Today I have a very exciting collection of previews for you, all of which come from Hero Undercover, the anthology of TWENTY-FIVE undercover romances by some of the best-known authors in our genre!
Hero Undercover: 25 Undercover Romances
Publication date: June 27th 2017
Genres: Erotica, Romance
SUMMER IS COOLER WHEN YOU STAY UNDERCOVER!
25 New York Times, USA Today, and award-winning best-selling romance authors offer this sizzling compilation of panty-melting undercover bad boys, from swoon-worthy cowboys and alpha military men to deliciously decadent dominants. This smoking-hot collection features a wide array of stories including dark fantasies, seductive sci-fi, and erotic BDSM, all with the sweet happily-ever-afters you crave!
Hundreds of pages for one unbeatable price. Turn up the AC, lie back, and escape into these brand new, red hot riveting reads.
Authors include: Annabel Joseph, Addison Cain, Renee Rose, Maggie Ryan, Maddie Taylor, Emily Tilton, Trent Evans, Jennifer Bene, Jane Henry, Sophie Kisker, Megan Michaels, Katherine Deane, Maggie Carpenter, Maisy Archer, Alyssa Bailey, Claire Conrad, Stevie MacFarlane, Piper Stone, Anya Summers, Lucy Wild, BJ Wane, A.C. Rose, April Hill, Amelia Smarts, Meredith O’Reilly
Check out these awesome excerpts:
Cherry on Top by Katherine Deane:
“Did you just spank me?”
The grin in her eyes told him it wasn’t an accident. “I wanted to see what you would do.” “Here’s what I’d do.”
He moved quickly and flipped her over onto her tummy and yanked her up onto her knees as she squealed. Crack! He brought his hand down onto her plump ass cheeks, loving the sound it made as it echoed through the room. Three more times, he spanked her hard while she let out a sound that was a combination of a yelp and a laugh. “More, little girl?”
Justice, Roughly by Amelia Smarts
He was glaring at her, his eyes flashing with anger and his lips set in a firm line. A tick in his jaw indicated he was gritting his teeth, and the scar that tracked his face seemed especially pronounced. She’d never seen a man looking as fierce as Wyatt appeared in that moment. She found it hard to believe he was the same gentle, soft-spoken man she’d gotten to know.
Her heart continued to pound, now anxious over Wyatt’s obvious displeasure. She wasn’t sure what had angered him until he spoke. He strode the few steps to her and grasped her arm. “You have a death wish, woman?” When she didn’t respond, he asked, “What were you thinking, drawing your gun on a man having words with me? He could have killed you!”
“I, I wanted to protect you,” she stammered, trying to wrench her arm free, to no avail. His grip wasn’t tight enough to inflict anything worse than discomfort, but it was unyielding.
“I don’t need you to protect me, Elsie,” he bellowed. “I don’t need any woman coming in the middle of my argument with another man, putting herself in danger on my behalf.” He gave her a shake. “You listening to me, woman?”
She’d never seen this severe, chastising side to Wyatt, and she felt desperate for him to understand her motivation. “But it’s not your fight, it’s mine. And you’re injured! I didn’t want him to hurt you.”
“I would much prefer for me to lose a fistfight than for you to lose a gunfight… or win one, for that matter, and end up in prison!” He walked with purpose toward the front of the barn, hauling her along with him.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked, though she had a strong suspicion of his intention when he dragged her in the direction of the bench.
He sat down and hauled her over his knee, then wrapped his other leg over hers, pinning her in place. His left hand fell in such a hard swat on her clothed bottom that she gasped and arched upward.
“Teaching you a lesson about safety,” he growled. He grasped the waist of her trousers and tugged them down, while she squirmed helplessly between his legs pinning her in place.
She felt mortified when the cool morning air wafted over her bare bottom. Before when he’d spanked her, she’d felt some measure of control. Now she felt like a bad little girl, helpless to prevent her punishment, especially when he proceeded with giving her naked backside a proper, no-nonsense tanning. Sharp swats peppered her bottom and the tops of her thighs, causing such a sting that tears flooded her eyes nearly immediately.
The Scarlet Stiletto by Maggie Carpenter
He’d just laid his trousers over the chair against the wall when he heard a gentle knock. Realizing he was still wearing his socks, he half-hopped-half-walked across the room as he pulled them off. A woman had once told him, a man in his socks and boxers was about the most unattractive thing she could imagine. Boxers and an undershirt could be sexy, but not boxers and socks. Slightly out of breath, and determined he would not be sharing Ruby’s bed, he opened the door.
“Hi,” she said softly, gazing at him, her blue eyes inviting more than a perfunctory response.
He could feel his resolve melting away. Standing before him was a Goddess cloaked in shimmering pink. The thin silky satin nightgown floating around her body highlighted every curve, her nipples were pressing urgently against the flimsy fabric, then his eyes fell to her lips, her unbelievably lusciously kissable lips.
“I want you,” she whispered, closing the foot of space between them and circling her arms around his neck. “I don’t care about what’s right or wrong, I don’t care about tomorrow morning, I don’t care about morals or virtues or any of that. I want you, I need you, and if you think badly of me, so be it. Please, Patrick, please make love to me.”
