Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Club Decadence: Meet Master Dex. Quiet, cool, distant... he's not the same man without his Elena.



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Today's featured Decadence Master is Dex Russell. Not only is he an expert with the single-tail, but he's also the best bounty hunter on Rossi's staff and the managing partner for the club. But Dex is different since returning from the war. No longer the outgoing, gregarious, extrovert he once was, he is remote, cool and distant.

It isn't the war that plagues him, it's his personal past. It's the loss of Elena, his true submissive, the perfect counterpart to his innate dominance. Will he ever be able to put her behind him and move on? 


An NSFW, emotional, roller-coaster-ride of an excerpt from Little Light of Mine, book 3 in the Club Decadence series:

“Take me deeper,” he said in a strained voice as she worked him.
Concentrating on the underside with the point of her tongue, she then swirled around the head before doing as he ordered and sucking him deep. Her cheeks hollowed as she increased the suction.
He started to move his hips, gliding his hardness in and out of her scalding hot mouth.
At his deep groan of contentment, she warmed inside, remembering well how pleasing him made her feel. So intently focused on him and his response, her hands had stilled between her legs.
Tugging on her hair, Dex reprimanded, “Pay attention. Keep that vibe busy on your clit.”
She quickly resumed the slow circling as she stared up at him, so perfect and so hot, his gaze was between her spread thighs. Moving a hand to her breasts he flicked each clamp, in turn, keeping her on edge with the pleasure-pain. The other hand maintained a firm grip in her hair, guiding and controlling her head thereby allowing him to dominate her mouth with his hard cock.
As though he couldn’t keep it up much longer, he reluctantly pulled out of her mouth, saying in a rough growl, “Arms over your head, sub.”
Elena gratefully removed the vibe from her throbbing clit and raised her arms over her head where he relieved her of the toy. He then raised the table to about thirty degrees and clipped her wrists to the eyebolts hidden at the top. He returned to his place between her spread and restrained legs and paused for a moment, his eyes gliding over every inch of her.
His hand moved over his aching cock as he watched her, seeming pleased with the moisture that covered her skin and the flush of her face from the exertion of holding back her orgasm. His eyes dipped to her still clamped tits, before returning to her spread, sopping wet pussy. He slipped the broad head of his cock between her swollen wet lips.
She had so much honey that lube was unnecessary. She could hear the sound of her wetness, as he slid along her swollen skin, moving more of her moisture down to her ass, preparing her for his penetration. “I’m going to take this tight ass now, sub. Breathe deep, relax and take what I give you.”
Although she was anxious, she wanted him deep inside her. To feel him moving against her after so long was an answer to a prayer.
She begged him, “Yes! Please, Sir. Please take my ass.” She was sobbing she was so aroused.
Her hips twitched involuntarily and she arched toward him in anticipation of his entry.
“Please, I can’t hold out much longer.”
“You can and you will.” He pressed against her tight hole; the head slipped in with a little pop.
Her loud groan echoed throughout the playroom.
“That’s it. Take me inside. Clamp onto my cock with those tight
little muscles.”
“Yes, Master. Fuck me,” she begged.
Dex paused and landed a swat with an open palm on her outer thigh. “None of that now, sub.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
Elena tried to distract herself from the stretching discomfort in her ass. She breathed deeply and thought about the sting on her thigh. What a double standard. These Doms cussed like sailors yet couldn’t stand for their subs to do the same.
Granted, Dex had always been careful around her only occasionally letting one fly. He had been overexposed for years in the military after all. However, he took her to task if she did the same even in the heat of passion.
But wait, was he upset by the curse word or that she had forgotten and called him Master?
She was pulled from her thoughts as he continued his possession of her ass and filled her yet another inch. “Just relax, I’m about halfway in. Bear down a little and you’ll take all of me.”
His wide cock was abrading her tender tissues and she took deep breaths trying to relax her muscles enough to take him. From her vantage point, with the head of the table raised, she could see him working between her legs. When she watched him take the metal vibe out of his shirt pocket, it dawned on her then that he was still fully dressed. He had only opened his pants enough to take out his cock.
In the past, when he stayed dressed and she was naked, it made her feel more submissive. Tonight, it made her feel distant and separate despite the fact he was burying himself inside her.
The vibrations hit her clit and startled her out of her head.
“Your mind is wandering tonight. Pay attention, sub,” Dex ordered sternly and he frowned at her inattention.
“Sorry, Sir. It’s just that… ahhh!” Elena arched into the vibe at her
clit, which allowed Dex to sink the rest of the way into her ass.
