I protect what’s mine – to the death. Fleur is mine. She’s about to find out why they call me Beast.
Fleur: Never in a million years would I have expected a woman I considered a friend to betray me in the worst possible way. Yet it happened. Drugged and in the back room of a BDSM club, I was about to be used in a brutal way. Until he exploded to my rescue.
Beast: I’m Salvation’s Bane’s enforcer. My job is to protect. So when I notice something amiss in the BDSM club Bane owns, I’m there to shut that shit down. What I find is a woman who ignites passions inside me better left alone. What will she think when she finds out the lengths I’ll go to protect what’s mine? I come by my name honest. When it comes to protecting my club, or my woman, I’m the most ferocious beast you could ever imagine.
This is a little bit of a different Throwback Thursday. I was going through files on my hard drive and came across this one from 2009 called Accidental Pets. The little Jack Russel I wrote about passed away in 2018 at the age of 18. It hurt more than I can say to let her go, and despite my two new companions, I still miss her. She had an amazing personality and absolutely refused to believe there was anything she couldn’t conquer. Note the picture of her on the big bed while the great dane (Athena) is relegated to the small one.
My friend tells everyone that she has the perfect boyfriend. Tall, dark, handsome and he never ever disagrees with her. She’s not lying. His name is Berkley and he’s a black lab.
My best friend and constant companion is a female Jack Russell Terrier. She’s short, cute and very active. I like to refer to her as my little exercise plan. She can also be very pushy at times. There’s a game we play, when she gets just a little too insistent on getting her own way. I call it – Who’s the Boss? Occasionally, she lets me win that one.
Sassi adopted me at the local shelter. I think the fates combined to throw us together. I picked out a nice quiet male spaniel cross, but someone mixed up the paperwork. When I went to pick him up, the volunteer produced this under-nourished critter with the saddest brown eyes I’d ever seen. She wagged her tail and tried to bounce up high enough to lick my face. I was very doubtful, but the nice lady, after apologizing and explaining that the spaniel had gone elsewhere, told me that I could take her home and try her for a week. If it didn’t work out, I could take her back, no questions asked. Can you believe I fell for that?!
Well, I took her home and she ran around in manic circles for several hours before throwing herself on my bed and going to sleep. The shelter had named her Dash, but after watching her take over my house in less time than it takes me to cook dinner, I dubbed her Sassi. Since that day, she’s become the office greeter, the kayak club mascot and my sounding board when I’m plotting a new story. . She makes me laugh, and adapts to just about anything I decide to do. She can swim, ride on the motorcycle, and walk for endless miles on those short leg. She knows how to be gentle with small children, and when the kids are old enough to play fetch she patiently teaches them what to do. My youngest grandson spent countless hours chasing her around the house to put the tennis ball back in her mouth after she’d dropped it at his feet.
Sometimes, when we’re sitting on the sofa sharing a snack in the evening, I wonder if she snuck into the office at the shelter and switched that paperwork herself. I wouldn’t put it past her!
Armed with an inquisitive eye for detail, the capacity and boldness to ask obvious, if blunt, questions, and most importantly of all, her ability to keep her mouth shut, Elizabeth is quickly immersed in a case of kidnapping, smuggling, murder, and general mayhem. With guns blazing, steam-cars steaming, and clockwork automatons of a salacious nature going clickety-clack, can she save the son of a violent industrialist? Can she recover the priceless Turquoise Spider from the vicious clutches of underworld thugs behind one of Victorian London’s infamous Houses of Introductions?
A Midsummer Night’s Demon by Alexa Piper #PNR #NewAdultRomance #DarkDesires #LGBTQ Chris really just wanted to learn about demonic math when he decided to summon one of the denizens of hell, but confronted with Lark, he decides getting the beautiful demon into his bed is far more appealing than accounting.
Dr Nathan Rey, general practitioner, has endured a case of broken heart syndrome for a handful of years and counting after his wild, bad-boy lover disappeared just before he received his license. Though it’s gotten easier — one or two flights of erotic fancy a year instead of every night — Nathan couldn’t say it’s gotten better. He still can’t forget the charismatic Fitz, and no one he’s met since then could begin to compare.