Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Discipline and Maggie Carpenter Return to Wicked Wanton Wednesday.

 The lovely and talented Maggie Carpenter is back on WWW with a tantalizing excerpt of her newest release; Disciplining the Director’s Daughter.  Mmm, mm, doesn’t the title just do something to you?  Hopefully, it has you hopping right to the Big A to 1-click, but if you need more temptation, read on and check out the awesome trailer at the end.

As a side note, I freaked when Maggie sent me her cover because I had picked out the same cover photo for my new release.  Great minds (not to mention lustful because that couple is HOT) think alike.  Back to square one for me and to the top of the rankings for Maggie and her awesome cover.   

Disciplining the Director’s Daughter

With the glamor and intrigue of show business as the backdrop, Disciplining the Director’s Daughter is a blazing story of a romantic seduction by a skilled Dominant, and the riveting submission of a young woman who pushes past her pride to surrender to the man who has stolen her heart.

Still not convinced?  Tsk tsk tsk, you must not know Maggie and her wicked turn of phrase or witty dialogue or her steamy hot sex scenes and those spankings, then there’s her smoking hot Doms.  sigh…

Uh, Maddie?



Mm, hm?

Hey, Maddie!

What the... ???

 You’ve got a book to promote.

Oh, yeah.  Sorry.  
Maggie’s hot Dom and excerpt got to me.  <giggle>  
Let’s move on to the excerpt.  Shall we…    

The kiss was tender and warm, the softest kiss she’d ever felt, and as he glided his mouth across hers she could feel his hardness pressing against her. It spurred her to respond, and leaning into him, she slipped her tongue into his mouth. The depth of their mutual need surfaced, firing the gentle kiss into a fervent act of passion. Her hands clutched the back of his jacket, and his fingers, still wrapped in her hair, pitched her head sideways as his lips traveled from her mouth to her neck. With the hunger of a vampire, he began to devour her.
        “Kylie Hartman,” he mumbled, “you have such a lustful, passionate soul.”
        “I, uh, don’t know what to say,” she uttered.
        Pulling back, he studied her face, but the darkness made it difficult to see her eyes.
        “You know what I promised you,” he said, his voice dark and husky.
        She caught her breath, and his words began tumbling through her brain, sending her butterflies into a frenzied dance.
        “Uh, what promise?” she quivered.
        “You know very well,” he murmured. “I keep my promises, and now I’m going to give you an appetizer.”
        “You are?” she quivered.
        “I am, but you have to ask me.”
        “No! Ask you? No!” she whispered breathlessly.
        “Yes,” he said gruffly, giving her hair a slight tug.
        “Oh, Zach, must I?”
        “Question me again and I’ll drive you home.”
        He’s going to make me ask him. It’s like, there’s no room, no choice. If I want this, I have to ask him.
        “I’m waiting.”
        “Ooh, please, Zach, will you...?”
        “Will I what?”
        “I can’t say it,” she bleated.
        “Of course you can. Whisper it in my ear.”
        “You know I want you to, uh, keep your promise, so why are making me ask you?”
        “Come on, we’re leaving,” he declared dropping her hair and turning away.
        “Wait! No,” she said urgently, grabbing the sleeve of his jacket. He paused, then slowly turned around. “Please will you spank me?” she whispered.
        “Finally,” he said softly, and moving back to stand close to her, he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out his small strap.
        “An appetizer,” he repeated.
        Shifting her sideways, he placed his left arm around her waist and gently bent her over. Lifting her coat but leaving her dress in place he slapped the strap across the center of her backside, paused, then slapped it again a little harder.
        “Do you want more?” he asked.
        “I, uh, yes,” she bleated.
        “Yes, please,” he corrected her.
        “Yes, please.”
        He swatted her again with a little more force.
        “Ooh, yes, please.”
        Lowering the target area, he landed one more.
        “Yes, please.”
        “Yes, please, Sir,” he said firmly.
        “Sir? I have to call you, Sir?”
        “If you want one more,” he replied.
        “Again, please, Sir.”
        He gave it more bite, and received a wriggle in response.
        “Oh, must you ask me every time?”
        “No, you’ve got that backwards. You must ask me.”
        She sighed in resignation, then whimpered,
        “More, please, Sir.”
        To her surprise, he straightened her up and put his arm around her shoulder.
        “We’re going back to my place.”
        “We are?”
        “Yes, we are. It’s time to do this properly.”

