Information on The Arrangement's Sequel, The Series, and more ...
I know, right?

There's a sequel? A whole series? WHAAT?!

When did that happen?

Well, actually, it always had happened. From the moment I began penning The Arrangement, it was planned to be a series titled The Russian Guns. In fact, for the longest time, the page on this blog that directed to information on The Arrangement was titled for the series and not the first book. Every post on this blog that referenced The Arrangement had the tag "The Russian Guns series" attached.

The Russian Guns is a three book trilogy--though I prefer series--that follows the main couple Anton and Viviana through the first few years of their relationship, marriage, and the mafia lifestyle they live and the issues they face through it all.

When I pitched the story, I pitched it as the first book in a series of three. The publisher, unfortunately, was only interested in the first book. Subsequent series titles featuring the same couple as the main pairing wasn't something they were interested in, though I wasn't aware of that fact and they didn't make me aware, either.

So, it's not a surprise that everywhere you look, The Arrangement comes up as a single title, standalone story. Certainly not a shocker that it doesn't present itself as a series with more titles coming up. Though I requested for the series information to be included, and provided the information during publication, it still isn't and won't be for the first book unless I can do it myself.

Like Goodreads. And possibly Amazon.

When I was able to change the book's information on Goodreads the other day--with the help of a wonderful librarian--my Goodreads inbox was flooded with several messages within minutes.

"There's more?"

"More of Anton and Vine?"


Yeah, there's more. A lot more. So much more. Thank, thank, thank you for your interest and support. It was just what I needed in this journey.

And I cannot wait to share it, really. I will be sharing it, too.

I will be self-publishing the final two installments of Viviana and Anton's story in The Life and The Score. It's a scary step, but without a doubt, the right one for me and this series. No, The Arrangement will likely not show up as the first book in the series, but every book I put out myself will be linked back to it for the new readers. I hope to have The Life out by summer, and at the latest, the end of summer. And while the subsequent books can be considered standalones in the series, I do highly recommend new readers delve into The Arrangement first to learn the story of these two characters and how their love story really came to be.

For those possible wonderers of Christina and Nicoli, there is a very high probability of a fourth novella being released once Anton and Viviana's stories are completely told. I always wanted to tell their tale as well.

Anyways, there's the info. Thanks for reading my ramble. Please share for others to know, also.

Guest Post: Just For The Weekend by Susanne Matthews

The Story Behind the Story:

My husband is a Trekker. He has movies, posters, ceramic plates,  games, and of course figures. None of my grandkids can understand why Grandpa doesn’t take his toys out of the packages, because you can’t play with them if they’re still in the packages. For his sixtieth birthday, a friend and our daughter threw him a Star Trek birthday party and many of the guests came in costume. We had a wonderful time.  Note my daughter in her Dax costume and a very young Mr. Spock as well as my Klingon son.


The idea of going to a Star trek convention was the inspiration for JUST FOR THE WEEKEND. Imagine the thrill of rubbing elbows with characters long admired and enjoyed.   You could pretend to be someone else for a few hours, a few days. It would be fun! When I was doing the research, I found out that it might not be as much fun as I thought.

There have been many documented examples of women being assaulted at these conventions by men behaving badly. It seems you put a mask on someone, and they morph into someone else. Hiding behind masks seems to destroy our inhibitions and we’ll do things we wouldn’t otherwise do. But the worst information I found didn’t involve the doers—it involved those who stood by and did nothing. It seems there is a culture prepared to overlook people having fun at someone else’s expense. Whatever happened to just having fun? Good, clean, safe fun? If you were behind the feathered mask, would it change you?

I tried to incorporate some aspects of that in the book. Women are people first. What they wear or don’t wear shouldn’t give a man a license to treat them poorly. The incidents I used in the story were designed to be humorous as well as call attention to a problem.  


Sometimes, you have to step out of the box.

