An excerpt from Violated…

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This is an excerpt from my new book, Violated: A dark sci-fi romance, which just came out this weekend, and is available on Amazon and FREE on Kindle Unlimited. It’s from when Isla gets a medical exam from Adam, for WipItUp Wednesday:

Isla:
Like the first time he’d come, the doctor was chipper, and reassuringly three-dimensional, and now that he stood at the foot of my metal bed, I didn’t know how I’d possibly believed he was imaginary.
“Good morning, Isla. I hope you’re having a wonderful day. I’m sorry I couldn’t get back all week, there are so many women here.” A momentary flash of darkness crossed his features. I’d never really thought about how many women were here. “Anyway, I want to check on you every day and run some tests until we can identify why you’re not pregnant yet.”
My heart soared. The idea of spending more one-on-one time with the doctor was thrilling.
“First, I need to run blood tests. This is going to pinch. The guards say none of you can feel anything, but I’m never really sure. Studies have shown that’s not always the case with people who can’t respond to pain. So I deeply apologize if this hurts, but I need a good sample so I can run tests on a wider range of things than what the machines usually check for.” He stepped toward me with a needle. I wanted to back away, but I couldn’t. Staring at the metal tip in morbid fascination, I watched him press the thin point against my arm. The skin flexed into a little dimple, then the needle pierced it with a sharp bump, and a moment later, the syringe was filling with
blood. Once it was full, he unsnapped it from the needle, and filled a second, then third vial with the dark liquid I was full of.
Finally, he removed the needle and I stared at the place where it had been. He had been far gentler than the machines usually were, and despite the fact he’d taken much more of me to study, I felt less violated and far less sore than blood tests normally left me. His bedside manner was clearly excellent.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you.” He turned to put the vials of blood in a metal pan. My eyes overflowed once again. In my entire life, this was the first time anyone had put together those specific words and said them to me. It was the first time anyone had ever been so considerate. When he turned back, however, the tears were gone.
“Next, I need to look inside you. I’m going to have to shave your pussy to get the best view of everything that’s down there, because some of the other women have had odd irregularities.”
For the first time since I got there, I was ashamed. Something was wrong with me down there, and he was about to see whatever it was. Maybe I was one of the women with irregularities. There was a loud swooshing sound, then something cold and foamy was massaged all over my pussy. His hands were incredible, and his fingers seemed to move with a firm precision that made me feel like I was safe. He knew what he was doing, as he expertly caressed my pussy lips and swiped the foam all the way back to my rear hole, then turned to the side and wiped his hands on a towel.
He took up a scalpel, and I remembered the first time I saw him. He’d walked into the room holding one. The blade was so small and thin, yet it looked designed for perfect precision. The doctor pressed something on the bed, and my legs began to part.
My heart caught in my throat as he pressed the blade against my bikini line. I was suddenly very afraid that he might decide I was in a good state for him to do some exploratory surgery. Then I remembered what he’d said about the needle. He’d apologized for hurting me. It didn’t make sense that he’d apologize for a teensy needle then plunge a scalpel into my vajayjay. I tried to breathe. The cold metal moved across the surface of my skin in short, purposeful strokes. Where it had traveled, my pubic hairs tugged then air moved against my skin. He bared me, just as he’d said he would.
Every so often, the doctor would push or pull against my outer pussy lips, and the gentle attention was divine. He occasionally turned to rinse foam from the scalpel, before returning his attention to my sex. I was almost positive that this shouldn’t be making me feel tingly, and that it was wrong to hunger for him to touch me more deeply, but all the same, I ached and yearned to be filled by him.
Immobile, I sank into a peaceful reverie as he gradually worked his way either side of my opening, before scraping the side of the scalpel blade against the skin surrounding my ass. The blade’s thin surface was the most sensual thing that had ever stroked my body. By now, my clit throbbed for attention and I wished I could ask him to make me come.
He finished by pressing a hot, damp towel across my pussy and ass, and applying firm pressure. I wanted to melt into a puddle of goo around his hands, so he might lick me up. Then I would never have to watch him leave again.
When it was over, he removed the towel and shined a light into my opening. After a moment, he frowned, then picked up something that looked like a metal duck’s bill.
“I’m going to open you up a little more with this speculum,” he said, looking uncertain once more. “Sorry, but you’re very tight.”
I wondered if tightness was another personal failing, like being an orphan. Then, pressure made me try to gasp, as he inserted the duck’s bill into my vagina. I’d experienced plenty of these before, but they never seemed to get any easier. For the next few minutes, he was busy looking inside me, and occasionally inserting things into me, or pressing things, while the too-stretched feeling continued to make me try to cross my eyes. Eventually, he removed the speculum and stood upright.
“I can’t see any problems. Sometimes, these things just take time. I don’t think this environment is helping you. I’ll think on how I can improve it for you, since I doubt the guards would allow me to do most of the things that would normally work. However, I can’t completely rule out a medical problem yet. I’ll return tomorrow once I have the results of your blood test. In the meantime, try to get some rest.” He winked at me, and I laughed inwardly at his joke. All I ever did was rest. Even now, I was exhausted from my short time awake. It felt strange to meet someone who was slightly aware of how this situation would affect me, even if he didn’t know I heard him. All the men I’d met so far in life thought ‘perspective taking’ meant forcing everyone else to see things their way.
As he left, sorrow stabbed deeply within my heart. I wanted him to stay, but there was nothing I could say or do. Sleep dragged my eyelids lower, then I dreamed once more.