The blurb from Disciplining the Director’s Daughter

Jessica Hartman is the indulged daughter of an Oscar-winning director, and having just graduated from an elite show biz college, she is eager to start her career. On the last day of school, she’s delighted to find Zach Taylor waiting for her. Zach is the head of Motion Picture Development for a successful production company, Titan Pictures, but Zach is more than a potential employer; he is a man for whom Jessica carries a flame.

Hopeful he’s there to talk about a job, to her shock and utter embarrassment he casually offers to spank her. Mortified at his suggestion she is completely flustered, and worried about her driving in such a state he jumps into her car, refusing to let her leave until she calms down.

So starts the sizzling romance between Zach Taylor, a skilled Dominant who finds himself inexplicably drawn to a young woman desperately in need of discipline, and Kylie Hartman, a spoiled Hollywood brat who is intensely attracted to the strong-willed, Clark Kent look-a-like.

Joining them in this salacious story is Anna Lee Pickford, a nervous young starlet who has found solace and support from regular trips over Zach’s very competent knee, and Angelo Frattiano, a hunky Italian actor in search of true love.

Glimpses of the darker side of Hollywood, and a drug-addicted vengeful former employee of Titan Pictures, add drama and suspense to this tantalizingly torrid tale.

As promised;  the awesome trailer at the end.  Thanks so much for being on again Maggie.  This book looks incredible.  Can't wait to dig in.


Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Isabella Kole Spices Up Wicked Wanton Wednesday

Today, I welcome first time guest, Isabella Kole, to Wicked Wanton Wednesday.  Having a new guest author on my blog is always fun, although I'm scratching my head trying to figure out how Isabella and I have missed each other until now, especially since we have similar haunts on FB and the erotica publishing world.  

I did do a little internet stalking (friendly and innocuous, nothing creepy, I swear) in prep for this post and found out that Isabella has several main stream titles published (18 if I counted correctly) under a different pen name.  I am not at liberty to divulge that name, we'll have to leave that up to Ms. Kole.   Congrats on quite a prolific writing career, btw!   

So it seems, Ms. Isabella has decided to take a walk down the wild side with us for a bit.  Or, should I say the naughty side?  LOL  Either way, I'm glad for a chance to get to know you.   

The Marshal and the Heiress


Marshal Luke Prescott has searched for his young bride's murderer for five long years, to no avail. When feisty heiress, Clarissa Birmingham, breezes into his town, he finds himself drawn to her, exasperating as she may be. Headstrong and impetuous, the young beauty quickly learns her she will heed Luke’s warnings or she will pay the price.

But when Clarissa's long-lost older brother is arrested after a drunken brawl, it is revealed he knows who murdered Luke's wife. Clarissa finds out that her impetuous ways lead her into a danger she may never recover from.

Will Luke be able to save her before he loses another love?


“So tell me, Marshall Prescott, what does one do for entertainment around here?” Clarissa asked as she placed two sugar cubes into her hot tea and began to stir.

“I’m sure you’ll find the local church to be of some assistance there. The ladies get together to make quilts, have socials and dinners.”

“I see. Are there dances?” she asked as she took a sip of the hot, sweet liquid.

“I reckon there are the occasional barn dances.”

“You don’t seem to know much about what goes on in the social circles here.”

“I’ve only been here a few months myself, ma’am. I’ve been busy working. I’m sure once you begin your teaching assignment you’ll be busy, as well.”

“I won’t be teaching all the time. I’ll have my evenings and my weekends free. I don’t intend to sit in my room.”

“No, I don’t imagine you will. You’ll not find the theatre or any of the social events you’re likely accustomed to in these parts.”

“I’ll have to make do, now won’t I, Marshall?”

After their supper arrived, he advised her again to seek out the local church for her social activities.

“Sounds a bit dull to me,” she said as she cut her steak into tiny pieces.

“You chose this life. I reckon if it’s not to your liking, we can look for another teacher for the town’s children.”

“I’m not a quitter, Marshall Prescott. I’ve said I’ll do it and I’ll see it through. I’ll just have to find my own fun.”

“Now, you listen to me, young lady. I assured your father that you would be protected here. If you start going to unsavory establishments looking for a good time, you and I are going to have to have a meeting of the minds.”

