by Sara Brookes
My place was only five minutes away, but since I’d discovered Adelita’s fascination with public displays of affection, I was damn well going to take advantage of hiding in plain sight. A car horn blared as we dashed across the street, the speeding car narrowly missing us.
“Triss, what the hell are you doing?” Her question was abruptly cut off when I pushed her against the alley wall.
“So the redhead was a screamer.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
Her words died on the wind swirling around us as I swung her leg around my hip, found her opening, and thrust three fingers inside her cunt with one smooth stroke. “The question is, Adelita…are you?”
About the Author
A native Virginian, Sara sold her first published romance novel, FLASH OF DARK, an urban fantasy romance pitting vampires against the Fae, in 2009. Since that fateful day, she’s published over 20 books in various sub-genres of romance, been generously honored with several awards, and saved the world from evil chocolate chip cookies.
In 2011, her futuristic romance MIDNIGHT’S GHOST, received the PRISM Award from the RWA’s Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal chapter for Best Futuristic Romance. RAGGED EDGE, a contemporary erotic ménage romance, and PERFECT LIMIT, a science fiction erotica, were both finalists in the 2013 EPIC Awards in their respective categories. Her 2013 release, ROCK YOUR SOUL, a contemporary erotic romance, and the second book of her GEEK KINK series, won the 2014 HOLT Medallion award for Best Erotic Romance and the Award of Merit for Best Book by a Virginia Author from the RWA’s Virginia Romance Writers chapter. The first of her SINNER’S & SAINTS series, RIDING IRISH, was selected as a 2014 RT Reviewer’s Choice Award nominee for Best Erotic Romance.
Though she may insist otherwise, Sara loves the places her mind conjures and has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this geekiness, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love story.
Other Titles by Sara Brookes
Body Masters series
Ragged Edge
Reclaiming the Edge
Edge of Need
Geek Kink series
Taking Over Me
Rock Your Soul
Break Me In
Glad You Came
Noble House series
Get Off Easy
Bang It Out (Coming Soon)
Pretty Tied Up (Coming Soon)
Sinners & Saints series
Riding Irish
Branded Irish
Sypricon Masters series
Impulse Control
Perfect Limit
No Restraint
Slow Break
Dark Master (Available for Pre-Order Now - Releases 9/1/2015)
Twisted Deep (Available 12/8/2015)
Stand Alone titles
Chasing Sin
Hard as Stone
Her Master’s Collar
Dirty Little Thing
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Bonus Excerpt: Get Off Easy
“…an explosive beginning to this new series…” ~ Jacque, JeepDiva Reviews
“So hot, the pages are singed.” ~ Alberta, Manic Readers
Grae is ready take her membership at Noble House to the next level. In her sights are two premier Doms who sparked her hunger during a forbidden night long, long ago. Surrounded by the club’s legendary theme rooms, her body awakens to urges she has kept locked away. As the trio explore their kinkiest fantasies, Grae realizes she’ll have to confess her darkest cravings.
Saint and Boyce have been partners for thirteen years, both at the club and in life. They know exactly what Grae desires. But they also know she needs to be open and honest. Until she finds the courage to trust them unconditionally, the powerful Doms can only seduce and tease her in every imaginable way. The men know that even though the triad’s chemistry is explosive, in power exchanges—and love—no one gets off easy.
Warning: One very confused submissive is convinced she shouldn’t wedge herself between two gorgeous and irresistible alpha men who are into role play, geek kink and switching it up. So she’ll just have sex with them…or play voyeur.
“Find anything interesting?” Boyce directed the question to Saint, ignoring her completely. Panic raced through her, sizzling every nerve ending to leave a buzz vibrating under her skin.
“I hacked into Duke’s security.”
Boyce dropped his face next to hers. “Hacked being a relative term. He designed the damn system.”
“I told him to change out the passcodes six months ago. Serves him right.” A grin appeared on Saint’s lips, confident, but a little bit arrogant as well.
“He’s just trying to impress you with his skills.” Boyce’s breath skimmed over her skin as he nuzzled her neck. The warm air raised the fine hairs on her arms as he pressed a gentle kiss high on her jawline.
Saint tipped his laptop so Grae would see the screen. His clear green eyes flashed. “No. I just wanted an even better view.”
Well holy shit. She blinked, stunned at what she saw.
The image filling his screen was her. Or more importantly, a very close up shot of her bare pussy. The glistening slick folds filled the screen, displaying how much she was aroused. She’d never seen anything so…odd. And beautiful. She hadn’t wanted to be on the camera tonight, but Saint had still managed to find a way.
Clever.
She was too aroused to be bothered by the fact she’d played right into their hands—again. Especially because the knowing glint in Saint’s gaze spoke of how much he was enjoying himself. She kept reading these two all wrong. Maybe it was the passage of time that caused her to be so off the mark. Her expectation had been they were still the carefree young men she’d roomed with in college. Even though she’d watched them play at D/s for the past year. Though she’d been prepared for anything, they’d still managed to surprise her.
To play her.
Still, she had no idea if they were going to dismiss her, or fuck her.
And that unknown factor heated her blood.
“Look at that clever mind working. The gears turning.” Saint closed the laptop as he stood. “She’s torn. Pulled in two directions. Wondering what is in store for her next.” Heat flashed to boiling when he wrapped his hand around her ankle and unlocked the cuff securing her to his desk. His sharp gaze remained on hers as he unlatched the other ankle and looped the closed cuff over his finger. “Maybe she’s even wondering what she’s gotten herself into. If she can handle whatever comes next. And what does that tell you, Boyce?”
“She’s thinking too much.” Boyce flipped open the locks on the two cuffs still secured to his desk and lifted her arms. “And a pretty, obedient sub shouldn’t be thinking at all.”