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An Unexpected Nanny by Constance Masters

This is an exciting one… I have Constance Masters on my blog with her latest release, An Unexpected Nanny!

Summing up this book in one sentence:

Sometimes you have to make hard choices for the greater good. What if it all went wrong?

Take a look at this cover!

Here’s the blurb:

Vi:

My childhood wasn’t the best. Luckily for me, my grandmother came to my rescue. She helped me through the hardest decision I’d ever made. Suddenly, that decision may be in jeopardy. I made a phone call to connect with a person affected by my decision, and an opportunity fell in my lap. One, that could put to rest my concerns, and offer endless possibilities. Who knew it would turn into something I thought would never happen to me?

Curtis:

I lost my wife to cancer and am struggling to raise my daughter alone. I’m a doctor and my schedule is hectic at best, I need a nanny that can make a connection with my daughter and care for her. I’ve fired a few nannies already, they were unable to put my daughter or myself at ease. I’m hoping the woman I’m going to interview will be our solution. Who knew we would connect with a spark of something more?

Publisher’s Note: This adult romance contains elements of domestic discipline and sensual scenes. If these offend you, please do not purchase.

And here’s an extremely steamy excerpt:

“You’re so wet,” he ground out as his fingers explored her intimate folds.

There was no turning back now, this was happening. “Uh huh,” she said breathily, wishing they were both wearing less clothes. He must have read her mind because her t-shirt was whipped off and her bra soon followed. “You, now.” She tugged on his shirt, but it was wedged between them.

“Wait,” he said, stopping to kiss her before he jumped up to rectify the situation.

Within seconds, Curtis had dispensed of his clothes and returned to take care of the only barrier that was left between them. She went to slide them off and he tapped the back of her hand.

“Let me,” he said. He suckled one nipple and then the other, his lips and stubble grazing her soft skin as he moved south.

She grabbed a handful of his hair, trying to push him where she needed him to be, to make him move faster, but Curtis seemed intent on taking his time.

“Patience,” he ground out. His teeth tugged at her panties, moving them far enough down to expose her shaved mound.

“Yes, Curtis,” she whimpered as he buried his face between her soft thighs as far as he could reach with the offending garment in the way. In one swift movement, his hands were beneath her yanking at them until they were far enough down to slip off her legs.

“Now, we’re getting somewhere,” he said with a chuckle.