Kindergarten teacher, Cleo James, needs a break. For the past three years, she’s put her life on hold to help her father deal with grief, but now she’s ready to move on. A weekend in Vegas at a sci-fi convention may be just the place to start. She’ll be costumed as an alien and no one will recognize her. What could go wrong? Things get complicated when she’s attracted to a conventioneer whom she believes is a gorgeous Chippendale dancer.  Can Cleo set her strict moral code aside and enjoy what promises to be a once upon a time weekend?

Multimillionaire real estate developer, Sam Mason has sworn off serious relationships. In Vegas to visit family and friends, he’s talked into attending a sci-fi convention for the night. Dressed as an alien, he’s confident he can elude the usual gold diggers looking to star in the role of Mrs. Sam Mason. When he spots a beautiful woman dressed as a green-skinned slave girl, he’s captivated by her and changes his plans to leave Vegas in the morning. The more time he spends with her, the more he realizes she’s unlike any woman he’s known. Fantastic sex and too much alcohol find him married to his alien siren, but before he can tell her the truth about himself and see if they can make their marriage work, the bride vanishes.  Finding her is going to be a challenge.


“I look like a mutant leprechaun belly dancer.” She took a sip of her wine. “It’s a damn good thing you didn’t show me this when you asked me to come. I’d have said no.”

 “For the record, you’re not a mutant leprechaun; you’re an Orion slave girl. Men are powerless before you. Too bad that cutie from the bar last night can’t see you. You’re worth a dozen of the brunette he was with. Come here so I can spray the glitter on you.”

Two glasses of wine in quick succession were easing her embarrassment, but as she allowed Mitch to spray the liquid shimmer on her hair and body, she couldn’t resist one final complaint.

“Well, I’d rather wear what you’re wearing. If the air-conditioning is turned up as high as it was this morning, I’ll be an Orion slave icicle!”

“Seriously, Cleo, relax. Don’t be a prude. No one’s going to recognize you. I know you’re not used to showing so much skin, but you look fantastic, and the men will be drooling all around you. Every woman in the room is going to envy you. You’ll be the most sought-after slave girl here. ”

“God, I hope not. That’s the last thing I want. I feel like a chunk of meat on display for a starving man. You’re the extrovert, the one who wants to be the center of attraction. I’m not. I think that’s why we’re friends—because we’re so different.” Horror filled her eyes as she thought of something else. “Crap, I hope no one takes my picture. The last thing I need is to have someone see us on the Internet and recognize me. I’ll wear this tonight because it’s too late to find anything else, but we’re going costume shopping tomorrow. I’m sure we can find something a little less revealing.”

“Whatever you say, but I don’t think anyone’s going to recognize you.”

Cleo turned around and stood in front of the mirror. Her mouth dropped open in shock. Good grief. It’s even worse than I imagined. Thanks to the glitter, her skin reflected the light and looked alive, shimmering as she moved. Her hair shone the same way, and she looked alluring and mysterious. Her large, hazel eyes seemed more golden than ever. Mitch was right about one thing: she didn’t look like a kindergarten teacher from Gordon’s Grove. She looked like a sexy, alien siren. Just the look I want around a bunch of half-drunk Neanderthals. She remembered how decent guys had turned into absolute jerks at university costume parties.

“If it makes you feel better, you can stand behind the table replenishing the books as I sign them and handing out the bookmarks and the other swag the publisher provided. Come on, let’s go.”

Cleo followed her best friend out of the room. She shook her head. Why do I let myself get talked into these things?


Cleo followed Mitch into the convention hall packed with hundreds of people in various alien costumes, and allowed some of the excitement in the air to calm her fears. She recognized outfits from various sci-fi movies and television shows. There were several Orion slave girls in a variety of shapes, shades, and sizes, and Cleo saw the not-so-friendly glares she got from them—especially when one of their male friends stared admiringly at her. She nodded in return and chuckled when one girl gave the guy she was with a jab in the ribs.

She tried to keep up with Mitch, who barreled across the room as if she were in a speed-walking race. Barefoot as she was, conscious of the icky, sticky carpet, Cleo moved slowly to avoid stomping boots and heels. She’d almost made it to the promised land of booth security when a giant, in snake-like makeup and the dark gray leather and chain mail associated with the Cardassians, grabbed her arm. He spun her around quickly.