“Glad to see you’re back with me.”
Her eyes flicked down to where they were joined, his huge cock stretching and filling her small space seemingly beyond measure.
“I’m going to move inside you now, sub. You may come anytime. I want to feel your muscles squeeze me while I’m buried deep inside you.”
“Yes, Master. Please, take me fast and hard.” When she felt him stiffen and stop abruptly, she realized her mistake.
She had called him Master again.
It came out intuitively because she would always think of him that way. However, they were no longer Master and slave. It was so obvious now that she had ruined that forever. Elena averted her eyes in a seeming act of submission when actually she couldn’t stand to look in his eyes and see the cold detachment.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” With her repeated apology, he resumed his domination of her body and began thrusting deeply again. Elena tried to rock against his plunging hardness, but the restraints limited her movement and all she could do was press her clit just a fraction more against the vibe. She was almost there and told him so.
“Come now!” He thrust against her again, relentless and unyielding. “Now!”
Elena was already gone and convulsing around him. Her clit throbbed and her ass pulsed, but her middle, her aching grasping middle, clutched at the emptiness; her pussy unfilled and left wanting even as her orgasm claimed her.
As her muscles clenched, gripping him tightly, Dex quickly followed her into climax, shuddering as he filled her with a hot burst of come. He shuddered, his head falling back, and he grunted, thrust deep once more. Usually more vocal when he came, she watched him through half-lidded eyes, feeling the heat of him inside her and the occasional jerk of his cock. She tightened around him, wanting him to stay there forever.
It wasn’t to be.
Too soon, his head came up and he opened his eyes. Scanning over her flushed face and lower to her where her chest rose and fell more rapidly than usual, he nodded.
Breaking contact, he slipped out, moving away to discard the used condom, then zipped himself up. Elena watched as he moved to the sink and wet a cloth. He returned to her and released her wrists. Assessing her status, he angled her face up to his and slipped his fingers down to her throat. “How are you doing, sub?”
Elena knew what he was asking as he checked her pulse rate. “I’m fine, Sir. I’m not flying, although I came close.”
Dex grunted in acknowledgment. “Still need the pain to put you into subspace, then? Tell me, do you still crave the whip?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered and flushed, thrilled at the memories that washed over her and embarrassed all the same. No one had ever sent her flying like Dex.
He nodded and then surprised Elena by removing her wrist restraints and handing her the wet cloth. Rather than performing the task himself as he’d done in the past, he was allowing her to cool her own face and neck. Sliding out an extension of the table, he released her ankles and lowered her legs, massaging them briefly to restore her circulation.
He took the rag from her trembling hands and went back to the sink, rewetting it with warm water. Handing it back to her he moved aside as he let her cleanse the rest of her body.
He returned a few minutes later with a blanket, signaled for her to sit up, and wrapped it around her shoulders. Next, he handed her an open bottle of water and encouraging her to drink.
Elena felt hot and cold at the same time. This was not what she had expected. He was too distant. The sex was hot, yet impersonal. As he stood at her side and watched her closely, she could read no emotion on his face.
“I am quite pleased with the scene. I think we should meet weekly for our play sessions, is that acceptable to you?”
Dazed and disappointed, she couldn’t think and could barely form coherent thoughts. She ended up echoing his words, “Once a week?”
“Yes, I have other obligations, classes, other sub contracts, etcetera and that’s about all the time I have in my schedule for now. I can free up some more time in a few weeks if we continue to work well together.”
Elena didn’t know how to respond. She thought there would still be something there. Some remnant of what they had in the past. Some glimmer of emotion, maybe even the love they had shared.
She had made a huge mistake. Obviously, she had decimated whatever feelings he once had for her, of that she was certain. He wanted her body but that wasn’t enough for her.
What would she do now?
“Elena? Will Monday’s at eight work for you?” His voice was cool and professional as if he discussed a business meeting, not another fuck session. “You don’t perform on Mondays, so I assume you’ll be free. We could play on Wednesdays after your sets, at midnight, if you prefer.”
Dex moved around the room straightening up, placing the used toys in the proper bin for cleaning.
Elena sat stunned, trying to gather herself enough to respond to him.
Trying desperately to come up with something to say, fuck you was on the tip of her tongue, so she said nothing.
“Elena?” Stepping up to her, he cupped her chin and angled her face up to his. He looked at her, gauging her condition. “Are you with me? You told me you weren’t flying, was that true?” His beautiful blue eyes searched hers.