His tongue licked and swirled and her heart sang—or maybe that was her voice—oh God, it was her voice doing a high-pitched hum thing—then it happened, a feeling like nothing she’d ever felt before swept over her. It was like an explosion somewhere in her body—it was so intense that it almost hurt, but it felt better than anything she had ever felt before. She was scared to take a breath for fear the feeling would fade away. Sadly, it did, gradually petering out to a slow thump between

her legs. “Oh my, so that’s what it feels like,” she said out loud. She blinked, realizing the man who had made her orgasm for the first time ever was carefully watching her reaction.

“Was that the first time you ever—”

“Yes, that was the first time ever. Oh God, I really have to work on that,” she said. “Oh, I mean work on not saying everything I’m thinking. Although, I would really like to have that happen again.”

“Okay then,” he said with a chuckle. “Let’s get on that.”

About Constance:

Constance Masters is a wife, mother, grandmother, friend and author.
She writes romantic spanking fiction with the main emphasis on romance.

Constance has always been a sucker for reading romance and that reflects in her writing but she also likes to laugh. Her stories are full of love, laughter and family comedy. It’s a lot like her life.

You can get An Unexpected Nanny in all of these places!
Amazon: https://goo.gl/KTfuBw
Amazon UK: https://goo.gl/WaqTro
Amazon Canada: https://goo.gl/4MKE52
Blushing Books: https://goo.gl/9L5CCM

Violated is out now!

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I am sooooo excited about this! It’s here! It’s out! I’m so excited I could explode! Violated: A dark sci fi romance is out NOW!
You can get it on Amazon and it’s also on Kindle Unlimited! Buy now.
Here’s an excerpt that shows what it’s all about. Don’t forget to check out the previous excerpt I posted, and if you’re signed up for my newsletter, you should have received a link to an EXCLUSIVE even HOTTER excerpt, too!

Isla:

I hadn’t really had a plan when I tried to escape. As I knelt on the doctor’s bed, alone, with a plug in my ass, I decided that perhaps it had possibly been a little bit of a mistake. I didn’t know what else he was going to do to me, or if I would survive the rest of this punishment, but right now I was very scared. What had made it worse was the guard, sitting on a chair and watching. I’d been afraid that he would get involved. The guards were horrible. Every time the man tried to do anything, though, the doctor had stopped him. That scared me more. What darker plans did he have for me? It would have almost been easier to process this if he just outright fucked me then left me for the guard, but he didn’t, and I didn’t understand why.

I’d thought the doctor was approachable when I was in my hospital bed, but perhaps the medication made my brain really naïve or something, because now, it was becoming clear that he was just as bad as the rest of them. He’d whipped my rear with his belt and even several minutes later, it still radiated heat. The plug in my ass was nothing short of fucked up. It gnawed at my insides and stretched me sorely. Even his finger had been an enormous intrusion. Nothing had ever been inside my ass before today.

When he returned, I didn’t look up. There was no point. He would do what he wanted and I was powerless to change his mind. I wasn’t sure why I wasn’t dead right now. Actually, given some of the things that happened to dissidents in Telona, being dead might be a relief.

Everyone knew that the government had a special device that erased every aspect of a person’s brain and replaced it with a new personality. However, I’d heard very quietly whispered rumors that it only had a very low success rate, and the rest of the time, people were left as blank vegetables. When that happened, if a woman was of breeding age, she was then sent to a breeding center like this one. We didn’t really need to be able to think, here; in fact, it was a huge disadvantage if we could. I was living proof of that. For now.

Please don’t turn me into a vegetable, Lord Francis. I promise I’ll do better at accepting this life you gave me. In the middle of throwing out the quick plea, something occurred to me. It was so bad that I hardly dared think it. Lord Francis, the ruler of Telona, allegedly knew everything we said or did. Everyone said he was so powerful, he even heard our thoughts. But what if he didn’t? When had he ever done anything I’d asked? And I had done everything I was told. All my life, I’d been too afraid to even think about things because he might know. And then, if he knew my darkest thoughts, the ones I tried not to think, why hadn’t he sent someone to punish me?