The embers burning inside him flared into a white hot flame, and swooping her up he carried her to the bed, laid her down, and resting his weight on top of her, he dropped his lips on hers. He kissed her holding nothing back, exposing his hungry need as he crushed her lips, praying she would know his fervent desire for her was based on more than just lust, and when he finally broke away, his heart was pounding, his cock was standing at full attention, and he was completely breathless. Raising his gaze he found her panting as he was, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes half-lidded. For a moment he thought she was about to speak, but she didn’t, instead moaning her pleasure and raising her chest, silently begging his lips to visit her breasts.
He wanted to slow things down, but his burning fever had taken control, and as he traveled his mouth to her cleavage, his hands moved to the thin spaghetti straps resting on her shoulders. Sliding them down, exposing her luscious mounds, he dove his mouth from one nipple to the next, hungrily sucking as he listened to her utterances of joy, then hastily sliding off her gown and tossing it aside, he pushed his fingers into her naked sex. She cried out and wriggled against his touch, and as he thrust his finger into her soaked strait, he heard himself groan. Rising up he tore off his undershirt and boxers, then laying back on top of her, he pushed her legs apart with his own, and rested his cock against her sex.
A Thief for the Duke by Megan Michaels
But then it begged the question. How did Miss Henrietta become a street urchin, begging and stealing to eat? Did she have a family? These were questions he’d find answers to, unraveling the mystery of one Miss Henrietta Leticia Beaumont.
“Stop tugging at that damnable dress before you tatter it more than it already is, and look at me when I’m speaking, girl.”
“Must you always be so gruff? I’ve done nothing to incur this attitude.” Her eyes narrowed, her lips thinning. The pert tilt of her chin made him want to pinch it between his thumb and forefinger, kissing her plump, red lips—hard.
“Well, your situation says otherwise, my dear. You actually did do something to invite both attitude and correction. First, you stole. This is both a breaking of not only the public law but also the moral code of ethics. Second, your impertinent, sassy mouth has caused you to sit on what I’m assuming is a still very sore little bottom. If I’m wrong about this, and I’ll know in a jiffy by your continued bratty behavior, I’ll rectify the matter straight away. But this time, Miss Ettie, I assure you there will be nothing between your arse and my hand.”
Even though it was only infinitesimally, her eyes widened before she quickly righted them again. And damn if Charles didn’t love it, she tilted her chin up again, this time a little higher, sniffing loudly through her nose, refusing to respond.
Charles loved a good game of chess or the clash of swords, and it appeared he’d found someone to duel with. “I tally two cheeky responses, girl. Once we hit four, your recompense will commence. You’ve been warned.”
She shifted on the seat, and he assumed her backside was more than likely goose bumped with dread, and he delighted in the thought. His penis stirred at the immediate visualization of her upended, her rosy bare bottom jiggling and her cunny pressed against him. And almost simultaneously, his hand involuntarily twitched, aching to bring the fantasy to life.
“I think we should talk about the school and some of the expectations, as well as what the Magistrate has ordered for your stay, which is minimal, I may add.”
The Officer’s Little Girl by Meredith O’Reilly
With a firm grasp of her, I moved to the side and fastened with the provided cuff and strap to one corner of the bed. I made quick work of doing the same to the other foot leaving her legs spread wide and the lovely curls she’d teased me with on full display. Proceeding to the top of the bed, I quickly restrained her wrists as well. When she was spread eagle, I took a step back and enjoyed the view.
“Adam,” Chloe whined, wiggling around as she tested her restraints. I hadn’t made them so tight that she wouldn’t be able to move. I didn’t want her to injure herself.
“Quiet,” I commanded, snapping the flogger against her stomach. It was lightweight, made of soft deerskin, and perfect for beginners. I knew it wouldn’t cause her pain, but instead bring attention to the area. I flicked again, slightly lower. “When you came to this resort, you agreed that I would be the dominant. As such, I’m the one who decides what we do and when we’ll do it. Trying to tease, and manipulate me into doing what you want to do is known as topping from the bottom. This is unacceptable, and will result in a punishment for you. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered, her reply coming out in a breathy whisper. She looked up at me with wide eyes, her pupils beginning to dilate. My naughty girl was turned on with me firmly in control…excellent.
As a reward, I gave her pussy a couple of thwacks and watched with delight as her back bowed off the bed. For now, I enjoyed her uninhibited reaction. In the future, however, I’d want her to stay still; it would enhance her pleasure.
“We’re going to do a bit of practicing,” I announced. There was no time like the present to start her training. “You’ll get my lash on various parts of your body. Your tits,” I landed a light stroke there, “your thighs.” She received another well-place swat, “and all points in between. I want you to stay still. For every move you make, you’ll earn another stroke and double the time I make you wait for an orgasm. Understand?”
“How long must I wait?”
“How long, Sir?”
“That’s for me to decide, isn’t it?”
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How exciting are those? My copy arrived on my Kindle yesterday and I can’t wait to begin reading (I had a migraine yesterday and this morning so I had to show restraint for the sake of my poor head)!
If you haven’t already got your copy of Hero Undercover: 25 Undercover Romances, you can grab it here on Amazon.com or here on Amazon.co.uk for the INCREDIBLE price of $0.99 (UK: 99p)!! Need another reason to buy it? The proceeds go to charity!
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Lots of love,