“Now, that’s the best offer I’ve had since I arrived,” she said with a coy smile as she turned her attention to the food on her plate.

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Author's Corner

Maddie:  Another author new to the corner today <rubs hands together with glee>.   I love getting to know new authors. Thanks for participating, Isabella.  Let’s jump right in.

We’re here to talk about The Marshall and the Heiress, Isabella Kole’s newest release.  What inspired your latest storyline?

Isabella:  My daughter, actually. She sometimes throws out ideas for story lines and she told me she wanted a murder mystery set in the 1800’s, but with some Isabella spice added to it.

Maddie:  Personally, I love a western romance and they are very popular.  What sets yours apart? 

Isabella:  In The Marshal and the Heiress, our hero, Luke, is mourning the brutal murder of his death and unborn son. Clarissa, the heroine, is sort of forced on him as her father, an influential man, requests that Luke, as the Marshal of the town his daughter is moving to, watch out for her. Luke is not happy about this turn of events and even more unhappy when he realizes our heroine is quite a handful.

Maddie:  Often times in the genre, the women are flawed or have past trauma and the hero helps them overcome.  What about your hero, Luke?  What do you see as his biggest character flaw, if any, that Clarissa helps him overcome? 

Isabella:  Ah, Clarissa teaches him to love again. She softens his hardened heart and shows him there can be enough love in his heart for another.

Maddie:  Very romantic, I’m a sucker for a hard-hearted hero, too.  I think a lot of women are.  We have to get right in there and save them and show them what they’re missing.  <sigh>  What about your heroine?  What is her biggest strength?  Is there any of Isabella in Clarissa Birmingham?

Isabella:  Isabella has been known to be quite headstrong and stubborn in the past. LOL

Maddie:  Your cover is awesome.  I can almost hear the school bell ringing J.  How much input do you have into title and cover art?

Isabella:  I fill out a cover art form from my publisher, telling them what my characters look like in my head. I also send photos to give them an idea of what I want. The schoolhouse was my idea, they chose the couple, based on my description.

Maddie:  Pictures are indeed worth a thousand words.  I find the artist sometimes can’t capture what we want without a few pictures. 

How do balance writing with your home life?

Isabella:  Not an easy task as I work a forty hour a week day job. I spend evenings and weekends writing, taking a break if I’m getting overwhelmed, from time to time. Generally, I set a goal as to when I want a book finished and once it’s been submitted, I take a few days away from it before starting a new WIP.

Maddie:  What is your biggest challenge as an author?

Isabella:  Getting my name out there.

Maddie:  Well, Isabella, you’ve come to the right place.  J  I’m all about the promoting.  LOL

What is your #1 guilty pleasure?

Isabella:  Oh, but I have so many…

Maddie:  Now that was a tease.  You’re supposed to save that for your books and tell all when you’re in Maddie’s corner.  <pout>.   If you had to freedom to set up the perfect authors nook where you could create without interruptions, where would it be and what would it look like and?

Isabella:  A secluded log cabin in the mountains…

Maddie:  I live in the mountains.  Care to join me at a nice sunny, sandy, beautiful beach?

Tell me 5 fun facts, about yourself that people close to you don’t know.

1.)  I am not a patient person.
2.)  I am easily hurt, as I tend to give people the benefit of the doubt too many times.
3.)  Road trips are my favorite thing and if I could afford to, I would live my life on the road.
4.)  I never in a million years, ever thought I would have as many books out as I do or be writing under two pen names.
5.)  My two pre-teen granddaughters think it’s overrated when I go to author events and readers are excited to meet me. Their take on it all is, “She’s just Nana.”

Maddie:  Thanks so much for joining me today, Isabella.  Good luck with The Marshall and the Heiress.  

Stop by next week when my guest author will be the lovely and highly prolific, Maggie Carpenter.

Have a great week and happy reading!

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Morganna Williams Brings Naturally Naughty to Wicked Wanton Wednesday, Oh Yeah!

Vicks Vapor-rub, apply liberally to where???   Morganna Williams proves its not just for coughs due to colds any more, bwah ha ha!

She's back today to share another hot excerpt from her latest Amazon Best Selling erotic romance.  

Congrats on another hit, Morganna!