“If she is, we’re not doing our job correctly.” Saint circled his finger. Boyce lifted her to a sitting position and spun her around. Boyce pulled a second pair of cuffs from a drawer as Saint put a hand on the desk and brought his face close to hers.
Desire and fear warred inside her.
Saint closed his mouth over hers, drawing her very breath from her lungs as his tongue filled her mouth. A quiet rumbled vibrated his skin against hers as he deepened the kiss, taking what he pleased. He cradled her head, tilting her where he wanted as he continued to work his tongue in the most tantalizing fashion against hers.
The charged air of the room skimmed against her flesh as Boyce stripped away her clothing and her bra while Saint continued to kiss her. When Boyce gently pushed on her shoulder so
she lay back on the desk again, Saint came with her, taking little bites of her lips and tongue. A faint sound punched the air as the metal locks of the handcuffs slid into place.
Awareness swept over her body as though the metal surrounding her ankles and wrists bonded her to the moment. She yearned to dig into the steely flesh of the men as one kissed her while the other licked her, needing the roughness and dominating force she knew they were capable of.
Saint tangled his tongue with hers, drawing a moan from her as a slow heat warmed her one lick at a time. Boyce continued caressing her, tickling her at times, stroking her at others, doing his best to touch her everywhere but where she needed. They were drawing her under their spell, whisking her away to their world where coherent thought didn’t exist.
Excerpted from Get Off Easy Copyright 2015 by Sara Brookes. Excerpted by permission of Silver Phoenix Labs/Sara Brookes. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Bonus Excerpt: Riding Irish
2014 Romantic Times Magazine Reviewer’s Choice Erotic Romance Nominee
“Riding Irish is an exceptional romance that weaves the beauty of Hawaiian living with the thrills of erotic play.” ~ RT Magazine
“You wouldn’t expect an epic love story to come out of a novel featuring an outlaw motorcycle club and an Olympic medalist, but that’s exactly what you get...” ~ The Romance Reviews, 5 Stars & TOP PICK
Mayhem is a way of life for Avery. The last thing she needs is a complication like Kane. The medal-winning swimmer who comes to her rescue is the ultimate golden boy. Everything this woman from the wrong side of the tracks shouldn’t want and everything she can’t stop thinking about. But emotion—and vulnerability—are liabilities she can’t afford.
Kane can’t understand why he experiences such dark, forbidden and kinky desires when he is around Avery. But her touch sparks a hunger deep inside him, and unleashes an erotic discovery where pain becomes pleasure. Their uninhibited passion reveals Kane’s dominant nature.
As Avery submits to Kane, exploring boundaries and pushing limits, she discovers a life she never expected. The unlikely pair forge a bond so tight, their unyielding trust gives way to a love like no other. But Avery’s brothers—members of Oahu’s most notorious motorcycle club—have other plans. Now Avery is forced to make a decision where her loyalty resides—with her family or with a lover who brings peace to the chaos surrounding her.
Warning: Ignition point hits hard and fast for this Dom and sub as an Irishman discovers his delightful talent for breath control, spankings and clothespins. You may just want laundry day to come more often.
Everything about Avery was a complete contradiction to the type of woman Kane usually found himself spending time with. His girlfriends had always been calm and reserved. Wore frilly dresses and spiky heels. Spent hours doing whatever females did to their hair. They’d neatly hang up those dresses before sliding into bed with him.
They fucked as restrained as they lived. Hell, they didn’t even fuck. The word was probably too vulgar and harsh. Avery fucked with wild abandon, giving as much as she took. She was unapologetic and loud. Jesus, the sound of her voice when she’d come each time he’d shoved her over the edge last night had nearly undone him.
And he hadn’t even been inside her yet. What the hell was his state of mind going to be like when he finally buried himself in all that hot sweetness he’d only gotten a taste of?
She made him want to tear off her clothes, baring her to his gaze so he could stare at those glorious tits while he slammed inside her. Over and over. Losing himself in the sheer madness of their fucking.
Closing his eyes, relaxing as the hammock swayed in the gentle breeze, he let his mind wander. He imagined arriving at her house after a long day, seeing her emerge from the surf at sunset, the glowing rays of the sun glinting gold through her red tresses as she walked straight for him. He’d tell her she needed to be nude by the time she arrived at his feet, her mouth wet and hot as she dropped her knees to accept his straining cock. Order her to bring him right to brink, but never climax, just so he could bend her over the back of that tattered couch of hers and fill her cunt. Drive them both fast and furious, commanding her to come so he could feel the tight fist of her heat squeeze around him.
“Now that is a fantasy I better be a part of.”
Holy shit.
His eyes popped open, found Avery standing a few feet away, leaning against the board she’d speared into the sand. A smile turned up one corner of her mouth. For a brief second, he feared he’d repeated the previous night and started trying to manhandle himself. Looking down, he found his hands were clutched around the rope, his knuckles white with tension.
“So?”
“Yeah.” He licked his dry lips, wondering what the hell had brought on such thoughts. He didn’t normally think that way. So…feral and raw. “You were.”
“Gonna share?” Panic iced some of the heat curling through his gut. No way could he tell her what he’d been thinking—wishing. Needing. Wanting. Talk about deviant behavior.
Instead he grinned, releasing the weathered hemp rope to reach for her hand. “You are a bad influence on my self-control.”
“Bad influence is a matter of perception. I think I’m a pretty good influence on helping you express hidden desires. Embracing what gets you off makes getting off all the more enjoyable.”
She got him off. In more ways than one.
“Thought you were gonna go ride the waves for a few hours?”
“I was. Then I thought better of it because I decided I wanted to ride you instead.”
Excerpted from Riding Irish Copyright 2014 by Sara Brookes. Excerpted by permission of Loose Id. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