“Hey, let go of my …” Her angry words died on her lips.

“What have we here?” He eyed her hungrily. “Are you lost, my pretty little slave girl?”

Familiar chocolate eyes pierced hers, and she couldn’t think straight. His whiskey-smooth voice caressed her; his touch ignited a fire along her spine. Realizing what he’d said, she searched for an answer.

“Lost? No, I got separated from my Klingon friend. She’s over there.”

She pointed to the publishers’ autograph area where Mitch stood.

“Then allow me to escort you safely to her.”

Holding her close to him, he ushered her across the congested convention floor. He bowed to Mitch and gave the Cardassian salute.

“I believe she’s yours, but I’m entitled to a reward for coming to her assistance.”

He smiled wickedly before pulling Cleo into his arms and capturing her mouth with his.

Cleo held herself rigid, but the kiss poured liquid fire through her. Of their own volition, her arms wrapped around his neck both to hold her upright and to encourage the incredible sensations to continue. His mouth devoured hers as if she was his last meal. She’d been kissed before, but never like this. When he slowly pulled away, she was breathless. She read desire in his eyes.

“Later, my Orion beauty.” He turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

 “Who the hell is that?”

“I have no idea.” Cleo reached for Mitch’s blue-tinted Romulan ale and drained the glass.


About Susanne Matthews:

Susanne Matthews lives in Eastern Ontario, Canada. She is a retired educator who enjoys writing romance novels and reading them too. In the summer, she gardens and goes camping—in a tent. In the winter, she hibernates in front of her computer or watches her favorite television shows while sipping a glass of red wine.


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Doris O'Connor on her Projects Series and Maria's Story - The Mating Project
Please give a big welcome to Ms Doris as she stops by to chat about her newest release!


Thanks so much for hosting me today. I'm incredibly excited to be sharing Maria's story with you. I knew I had to write her story from the minute we meet her in book one of the Projects Series, The Orgasm Project. In that book she sets up her best friend with her brothers. In book two of the series, The Bear Project, she is there for her human work colleague Emmi, when she comes back from holiday mated to a bear shifter, and we get the first glimpse at Maria's complicated love life.


"Oh, no," Emmi said. "You're not getting out of this so easily. Spill, Maria, what in hell is going on? You made it sound like some sort of dire emergency on the phone, so I drag myself here on my day off, and then you turn up half an hour late, and looking as though you've been dragged through a hedge backwards." Emmi stopped and properly looked at her friend. "And you were wearing those clothes yesterday. I knew it, you're seeing someone! Who is he?"

She had to be. Maria was always perfectly turned out, and she'd never wear the same clothes twice in a row, and she had sounded desperate on the phone.

Emmi crossed her arms and glared at Maria, and she squirmed.

"Them, actually, but you can't tell anyone, promise me, please."

"Two?" Emmi laughed. She couldn't help it. Here she was on the verge of combusting with sexual frustration, and Maria had snared herself two guys. "What is it with your family and threesomes?"

Maria paled, and something in her intense blue gaze told Emmi that all was not well here.

"Promise me, Emmi, you mustn't tell a soul. Not Anastasia or my brothers and certainly not Cole. Promise!"


Yes, it's complicated, and dangerous, and Maria and her men break all the rules.

I recall my editor telling me in no uncertain terms that I'd better be writing Maria's story next, when she read that bit in The Bear Project.


So, this is it. Maria gets her men…or does she?

You'll have to read the book to find out.  J


Being together could mean death to them all, but walking away is not an option…

Bloodlines need to be protected at all costs and as a true-blood cougar Maria is expected to mate with a council-approved shifter. Too bad the one chosen makes her skin crawl for all the wrong reasons.

But running away already landed her in hot water once before. Wolf shifter Malachi Luca saved her life ten years ago, and then promptly disappeared with her heart. So much for true love.

