing they can do that I can’t stop.
And anyway, this is who I am—who I’ve been growing into ever since I found the words to define it.
About the Author: Sierra Simone is a USA Today Bestselling former librarian (who spent too much time reading romance novels at the information desk.) She lives with her husband and family in Kansas City.

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