“Yes, Sir. I’m just still in orgasm recovery,” she lied calmly. She didn’t know how because she was actually feeling totally devastated. “It took a bit out of me, is all.”
“Yes, it has been a while for you then, hasn’t it? Let me get you some chocolate which will help.” He quickly produced a piece of Dove chocolate and held it against her lips. “Take some time and relax. I have the room for another hour. Oh, I almost forgot.”
He crossed the room where his black toy bag lay and removed some papers.
“Here is a limit list that I want returned before our next session, say by Friday. I’ll need it to prepare for our next appointment.”
Still stunned by his rather business-like unemotional demeanor, Elena took the papers staring down at them blankly. “I have marked out the play and implements that are off limits for me. I want you to mark the rest with a yes, no, or willing to try. I am sure you have broadened your horizons in the time you have been gone, but I don’t want to make any assumptions.”
Elena frowned. She didn’t know Dex had a limit list. She quickly scanned the checklist noticing that the whip had been marked out leaving only crops, straps, paddles, and floggers under impact play.
“You don’t use your single tail anymore, Sir?”
“Of course, that kind of intense play calls for a great deal of trust and intimacy, however. I don’t include any type of edge play in an ROA arrangement.”
He stood before her then, the room was set to rights and she noticed he had his bag in his hand. Their time together was obviously at an end. “I’ll have Master Jason come up,” he consulted his watch, “in about forty-five minutes and give you a ride home.”
Elena stood and crossed the room climbing in bed in an attempt to hide from his intense gaze. “Thank you, Sir, but I have a ride with Ronnie from my band. Can I get back to you about our next—” she could barely bring herself to say it, “appointment?”
“Certainly, call me here at The Club. If you don’t get me, leave a voicemail.”
He pulled a card from his bag and she watched him set it atop her folded clothes. Just like a business arrangement, she was like any one of his clients. She realized she should be glad he wasn’t charging her for his time. She lay down on the big bed and curled up in a ball pulling the sub blanket still closer around her. Her back was to him so he couldn’t see her face.
“Are you all right for me to leave? I have to get ready for a client at 10: 30.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m fine.” She cleared her throat of the tears building. Begging silently, please just go before I break down. She swallowed and hoped her voice wouldn’t give away her emotions when she spoke again. “I don’t want to keep you.”
“Nonsense. Aftercare is part of the play if you remember.”
He approached the bed. She breathed deeply, trying to do so quietly so as not to give away her level of distress. She continued her silent plea; please go, please go, please, just go!
She felt his heavy hand against her shoulder and he squeezed. Elena closed her eyes tightly as tears escaped. She realized it was the first sign of affection he had given her.
Her mind reeled as she grasped the fact that he had never once kissed her, caressed her, or touched her in any way other than what was required for the scene. He hadn’t even used her name during the scene, just calling her sub. Devices had been used to stimulate her nipples and he had barely even touched her himself. Lord, he had even used a vibe to stimulate her clit.
Their skin hadn’t touched other than his fingers occasionally because he hadn’t even removed his clothes. A condom had covered his cock and she was surprised now that he hadn’t worn it while he used her mouth. He obviously didn’t want her touch because he hadn’t allowed her to caress or hold him in any fashion.
Oh God, she lamented, he must really despise me. Or rather he was indifferent and felt nothing for her any longer except as a sub to meet his sexual needs. She didn’t know which was worse.
“I enjoyed our scene, Elena, and will look forward to hearing from you about next week.” He removed his hand and she knew he stood there looking down on her. She implored him silently again; please go now, just go!
Outwardly she nodded and faked a yawn, soundlessly begging for him to leave so she could have her meltdown in private.
Finally, her prayer was granted, and she heard him cross the room. The door opened with a slight squeak before he said, “I’ll send Jason in to check on you in a little while.”
She nodded again. Her control was almost gone. She didn’t think she could keep it together another second longer when she heard the door close behind him. She lay there listening to make sure he was gone.
A minute passed, then five, maybe ten.
Only then did she finally roll onto her back and sweep the room with her tear-filled gaze. Thankfully it was empty because the tears began to flow unrestrained. She pulled her knees to her chest as a pain seared through her heart. This pain was worse than the broken ribs Luis had caused when he kicked her.
In a panic, she leaped from the bed and stumbled to her clothes. She looked at the card he had left; the words blurred as a large tear splashed on the embossed paper. It fell from her numb fingers as she realized she had to get out of there.
Tomorrow she’d call Sean and let him know. She wouldn’t be back.




Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Club Decadence: You won't find a club more exclusive than this.

It's more than just a kink club series. 

You get action and adventure, drama and suspense, 
and bad guys who make you so mad you could spit!  

Plus, seven unforgettable, swoon-worthy heroes,
and as many feisty, funny, fabulous heroines.
You'll want to put on your favorite little black dress and get margaritas with these ladies
 (or lemon drops ;) ).  

And did I mention the steamy, kinky, smoldering hot sex?!?  



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Here's an excerpt from Unbind My Heart, book 4, included in Club Decadence:

It features Lexie, a newbie to their world, and Jonas Mitchell, a cross between a dreamy All-American boy next door and an exhilarating Shibari Master.  Yum-mee!


 A crack, like the retort of a gun, echoed through the nearly empty room. The next instant, a blazing
fire spread across her bottom where his spank had landed.

“Respectful address; try again.”

“I’m a little scared, sensei.”

“Better. You have to learn to trust me, dorei. Do you?”

“Yes.”

“You will come to realize that I am always careful with you. No more talking now, it’s a waste of breath. I told you that if you were ever in this position, the punishment decision had already been made. You will accept your lesson gracefully, won’t you?”

“Yes, sensei.”

“Good girl.”

Taking a step back, he moved to her side. Her eyes were transfixed as she watched him swing the multi-strand whip. She tensed as the whoosh of the leather tails flew toward her skin. When they landed, it was a soft, gentle caress.

He grunted. “The ropes are obstructing my target. Let’s get rid of your matanawa, shall we?”

Lexie’s confusion at the vaguely familiar term was cleared up when he released the crotch rope in the back allowing it to fall freely until it hung from her waist in front. She wiggled a bit as the cool air in the room wafted across her warm, wet center.

“Let’s try again.”

Returning to his position at her side, he extended his arm and gave a flick of his wrist. The same whooshing sound preceded the flogger's caress. He continued, the strokes gradually coming faster, and a bit heavier. Soon he had the flogger moving in a circular motion with just the ends striking the taut skin of her bottom.

After several moments, he slowly changed the angle, moving from one side to the other. Soon he was alternating cheeks and thighs. The caress had changed from soft to stinging, but with no real pain. A pattern to his strokes soon became clear.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, thwap.


Three light strokes, then a hard one.

Again, the pattern repeated.

The last of the four was the hardest and stung like blue blazes causing Lexie to yelp. Instantly, his hand found her bottom. “Pink and warm, exactly what I’m aiming for,” was his murmured assessment before he resumed.

As the next stroke fell, she cried out, although it wasn’t from pain.

“What color are you, dorei?” He asked without a break in his rhythm.

“Green.”

As he continued the pattern, time seemed suspended. Heat built with the sting on her bottom and thighs while a burning hotness also stirred in her core. The feelings co-mingled and in her mind were difficult to distinguish. At last, she was unable to contain herself any longer and let out a soft sob. 

“Please, sensei. I’m sorry.”

The flogger stopped, and he stepped closer, his hand stroking over her skin. “Shh, I know you’re sorry and you’re taking your punishment so well. Think about what you did and remember this feeling so that it’s not repeated. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Are you ready to continue?”

“It stings.”