Now time is running out and Maria is feeling the strain. Seducing Professor Silas Deacon should be a welcome distraction except the human turns out to be her mate, too.

And that damn wolf—yeah he's back and determined to claim both his cat and his human. What's a girl to do? Fight for love and enjoy the awesome sex, of course.

Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), m/m sex, bondage, spanking, anal sex


Adult Excerpt:


Maria couldn't get enough air into her lungs, and she yanked on her restraints, the longer the two of them just stood there watching her through hooded lids.

Relax, little cat. Let us take care of you, and we'll deal with the rest of the world tomorrow, or next week.

Silas winked at her, and Maria's agitated cat calmed down. In fact the animal bowed her head in submission and hissed her approval when Malachi pulled his tee over his head. Her throat went dry taking in the hair roughened expanse of his chest and the force of his erection straining his jeans. Silas, too, shrugged out of his shirt and kicked off his trousers and boxer briefs in one impatient move. His magnificent cock bounced up to his navel, and Maria whimpered when he took himself in hand and stroked along his impressive girth. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the slow movement of that hand. Not even when Malachi tore her dress off her with one abrupt flick of his clawed hands.

Cool air fluttered across her exposed skin, and her breasts grew heavy as her nipples tried their best to punch through the lace of her bra. The bed dipped again when Malachi knelt next to her and with a few well-placed flicks of his claws cut away their lacy covering. He continued a downward path of pleasuring pain toward her mound, using just enough force to leave a red trail behind. The slow slide and drag of those razor-sharp nails of his caused her whole body to tense, as sensations bombarded her. More of her juices gushed out of her as her pussy clenched in desperate need to be filled, and her hips pushed up when he circled her clit with his claw, lazy, incredibly slow circles that had her panting and undulating her hips in an effort to increase the pressure to that little swollen nubbin.

"Lie still, princess, or so help me I'll leave you hanging." Malachi's hot hand landed on her belly and pushed her hips back down on the bed at the same time as Silas stepped close enough for Malachi to grasp hold of his cock. The action meant he abandoned Maria's needy clit, and she whimpered when he licked away the bead of pre-cum that had appeared on Silas's dick.

"Fuck, yes." Silas hissed the words as Malachi took all of his lover's dick in his mouth and fondled his balls with one hand. The other still held her hips down, and Maria bit her lip as arousal fizzed through her veins. She wanted to come so badly, and she was so damn close that the slight wafts of air, created by Malachi bobbing his head up and down on Silas's cock made her clit contract with need.

Silas fisted his hands in Malachi's hair and fucked his mouth with an urgency and brutal need that he'd never displayed with her. She tore her gaze away from the sight of Malachi's lips stretched across Silas's dick to find Silas's gaze riveted between her thighs.

Maria whimpered at the heat of that gaze, until Silas pulled away from Malachi and knelt next to her head instead.

Grasping his dick, slick with Malachi's saliva, he ran it across her bottom lip, and Maria opened her mouth eagerly to take in as much as he could. Silas kept his hand on the base of his shaft to stop her from choking on his length, and she shot him a grateful look, as he started to fuck her mouth. The taste of him mixed in with Malachi's earthy scent, and she swallowed the first spurts of his cum down.

"Fuck, that's so hot."

Malachi's words sounded strained and slightly distorted as though he was more wolf than man right now, and Silas fucked her faster. One hand wrapped in her hair as he held her head at just the right angle to serve his needs, and the knowledge that he used her to his ends, had her grow even wetter. The rip of fabric as her underwear tore made her shudder, and there was the swipe of Malachi's rough tongue, and her body tensed. His claws dug into her ass as he lifted her up to give himself better access to her drenched core, and she screamed as her first orgasm ripped through her body.

Malachi chuckled into her pussy and then stepped up his efforts as Silas pulled out of her mouth and his hot cum splashed over her breasts.

Maria was too far gone to care, because Malachi now pushed two fingers into her channel, and finding her sweet spot in record time sent her over the edge twice more.