What if people just did bad stuff all by themselves, pretending to act in his name? He might even be dead, for all I knew. I was just considering this when the doctor put his hand on my lower back and I startled. I’d forgotten he was in the room.

He reached between my bottom cheeks and grasped the base of the plug he’d stuffed me with, then pulled on it. Gradually, the hateful object came out, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was short-lived, however.

“Now that we’re not being watched by the guard, I’m going to ensure you have a lesson you never forget. Next time you think about trying to escape, remember that this is the punishment you’ll want to get, because the next one will be worse,” the brute murmured in my ear. Any warmth I’d still felt toward him faded away, and I resented his words.

There was a scraping sound. Surprised, I dared to look around, and I saw him sliding a scalpel over a gnarly shaped thing. I had no idea what it was. A spicy, sort-of-fruity scent filled the air; I didn’t know what that was, either.

The scraping continued. I was sure that I didn’t want to find out what he planned to do to me, so I buried my face in a pillow and wished to return to my slumber for two more years.

It was pretty pathetic that sleeping my awful life away in its entirety looked like a good option about now. Why had I ever taken the IV out of my arm? I’d thought everything would be okay again if I had only been awake. For some reason I’d believed it would mean my life would finally begin. Was this all there was?

“This is ginger,” the doctor said. “It’s going inside your ass. When it does, it will burn like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. I want you to remember two things while your ass accepts this: One, I have a freezer in my medical office. Ginger freezes, and I don’t have to thaw it before I put it in your ass. Two, I also have a hot plate. I can make the ginger warm. Bear these in mind and think very long and hard about how you want to behave in the future.”

I wanted to say something about how I’d rather like to stick nasty things in his ass, to see how he liked it, but then he parted my cheeks and the ginger slid in. I squeaked with horror. I don’t know if it was because the earlier anal invasions had made my previously unused bottom sore and chafed, or if it was just the way ginger normally behaved, but the hateful, slick intrusion burned almost instantly. I gasped. It was like getting soap in my eyes. Vicious, orphanage soap. The sort that had made me hate bath times.

Need more, now? Get Violated: A dark sci-fi romance here on Amazon.

COVER REVEAL for Hunted and Violated!

OMG OMG OMG It’s heeere and I’m SO excited to share with you the cover reveal for Violated and Hunted!
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And here’s Hunted (aka The Last Rancher):

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I can’t believe we got to keep the city background that reminds me of Shanghai from the original cover!

Are you as excited about these as I am??

Coming soon: Violated: A dark sci-fi romance (my next book)

How’ve you been? I’m in San Francisco for the coming week! So exciting to have internet with no restrictions instead of the crazy censorship of China! And to make this week even more exciting, I’ve got a new book coming out on Friday!!

Did you read the excerpt of The Last Doctor that I posted a few weeks ago? Well, The Last Rancher (book 1 in this dystopian sci-fi series) is getting a complete makeover to show what it’s about a bit more. It’s getting a new cover and title (Hunted: A dark western sci-fi romance). The second book had the working title The Last Doctor, but it’s actually going to be called Violated: A dark sci-fi romance.

Be warned, guys, Hunted is dark, but Violated (as the title implies) is even darker. And because I know some of you only love me for my historical Highlanders and cupcake-loving daddies, I’m going to bring all my dark stuff out with a different pen name: Aria Adams. This will make sure the scary, disturbing and downright delicious stuff doesn’t burn anyone by accident.

If dark stuff is not for you, maybe sit this one out, especially if The Last Rancher (which is being re-titled as Hunted) was out of your comfort zone. I won’t mind. I know the night isn’t for everyone. For some readers, this book has triggers coming out of its ears including forced breeding, forced surgery, hospitalization, creepy diseases and baby loss. There is medical play but also actual medical scenes. Oh, and the biggest trigger of all to some people: A downtrodden and broken heroine who is still a total fighter and who never gives in. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. 😉

Cover reveals for Hunted (book 1) and Violated (book 2) are coming soon…