Morganna:  Thank you so much for having me over today Maddie, I’m so excited about my new release Naturally Naughty. It’s stylized like a spanking situational comedy so each chapter or episode has a spanking in it. The book is a series of episodes that follow Landon and Shannon as they meet and fall in love along their journey to the ultimate happy ending.  In the excerpt I’ve brought today, Shannon has done something dangerous and Landon is about to show her that naughty girls get their bottoms punished inside and out.

Naturally Naughty

Shannon has longed for a man strong enough to take her in hand for years, but nothing comes of her fantasies until a minor run-in with the law—and with hunky police officer Landon Bridges—ends up leaving her with blushing cheeks and a well-spanked bottom. Shannon’s sore behind doesn’t keep her from going out with Landon, though, and she soon discovers that having a firm-handed man around can have dire consequences for her backside when she is naughty.

Although a sound spanking is something Shannon seems to receive almost daily, Landon is not opposed to teaching her more intimate and embarrassing lessons should the situation warrant it… and the situation often does. But while Shannon’s misadventures give Landon many opportunities to put her over his knee, the punishments only serve to heighten their desire for one another. Has Shannon truly found the man of her dreams, or is Landon too good to be true?

Publisher’s Note: Naturally Naughty is a combination of erotic romance and romantic comedy that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


Landon nodded and grabbed the hand I’d stroked his cheek with, placing a light kiss on my fingers before letting it go and turning me toward my bedroom with a stinging swat to my bottom. “Go get your hairbrush and bring it to me.”
“What!?” The man really knew how to take a sweet moment and tear it up!
“You heard me.”
One glance over my shoulder at his implacable face had me scurrying to do as he said. I frowned as I handed him the square-backed wooden hairbrush. It was a wonderful brush, felt great against my scalp when I pulled it through my hair, but somehow I didn’t think I would get that same relaxed feeling from it being used on my backside.
Landon wasted no time; soon he was seated on the couch with me draped over his thighs, bare bottom high and ready. He started in with the brush immediately. I cried out from the first searing contact.
Landon made sure not one inch of my bottom or upper thighs felt neglected. The brush was applied everywhere equally and repeatedly. The awesome sting it left in its wake had me bucking across his lap as I tried in vain to avoid the brush.
He held me in place easily and tucked my kicking legs between his own to help me hold still. My Landon was nothing if not considerate.
I bawled and squawked and howled and screamed and still the brush fell; my bottom felt like it was never going to be the same again. 
I caught patches of his lecture as he paddled me: “flip-flops… tire maintenance… following strange men… future call me… get a jack… proper spare…”  
I’m sure he said more, but really, how can a girl be expected to pay proper attention when her bottom feels like it could keep the superconductor running for a month with its heat?  The brush finally stopped falling, but then the unthinkable happened. I felt Landon part my bottom cheeks with one hand and one finger began to press insistently against my puckered hole.
“No, Landon! Please don’t!” I wailed, mortified by this new indignity. Sure, we’d been intimate and even done a little anal play, but this was different.
“Naughty girls get their bottoms punished inside and out,” Landon said firmly as he continued to press against my vulnerable little hole until it relaxed enough to let his finger in. A burning coolness invaded along with his finger, making me gasp. “What’s that?” I cried, wriggling frantically.
“Vicks Vapor-rub. I thought it would help me make my point,” he told me as he began to thrust his finger in and out of my ass while I whimpered. I breathed a sigh of relief when he withdrew his finger completely, only to whine and plead when he returned with two and began to take my bottom in a punishing rhythm.
As I took my punishment I began to become embarrassingly aware of the growing wetness between my thighs. I didn’t enjoy the pain of spanking or of having my tender asshole punished, but being taken so completely in hand by my man never failed to trip my trigger.
“Do you think you can remember to take better care of your car and yourself in the future?” he asked as his fingers pressed deep, making me groan.
“Yes, sir!” I promised fervently.

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Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Range War Erotica with Harry Lime on Wicked Wanton Wednesday.

Harry Lime brings the old west to his erotic writings in the third in his western series with 

Barbed Wire Showdown.  

Told in the old west style, its raw, brash and very explicit.

You have been warned <wink>

Summary: This is the third Western Erotica genre e-book published under the Harry Lime name. Harry writes in many different Erotica modes from Historical to Contemporary and even Science Fiction. His Western Erotica is mostly of the Historical category with an emphasis on good old-fashioned “poking” of the Cowboy kind. The element of Romance is not high on the list in the violent atmosphere of the range war blazing around the main female character of Sheriff Dixie Hardin but she is subject to a depth of passion that matches her strength of character and sheer grit to get justice for her friends and neighbors and the other peaceful residents of the valley. Dixie is a girl that knows exactly what she wants and she doesn’t let the odds stop her from avenging the harm done to her family by dishing out “Frontier Justice” behind a pair of hair-trigger six-shooters. 