By the time she could draw air into her lungs, Silas was removing her leg shackles and Malachi had rid himself of his trousers. His cock was just as thick, if not thicker than Silas's. It wasn't quite as long, and the head of his dick looked swollen and purple, the balls drawn up tight to his body as though he was barely holding in his cum.

Malachi’s stubble glistened with the evidence of her arousal, and when he bent to devour her mouth his with his, she tasted herself in with him. It pitched her need for him sky high again, despite her earlier orgasms, and she pleaded with him in between kisses.

"Please, please…"

He pulled away and with a wicked grin bent down to lick the sticky evidence of Silas's cum of her breasts. Silas joined him on the other side, and the dual sensations sent her clit and pussy into overdrive. There was something so dirty and yet terribly arousing in the act, and when both men bit down on one erect nipple each, another orgasm ripped through her.


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Author Bio:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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Blog Tour: Stealing His Heart - Guest Post from @EllaJade1

Stealing His Heart
Ella Jade

Erotic, Contemporary Romance

When the players take the field this spring come meet my players...

Who Wants a Hot and Sexy Baseball Hero? Book Boyfriend Material...


When the players take the field this spring I have a sports romance to help heat up your night.


Do you like sexy, dirty talkin’, southern pitchers? Paxton Hughes may be your next book boyfriend.


“Baby, I have a filthy mind, and you’re on it constantly.” He squeezed her against his side as they walked. “If you could see the things I see in my head when it comes to the two of us, you’d be blushing all the time.”


Pax has got to be one of my naughtiest heroes. When I created him I wanted him to have that raw charm that would not only make a girl swoon but make her drop her panties too. He’s hot, charming, athletic and know how to treat his girl. Who would say no to all of that?


The cool thing about writing this kind of man is developing his transformation when he meets the right woman. Paxton changes for the heroine, Sophia, but in a good way. She never asks him to change but as their relationship grows he becomes more of a man a girl would be proud to call hers.


Don’t worry... although his character evolves throughout the book he never loses that sexy edge that makes him yummy. He stays true to that bad boy persona so many of us have grown to love in our romance heroes.


I hope you’ll consider adding Stealing His Heart to your TBR pile.

Will the bad-boy pitcher strike out when it comes to love?
Shy music teacher Sophia Ballis has sworn off men. After a bad experience with a college jock she decided it was better to be alone than to get burned again. She focused on her education and now her new job at a local private school.
Professional baseball pitcher Paxton Hughes is a player both on and off the field. He's
signed to the Kingston Crushers to bring home the coveted championship title. Nothing can get in his way. Serious relationships don't mix with a life on the road and he never loses focus on the game. One-night stands are his specialty for a reason.
While out jogging one spring morning, the two collide, setting their course in motion. Pax is immediately drawn to the unassuming beauty. Sophia is aware of his reputation and decides one night of meaningless sex with the attractive Texas charmer is just what she needs to get over her self-imposed dry spell. Pax has more than a one-night stand on his mind, but will his bad-boy persona and demanding schedule ruin any chances of a happily ever after?
Content Warning: contains explicit sex and adult content