“Such is a punishment, or else it wouldn’t be effective, would it?” Crouching in front of her, he brushed his lips across her brow. Leaning back, he stroked the plaited handle along her jaw. “This is my favorite flogger. It’s made of deerskin, very lightweight and is just right for beginners. You’ll find that I haven’t raised a single welt or blister, only pretty pink skin. Now then, I want you to answer truthfully: is it worse than my hand?”

“No, your hand is much harder.”

“How about the wooden hairbrush? Is this worse than the brush?”

She shook her head as much as she could. “I guess I’m just a wimp.”

He chuckled. “More like your remorse over your slip of the tongue is magnifying the experience. In another situation, this baby will have you soaring.”

“I do feel bad about insulting Sean. I don’t know what came over me. My filter is usually more efficient.”

“This is how this works. You’ll take your punishment and we’ll move on. No further consequences or condemnation unless the behavior is repeated. So stop beating yourself up about it.” He kissed her once more and then gave her a wink. “Anyhow, that’s my job.”

She huffed a little laugh as he stood. “Carrying on then... If it gets too much, Lexie, remember your safewords.”

The flogging resumed, except he gave her tender butt a reprieve by focusing on her uppermost thighs. This brought the ends close to her exposed and vulnerable pussy, landing occasionally on her full, plump lips. Lexie let out a startled yelp, half way between alarm and delight each time the lash fell near her clit.

After heating up her thighs, Jonas again stopped and checked in.

Sweeping gently over her burning skin, his fingers moved to her smooth, wet lips and dipped inside. Lexie forgot about one fire to concentrate on another. She couldn’t hold back her groan. He stroked there for a few seconds as she whimpered.

“You’re very wet, Sunshine. Once we’re done here, we’ll see to our pleasure.”

In an instant, the flogger was back in action. The pattern forgotten, the flails fell more lightly as he brought them upward, connecting with the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Each stroke also brushed against her pussy.

He was right; the flogger had her soaring.

She felt the tightness building low in her belly just as a swipe landed a direct lick on her tingling clit. Her high-pitched moan split the air as Jonas concentrated on that particular spot, repeatedly flailing away.

The sensual torture too much to bear, Lexie came undone and cried out her release. She shouted his name as he found her bottom with his hands. Tender and inflamed, he spread her open as his fingers penetrated her spasming pussy.

Although she had just come, she longed for more, for what she truly needed— his hardness, possessing her, filling her, and making her complete. Jonas did not deny her. Before the clatter of the dropped flogger on the hard floor ceased, he entered her.

His hands clasped her hips firmly as he began to thrust inside. Soon, he was pistoning into her so hard that his skin, slapping against her thighs and buttocks, started up a reminiscent whapping sound.

Blessedly, no sting or discomfort accompanied this sound, only intense pleasure as he moved within her. As he rushed toward his climax, she was swept along. She could hear his heavy breathing.
Grunting exhales of air accompanied each powerful thrust as he touched deep in her core.

A throaty cry, along with Lexie’s toes curling as her body convulsed, signaled another mind-blowing orgasm was once again overtaking her. While she soared in the aftermath, she watched the mirror, fascinated by the beauty and strength of Jonas’ passion. His corded muscles rippled under glistening skin, flexing, and bulging with strain as he approached his release.

She watched in rapt wonder as his pleasure consumed him— a more beautiful sight she’d never seen. 

She felt him shudder against her as he came, his cock jerking and surging deep inside her, his head
thrown back as he released a strident roar.

Looking up at his handsome face reflected in the mirror, she was mesmerized by his blue eyes ablaze with passion. As they stared at each other, an awareness came to Lexie. They were perfectly matched, as if made for each other, their interests, their personalities, and their bodies fit together just right. 

Even their kinks were complementary.

If she searched the world over for the rest of her days, she knew she’d never find another man as perfect for her as Jonas.




Friday, October 19, 2018

You won't find a club more exclusive than this.




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Maddie Taylor's entire Club Decadence Series is now available under one cover...


That's SEVEN steamy, sinful romances all in one place!!!

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They're sexy-as-hell, tough-as-nails, and home from war to start the next chapters in their lives. By day they walk the fine line between citizens and mercenaries as they fight to take down a drug kingpin. By night they're the proprietors of Club Decadence, where fine lines don't exist and members can indulge their wildest fantasies from sensual to downright sinful. Any woman brave enough to join the club and willing to surrender to one of these masterful alphas just might get exactly what she needs along with a happily-ever-after.