Dixie was not one much to taking to such foolishness but she noticed the rider Butch was one of those loose and devil-may-care range riders who treated life like a book opening up for their enjoyment. She did her best to knock off some of the dust from the dirty fence raising job and smiled like an idiot girl waiting to be invited to the dance.

“So this is the new sheriff?” mused the tow-haired youth. 

He was sitting with one leg pulled up across the saddle like he needed some rest for his hip and his knee. Hector and Jethro were both on the slender side for young looking western boys but Butch was built like a solid cord of wood real skimpy below the belt with long legs and up on top he had shoulders that belonged on a lumberjack. She could see why the boys were bragging on his expertise in a face to face knuckles fight because his hands were rugged and huge. They were not at all like a gunfighter’s hands that tended to be long, slender and soft like a girl’s tender bottom. A lot of the hired guns out at the Rocking “R” were in the habit of wearing thin leather gloves and she knew from experience that was a dead giveaway of their gun slinging ways.

Suddenly, Dixie knew it was time for her to learn more about men and why they wanted to put their hands all over her lush young body. She knew all about the birds and bees and she had been clued in by the nasty twin female sisters who lived right next door to the parson. They were always talking about “cock this and cock that” and telling her it was better to take it in her backside and not worry about getting pregnant. It all seemed like a lot of foolishness to her but now that she felt some strange tingles just looking at Butch sitting with his crotch spread wide open on top of his horse, she knew she wanted him to give her some new information on the “doing it” thing that the Anderson boys were always pestering her about. 

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Service and Submission with Nordic Nanny Inga on Wicked Wanton Wednesday

A great big Wicked Wanton Wednesday welcome to Megan Michaels, erotic romance author extraordinaire.  Today, we’re taking a peek at her latest sexy offering of the BDSM variety; Mastering Inga. 

What a visual the title creates.  Were you thinking this...   

or this...   

or this? 

Then, you're in for a treat with

Mastering Inga


Hi Maddie, it’s nice to be on here today, thank you for having me on with my new book Mastering Inga!  A little bit of history on why I wrote this book. Back when our kids were infants and toddlers, we had decided that we should take out enough life insurance on me, as a stay-at-home mom to cover him getting a cleaner, cook, and/or live-in nanny. My husband, the funniest man I know, used to laugh on our bad days.  He would say, "Well you know, that life insurance money will cover Inga the Swedish nanny – caretaker during the day, sex slave at night!"  At the encouragement of friends, I decided to make my husband's fantasy into a book!  To say the least, he loves it. He even told me how I needed to describe her and how she should look LOL. This book definitely holds a special place in our hearts!

In this excerpt, Inga and Garrett are having sex for the first time.


Garrett slid his finger down her neck slowly until it was in her cleavage. Her nipples had tightened, the hard points obvious through the thin fabric of her top, and he stared at them like a predator spotting its prey. His warm, smooth hand cupped her right breast, pulling it free from the confines of her bra while his other hand made a slow, delicious trek down her belly. Her juices coated and seeped from between her nether lips, and she struggled to keep her hips still. All she wanted to do was grind on his thigh until her juices drenched the gusset of her panties.

As if he’d read her mind, his thigh slid between her thighs, pushing up until her pussy and pubic bone pressed firmly against the hard, muscled plane of his leg. Inga gasped softly, rolling her head back in ecstasy. She didn’t care what he thought at that moment, her thoughts were focused on her clit, the pleasure erupting from that little bundle of nerves chasing everything else away. Her clit begged to be stroked, rubbed and ground against that hard thigh. She rolled her hips, lightly rubbing against him. Her pussy had soaked through her panties by this point and she wouldn’t have been surprised if she found a wet spot on that beautiful, hard thigh wedged between her legs, pressing against her pussy.

How long has it been since you had sex, Inga?