“Can I walk you to your car?”
“Thank you.”
Sophia got up from the table and took his hand. “I’m parked right out front.”
Pax led her across the dance floor, waving to the few people who were left, and then out to the parking lot.
“It’s that one.” She pointed to her beat-up car, the one she’d bought her freshman year of college. It was used then but it still managed to get her where she needed to go. “Probably not as nice as what you drive.”
He leaned her against the car and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her heart pounded hard against her chest, strumming loud between her ears. She could smell the beer that lingered on his breath. His hazel eyes narrowed as he swiped the tip of his tongue along his top lip before tilting his head.
“I have a feeling I’m going be seeing you in my dreams tonight.” He sighed as he brought his mouth to hers. “Give me something to remember these next few days.”
She nodded as she placed her hands on his broad shoulders and guided him to her, closing any space between them. When his warm lips touched hers, she thought she would explode. A burn coursed through her and settled between her legs. The mild tingling she’d experienced when they danced was nothing compared to the intensity she felt now.
As he deepened the kiss, his tongue massaged hers. Increasing his hold on her hips, he pinned her between the car and his massive thighs. She tightened her grip on him when
his erection grazed her center. Every nerve ending in her begged to be satiated. The ache inside her stomach moved lower until the dampness invaded her panties. Her nipples poked against the thin material of her silk bra.
When she moaned into his mouth, he placed one last kiss on her lips before pulling away. He looked at her for a moment, pressing his forehead to hers, as he stuttered a few words.
“That was...well, I’ve never...” He ran his fingers through his hair. “You have me tongue-tied, sugar. That doesn’t happen often.”
Now she wanted to know what else he could do with that tongue.
“You best get in that car and drive away before I...”
She’d never wanted to have a one-night stand more than she did at that very moment. Maggie had said if there was ever a guy to have one with, Pax would be the one. He was a no-strings-attached player. Why hadn’t he asked her to go home with him?
“Be safe driving home.” He reached for the handle and opened her door. “You have some sweet dreams. I know I sure will.”
Sleep? That was the last thing on her mind.

Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.
Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she's not chasing after her kids,
she's busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you'll get lost in her words.
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Book Tour - Spotlight & #Review: Auctioned to Protect by Doris O'Connor

Title: Auctioned to Protect
Genre: Erotica, Contemporary, BDSM

Long Blurb:

Tough undercover cop Mike Anderson does not submit to anyone, let alone a pint sized bundle of curves with a Mistress Complex, who stands for everything he despises about BDSM.

Thrown into a world where the rules make no sense to him, he has to rely on his instincts, and they all scream one thing—submit to His Lady.

Scarlett Simpson is one of the most feared Mistresses at Club Spectrum and she has a score to settle. Mike's atrocious behavior needs addressing. If only she wasn't so attracted to the big hunk of a man, and he didn't prove so utterly responsive. As she explores his boundaries through Shibari and Knife Play, Scarlett can't help but get emotionally involved.

Submission freely given is a gift she treasures, but can she trust Mike to stay around once the case is over? When danger comes knocking, will Mike be able to protect her, or will this end in tragedy?