USA Today Bestselling Author Maddie Taylor's beloved contemporary series is now available in one steamy set. Get seven standalone romances under one cover and enjoy all the carnal pleasures to be found in this very private, ultra-exclusive club.



Books included in this set are as follows:

Captain My Captain
You Said Forever
Little Light of Mine
Faithfully, a prequel
Unbind My Heart
Second Time Lucky
What About Love



Thursday, October 4, 2018

Release Day!!! Club Decadence Open for Business

DO. YOU. DARE!? 

Dare To Love Again by Maddie Taylor is LIVE and it brings the sizzle!


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Here's a nice long excerpt of when Kieran (aka Master Finn) and Esme meet.



She hadn’t taken more than two steps when hard fingers encircled her wrist. Her head snapped up in alarm, and she met the blue-eyed gaze of an incredibly handsome, black-haired, bronze-skinned man.

“Come with me,” he barked. She didn’t process much other than a light Spanish accent before he announced. “I have a station reserved for us.”

With no preliminaries and zero negotiation, he pulled her through the crowd, moving against the flow of traffic that seemed to circle the stations continually.

“I, um… perhaps you have me mistaken for someone else?”

“No mistake. Your red hair is appealing, and your fair skin will display my marks beautifully, I think.”

She did not think so.

“I’m here... with, uh, friends... sir,” she lied, stammering as she tried to keep up, afraid if she didn’t he’d drag her as the image of a caveman came to mind. All he lacked was the animal skin, off-the-shoulder tunic, and a club. “They’re leaving soon. Some other time, perhaps.” She only added that to be polite, having no intention of ever agreeing to a scene with this pushy Dom.

“They can wait until I’m done with you,” he replied.

“Sir, please,” she appealed again while trying to twist her wrist free. “I can’t miss my ride home, or I’ll be stranded.”

Apparently, he didn’t care, and continued right on walking while ignoring her protests and struggles. When she saw the station with the reserved sign up ahead, the ropes much farther back than usual for a station, she realized it was one of the large areas toward the back set up to allow indoor whip play.

His fingers tightened. “Stop struggling. I’m not in the mood for games.”

“Neither am I,” she bit out, her voice rising, all pretense of politeness evaporated. “I have asked nicely, but you won’t listen. I have said no repeatedly, but you must be deaf.” She yanked hard on her hand, which hurt, pinching her skin. “For the last time, I don’t want to go anywhere with you.”

He stopped, oblivious to the surrounding people, in particular, the two women who skidded to a halt behind him and came close to slamming into his back. With a hard tug on her arm, he knocked her off balance, and she fell against him. His fingers dug into her arms, and he pulled her up on her toes at the same time he snarled down at her, “I’ll enjoy whipping your back raw in repayment for your defiance, slut. Now, move your ass, and while you do, keep your mouth shut until I’m ready to shove my cock in it.”

“Red,” she called loud enough that despite the ambient noise he couldn’t miss hearing. The man blinked in surprise, acting as if he’d never heard the word before, which considering his swinish behavior Esme found hard to believe.

Suddenly, comprehension dawned. Still holding her in an unbreakable grip, she watched as his handsome features transformed into a scowl and fury flashed in his cold, blue eyes. When his fingers tightened painfully, she repeated the club safeword, crying “Red!” in a shout, this time at the top of her lungs.

The Dom’s lips flattened into a hard, thin line and his nostrils flared. Everyone and everything around them came to a halt. With witnesses watching, he dropped his hands at the same instant a Dungeon Monitor arrived.

“What’s the problem here?” he asked her, not even looking at the enraged Dom.

“I’m not interested,” Esme explained as she rubbed her wrist, the tender flesh he’d abused likely bruised, “but he wasn’t listening.”

“There is no problem, Finnegan,” the nasty Dom replied, ignoring her comment, and addressing the DM instead, though his angry gaze remained fixed on her. “It would seem I mistook her signals and the appallingly negligent lack of a ribbon.”

The monitor’s eyes dropped to her bare throat. Esme flushed.

Stupid, stupid.

Her hands flew to her corset, but she remembered she’d taken it out. Looking down, she spotted it on the floor where she must have dropped it when the jerk grabbed her.