He grabbed her head, weaving his fingers in her long hair, fisting it until her scalp burned. The pain only added to her arousal. She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her, and then he lunged for her mouth. His soft lips melded with hers, his tongue probing her mouth. Both of his hands dropped to her ass, kneading and squeezing, pulling her against his groin. His cock pressed into her belly through his jeans. She rose up on her toes to line up that hardness with her slit, his throaty groan in response melding with the sound of her own keening. Her womb clenched and tightened with need. Her hips convulsed against his hard cock, pressing, swiveling, and then with no warning, his hand slapped her bottom. She instantaneously came, shouting her release, digging her fingernails into his shoulders until the rolling multiple orgasm finally subsided. Still very aroused, he continued to grind his cock upon her sensitive clit.

While her body shivered with residual tremors, Garrett tucked a hand under each cheek of her bottom walking with her over to the couch. He laid her on the couch, his bulky body pressing her into the cushions, his hips a perfect fit between her thighs. She lifted her hips, wrapping her legs around him, her heels against his ass, pulling him tightly into her, her wet pussy pressing against his hard length. With one tug, he ripped her thong off her body, tossing it over his shoulder.

“Christ, I feel like I’m gonna burst out of these pants like the Hulk. Are you okay with this? He chuckled and shook his head. “God, some Dom I am. What is your safe word, sweetheart?”


Garrett blinked, staring at her for a moment. “Rabbit?”

“Yeah, if a guy is enough of a douche that I have to safe word, then my Rabbit vibrator is the safest thing for me, right?”

Garrett dropped his head to her shoulder, laughing with a deep chuckle that warmed her heart. She hadn’t heard him laugh since she’d arrived at the house. It was a comforting sound. Sensual. Warm.

She knew she needed to make him laugh more. The laugh lines around his eyes belied the serious man she’d seen up until that moment. This was a man who was used to laughing. She needed to bring that back.

“I guess a vibrator would be a safe place and a very appropriate safe word in a bad situation. Anyway. I hope you never have to use that safe word in this house. But if you need to, you don’t hesitate. Not for a minute, not for a second. Punishment for not using your safe word is very serious. Understand?”

Inga could see the sternness in the set of his jaw once again. This was a man who wanted his woman — well, any woman — safe.

She nodded back at him.

“Nuh-uh, that won’t cut it. Not anymore. When a question is asked, your response is what?”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll use my safe word if I need to.”

Garrett brushed the back of his fingers across her cheek. “Good girl. Very pretty. I like hearing you say ‘Sir’. Now, let’s talk about the uncomfortable state you’ve left me in. I really want to fuck you. Are you okay with this?”

“Yes, Sir.”



To Inga, serving wasn’t just a job — it was who she was, right down to her bones. The picture of the tall, dark and handsome physician in the assignment profile intrigued her more than the money he offered, more than the generous live-in accommodations, more even than the chance for her to be a caregiver to his two young children in America. No, the picture of the childrens’ father sparked something else in her — an even deeper desire. A need to serve him. For Inga still yearned to serve a man — in every way he required.

A prominent surgeon, wealthy, attractive, and successful, Garrett seemed to have the perfect life. But underneath all of that, he knew one thing for certain: he was a mess. Losing his wife had been devastating enough, but raising two children — alone — only made recovering from her death that much more difficult. Somehow they’d made it through though, scarred, but together. Now, it was time to do something positive, time to take a step forward. And that started with finding someone who could give his two beloved children what he couldn’t — a woman’s touch, a woman’s caring, and a woman’s love.

The lovely blonde woman from Sweden would do nicely — she loved the children, and they loved her right back. He’d just have to ignore the dramatic curves of her lush body, those gorgeous Nordic blue eyes, and the way her sun-kissed skin seemed to glow when she smiled. Yes, that wouldn’t be a problem at all. Right? Not a problem that is until he learned what she really was, what she really wanted — and what he’d needed all along. Another woman to kneel at his feet, another woman who obeyed every command he’d give her, another woman to worship him in every way he demanded. Perhaps he’d finally found what he was looking for, but he’d never know for sure. Because the one woman he wanted, was the very woman he couldn’t have. 

How could he make Inga his, in every way a man could, when she was the caregiver for his own flesh and blood?

Publisher's Warning:  Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! 

This is a MF BDSM contemporary romance. Themes include: graphic sexuality, M/s, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, spanking, bondage, anal play and other BDSM activities. If such content might offend you, please do not purchase this book

This is a stand alone book and can be read independent of Finding Submission.

Word count: 52,716 words