Mike’s heart crashed against his chest bone, and his whole body tensed as adrenaline flooded his system at the sight of that knife.
“I warn you now. You come near me with that fucking knife and woman or not, I’ll take you out. This isn’t funny.”
He kept his gaze trained on that wicked-looking blade, and breathed a sigh of relief when Scarlett put it down on the massage table. She cocked her head to one side and regarded him steadily with an extremely unsettling small smile on her full lips.
Now what was the blasted woman up to?
“I mean it, there’s no way you’re getting near me with that thing. Knives are not for playing stupid games.”
“I agree, and I take knife play very seriously. It’s also the most effective way to test your trust in me.”
“You’re fucking losing the plot, here.”
Scarlett laughed, and drew herself up to every inch of her five-foot-nothing frame. She fixed him with that look again, and stood to one side.
“No, I’m not losing the plot here, you are. Look at yourself. Not so brave now, are we?”
“What has you getting some kick out of cutting me with a fucking knife got to do with
bravery? Been there, done that, got the fucking T-shirt and the scars to prove it, so—”
“Show me,” Scarlett interrupted him and he stopped dead, and scowled at her.
Damn infuriating woman. He lifted his left arm, and she stepped closer to inspect the fine line left behind. That blade had punctured his lung and put him out of action for a while. He sucked in a breath when she followed that line and used just enough force for her long fingernails to score his skin.
“Anywhere else?” she asked.
Their gazes locked as she continued to run her hands over his naked skin, and he had to clear his throat to get the words out.
“My back.”
She stepped away and around the table and then her soft little hands were back, tracing a line down his spine this time, until she found the mark just underneath his kidneys. He grimaced at her sharp intake of breath, and then closed his eyes when something soft and supple touched his scars there. Had she kissed him? Sure enough when he risked a look over his shoulder she was in the process of straightening up, her expression unreadable.
Their eyes met again and she smiled at him.
“I can see why this would freak you out, but I never break the skin—never. In the right hands a knife can bring the ultimate erotic pleasure. I’ll show you, if you let me.”
It was on the tip of his tongue to blurt out a very emphatic no, but something in the quiet way she studied him stopped him.
“You mean I get a choice?”
This time he could read her expression all too well. Irritation radiated off her in almost palpable waves, and he knew he’d goofed up again.
“Forget I said that. I know it’s my choice. Laura screeched that at me often enough. How it’s her choice to do all this, and to jump at Slade’s bidding.” He couldn’t keep the bitterness out of his voice, and Scarlett narrowed her eyes and shook her head.
“And yet, you clearly didn’t hear her, did you? What you describe is not the way this works. Laura and Slade’s relationship is far more complicated than that. Your sister is a strong, independent woman, and her submission to her Master is entirely her choice. Submission is a gift any Dominant treasures, and it’s a responsibility none of us take lightly.”
“So you say,” Mike grumbled under his breath.
Scarlett went very still and when she finally looked at him, her previously warm green eyes were icicles of steel.
“Then there is really nothing else to say, and I’ll escort you off the premises.”
“Oh no you won’t. I have a job to do here.”
“Then fucking do it, and open your closed-off mind to the possibilities. There is no place for you here otherwise, and Laura will have lost a brother as well as her parents.”
Her voice could have cut steel, and the ice-cold disdain with which she still regarded him cut through his protective layers of indifference as though she had cut him with that damn knife.
“Keep my fucking sister out of it. I’m here to protect you on order of the commissioner himself, and I’m not moving until I get the bad guy.”
Scarlett moved so fast he never saw it coming. One minute she was stood glaring at him, the next she had her whip in her hand and the end of the damn thing missed his head by inches. Only he got the distinct impression that she didn’t miss him at all. Every crack of the whip rung in his ears, and the air whooshed past his face, yet she never touched him. Mike didn’t dare move, too caught up in
watching Scarlett swing that whip with such deadly precision.
When she finally stopped, a fine sheen of perspiration marked her skin and she let out a
slow exhale.
“Does that look as though I need protecting?” she asked.

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to
toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters
tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.


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My Review of Auctioned to Protect:

Four out of Five Stars

Mike Anderson is one heck of a cop, on a job that requires him to protect Scarlett Simpson by order of the Commissioner. Submission and Dominance aren't really in his repertoire, unless he's the one doing the dominating. Scarlett, however, is a well-known, very respected Domme, and she's determined to break through those tough-as-steel walls Mike has put up around himself. Between Scarlett pushing Mike's limits, and the danger lurking around the corner, will these two make it out safe and sound?

I very much enjoyed Auctioned to the Honorable Dom. And going into Auctioned to Protect, Mike had a lot to prove to me as a reader. He had been such an insufferable, ignorant jerk during his sister's story that I wasn't entirely sure if I would connect with him as a character in his own. Luckily, Doris has a way with her words and her characters that draw you in and make you understand. Beyond his tough exterior and attitude, Mike had his own feelings and problems he was hiding. He's not as difficult as he seems, he just needed the right person to bring the better parts of him out.

Scarlett, on the other hand, needed very little for me to like. She's strong as can be, takes nothing from no one, and isn't the least bit frightened to take what she wants or, for lack of better wording, make you take what you need. She's not afraid to be show her softer sides, either. Her character was just ... perfect. Especially for a Domme, and I'm not particularly big on Dommes, myself. I happen to think Scarlett might have taken a little more crap from Mike than she probably would a normal sub, but that was likely because of her very obvious attachment to the big lout.

Doris keeps you turning the pages with the hints and danger of the stalker who is all too close to Scarlett's heels. Without giving anything away, who it was wasn't who I thought at all. As I've come to expect from this author, the smexy scenes were smoking and leaves nothing to the imagination. Poor Mike didn't know what hit him, hehe.

I'm looking forward to the next after the little piece at the end! Get on that, Doris!

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