Before she could squat to retrieve it, her rescuer bent and did it for her.

After seeing the other submissive’s response, she intended to put it back on, but she’d gotten distracted. Her lack of a ribbon should not have opened her up to a non-consensual whipping by this asshole, however.

“Pink, I should have guessed,” the asshole muttered under his breath. “After this unpleasantness,” his nostrils flared, and he grimaced as though she smelled bad, “I find I am no longer interested. In better light, I see I made an error in judgment. There are many more beautiful submissives here tonight who will eagerly fall to their knees and beg to be under my lash.”

Esme couldn’t image who would be so incredibly foolish but didn’t utter a word in response to his insult. Her only reaction was to move closer to the man with the bright orange DM badge on his sleeve. Her rescuer was big and looked strong enough to snap in half a man twice the size of this insensitive, boorish Dom, who was far from little.

“Then I suggest you go find one, Carlos,” the big man stated smoothly, though there was underlying steel in his tone. “And, I’ll remind you to keep your rude comments to yourself. Because a submissive doesn’t choose to scene with you is no reason to be nasty. Verbal abuse unless negotiated in a scene is against house rules, something you’ve been warned about on more than one occasion.”

Having his prior infractions aired before her and the other members still gathered to watch the drama, so incensed the Dom his face turned blood red. Esme was afraid his ears might pop off the side of his head. Unfortunately, they didn’t, and he gave the DM no reason to snap him like a twig—also to her disappointment. Instead, he cast her a scathing look before stalking away.

With him gone, a wave of relief swept through her, but the incident left her shaking. She swayed, feeling weak at the knees, and jumped when her rescuer put a supportive hand on her back.

“Easy, lass. It’s over.”

Responding to his deep, soothing voice and authoritative presence, she inched closer, leaning into him to steady herself.

“Thank you.”

“Carlos is an ass,” he stated succinctly. “I’ll keep an eye on him the rest of the night. He’ll find someone else, but they won’t be who he wanted, and the scene won’t go well. We’ll have more trouble out of him tonight, of that I’m certain.”

“I can’t stop shaking.”

“’Tis a delayed stress reaction. Breathe deep.” The DM’s hand shifted to her chin, lifting her face for his inspection. “Do you need to sit down, little sub?”

For the first time, she truly looked at him. At five foot eight, she hadn’t ever considered herself little, but compared to him, she supposed she was. Aside from being several inches over six feet, he was broad-shouldered, muscular, but not bulging, like he was familiar with the gym though not obsessed with it. His thick, dark hair gleamed with strands of auburn and had a slight wave to it. It touched his collar in back as if he’d been busy and was several weeks past due for a trim. She was tempted to brush it back off his forehead or finger comb where it curled around his ears.

He was strikingly handsome, but what struck her most was his startling green eyes, just a shade darker than her own, not quite a jade, and different than emerald. Unique, but oddly familiar though she would have remembered this man had she ever met him before. Her body heated as a tingle of awareness raced through her, something that hadn’t happened in a very long time. 

Feeling suddenly vulnerable, she averted her eyes, and in a self-conscious gesture, nervously tucked her hair behind her ear.

He arrested her movement by taking her hand in his, then with his head bent near, he examined her wrist already discoloring from harsh, unyielding fingers. “I’d like to wring the bastard’s neck,” he growled fiercely.

For the first time, she noticed an accent, the bending tones becoming more pronounced with his anger. She couldn’t quite place it, but Carlos had called him Finnegan. Irish, was her guess.

“I’ll be all right but am glad you came when you did. He was persistent and when he didn’t get his way became furious.”

“Carlos has an over-inflated opinion of his charm. Your refusal hurt his pride.”

Esme sniffed. “Surely he’s heard it before.”

“He’s new here, and that is a novelty all its own. He’s a successful businessman, has some wealth, and a few connections in town, all of which he likes to flaunt by name-dropping whenever possible. His self-proclaimed importance tricks people into tolerating more than they should, but word will get around pretty quick.”

“He didn’t intimidate you.”

He looked up, a glint of amusement brightening his beautiful eyes, and while a grin played around his very kissable looking lips, his thumb continued to stroke her abraded skin. “His money doesn’t impress me, and true power comes from within, not how much your money will buy. Besides, I wouldn’t be doing my job as protector of fair-skinned submissives who bruise under harsh treatment if I let him get to me.” He brought her wrist to his lips and brushed the ring of marks forming in the shape of Carlos’ fingers with a gentle kiss. “He’ll remember you, pretty subbie, so you’ll need to keep your distance.”

Her face heated at his touch and the compliment although she felt the latter was a bit overdone. The Dom hadn’t lied with his cruel remark; there were supermodel-beautiful subs swarming the place. “I appreciate your kind words.”

His green eyes flashed again, darkening with an emotion she couldn’t read, impatience, annoyance, anger perhaps, but his voice had the same smooth, deep quality when he replied. “It wasn’t kind, lass, but truthful. What Carlos said was bullshit.”

“My thanks for your truthful words, then, sir. And I’ll heed your warning and avoid him in the future. As for tonight, I’ve had enough and think I’ll head home.”

“Don’t let that horse’s ass run you off. There are plenty of other Doms eager to play tonight.” He held up her pink ribbon. “We use these for a reason, however.” Slipping the ribbon beneath her hair, he tied it around her throat where it belonged, his fingers brushing her skin lightly and standing close as he was sent a ripple of excitement coursing through her. “Keep this on,” he ordered, when he was done. “Carlos usually sticks to masochists and subs with a taste for humiliation, who invariably wear red. Pink may have made him think twice before he approached.”

She would accept some responsibility for what happened, but not all. Carlos would have assumed she knew the rule for the games played in the dungeon, including the ribbon system. He hadn’t bothered to ask why she didn’t have one, or he could have simply asked her color. He didn’t care, nor had he bothered to negotiate a thing, including a safeword. Esme had run into dominants like him before. They believed rules existed for everyone else except them.

“You don’t play much, do you?”

She glanced up. How had he guessed?

“I haven’t found someone to suit me yet, sir. To be honest, and I’m not only just basing this on tonight, but your club may be a little too much for me.”

“If you find the right dominant to guide you, it won’t be..."


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Five years is a long time to be alone, especially for a submissive. But after a near-eternity without the protective, quiver-inducing touch of a master, Esme Spade remains on the sidelines -- even inside the walls of Decadence L.A. Though several Doms would gladly have her, she can't seem to do anything more than watch, despite the club's unwritten 'no gawkers' policy. Keiran Finnegan has no time to break in a new submissive. But he's also a man who knows what he wants, and there's something about the obviously-wounded Esme that is exactly what he's been longing for. Will his strength, skill, and patience be enough to revive the spirited beauty? Or is it too late for this gorgeous creature to become his permanent sub? Dare to Love Again may be read and enjoyed as a standalone romance!






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Five years is a long time to be alone, especially for a submissive. But after a near-eternity without the protective, quiver-inducing touch of a master, Esme Spade remains on the sidelines -- even inside the walls of Decadence L.A. Though several Doms would gladly have her, she can't seem to do anything more than watch, despite the club's unwritten 'no gawkers' policy. Keiran Finnegan has no time to break in a new submissive. But he's also a man who knows what he wants, and there's something about the obviously-wounded Esme that is exactly what he's been longing for. Will his strength, skill, and patience be enough to revive the spirited beauty? Or is it too late for this gorgeous creature to become his permanent sub? Dare to Love Again may be read and enjoyed as a standalone romance! 



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About Maddie

A USA Today and #1 international bestselling author, Maddie is a lifelong reader who became a romance junkie as a teen with her first romance novel, The Wolf and the Dove by Kathleen Woodiwiss. From then on, she was hooked and gobbled up everything she could get her hands on, whether contemporary, historical, paranormal or sci-fi. If there was romance to be found between a strong alpha male, and a sassy, adventurous and ofttimes defiant yet loving woman, Maddie was all over it. As an author, she stays true to those themes writing steamy erotic romance, with a side of kink, and adding elements of intrigue, danger, and suspense to her plots. 

Maddie started writing as a hobby. Her stories stayed private while she raised a family and worked full time as a registered nurse. It wasn't until 2012 that she decided to take the plunge and submit her first book for publication: Captain My Captain. She went on to publish eleven novels the first year.

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