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by Lila Dubois


  You can visit Mari’s website at www.maricarr.com.

  She is also on Facebook and Twitter as @MariCarr. She blogs at International Heat and hangs out on the Heat Wave Readers Yahoo group.

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  More titles from Lila Dubois

  Undone Lovers – Rockabilly BDSM

  Undone Rebel

  Undone Dom

  Undone Diva

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  Glenncailty Castle – Sexy Contemporary Romance

  The Harp and the Fiddle

  The Fire and the Earth (May 28, 2013)

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  Monsters in Hollywood – Erotic Paranormal Romance

  Lights, Camera…Monsters

  My Fair Monster

  Gone with the Monster

  Have Monster, Will Travel

  A Monster and a Gentleman (March 19, 2013)

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  Other Titles

  Red Ribbon

  Betrayed by Love (Coming Soon)

  Calling the Wild

  Kitsune

  Forbidden

  Savage

  Bound

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  More titles from Mari Carr

  Just Because

  Because of You

  Because You Love Me

  Because It’s True

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  Second Chances

  Fix You

  Full Moon

  *****

  Black and White Collection

  Erotic Research

  Tequila Truth

  Rough Cut

  Happy Hour

  Power Play

  Slam Dunk

  Naughty Is Nice

  In the Running

  *****

  Compass Brothers

  Northern Exposure

  Southern Comfort

  Eastern Ambitions

  Western Ties

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  Compass Girls

  Winter’s Thaw

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  Wild Irish

  Come Monday

  Ruby Tuesday

  Waiting for Wednesday

  Sweet Thursday

  Friday I’m in Love

  Saturday Night Special

  Any Given Sunday

  Wild Irish Christmas

  *****

  Foreign Affairs

  Misplaced Princess

  Misplaced Cowboy

  Misplaced Lessons

  Misplaced Hands

  *****

  Cocktales

  Party Naked

  Screwdriver

  Bachelor’s Bait

  Screaming Orgasm

  *****

  Other Titles

  Sugar and Spice

  Everything Nice

  Do Over

  Kiss Me, Kate

  Three Reasons Why

  Black Jack

  White Knight

  Spitfire

  Rekindled

  Inflamed

  Retreat

  Covert Lessons

  Mad About Meg

  Assume the Positions

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  Undone Rebel by Lila Dubois

  When amateur fetish model and rockabilly princess Adelita “Addie” Sanchez is asked to model for an instructional BDSM book she turns them down, adamant that she’s not a porn star. That changes when she meets the three male dominants behind the project, particularly Lane Therres, who convinces her that the project is more art than porn, and she’d be safe in his hands.

  The rules of the photo sessions are clear—there’s no sex, and Addie can call a halt to anything she’s uncomfortable with. What self reliant, strong-willed Addie hadn’t counted on was enjoying giving herself over to the powerful Doms and their ropes, chains and toys. When she falls for Lane, while enjoying Emory's touch, Addie turns away from both men, scared of what they're doing to her. Can a relationship built on a BDSM contract ever be anything but whips and chains? Lane changes his Dom leather for shining armor to prove to his rockabilly princess that even the most gallant knights sometimes prefer dungeons.

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  An excerpt from Undone Rebel

  Copyright Lila Dubois, 2012

  All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

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  Helen flipped to the next picture. “Here’s another photo from this same series. I want you to remember that this is all just for a lingerie store.”

  Now the dark-haired retro beauty was posed against a black-and-white patterned wall. She wore a see-through black lace teddy with a black bra and panties underneath. Her legs were spread, arms down but held away from her sides. Wide black ribbon bound each wrist and disappeared into the edge of the photo.

  Lane sucked in a breath, captivated by the look of defiance on her face. The woman’s chin was lowered, her hair mussed and tangled, destroying some of her retro pinup girl style. One corner of her mouth was drawn up in a fuck-you half-smile. But her eyes, looking at the camera through her lashes, were vulnerable.

  “Look at the tension she has on the restraints,” Emory, seated beside Lane at the conference table, said.

  “Those aren’t restraints. They’re ribbons, props.” Across from the other men, as far away as he could get himself, was Master Alton.

  Lane kept his eye roll to himself and looked at Helen. “Any more photos?”

  “Of course.”

  All three men sat forward when the next image popped on screen.

  In this color photo, she knelt on a bed, her caramel skin dark against the ivory sheets. She wore a blood-red teddy with lacings up the sides and a matching red leather collar. Her hands were bound and positioned in front of her crotch, squeezing her breasts together. A shiny silver bit between her teeth forced back red lips and showed off pert white teeth.

  “She’s gorgeous. She’s perfect,” Lane said.

  “That’s what we think,” Helen replied. A plump woman in her mid-fifties, she didn’t look as though she was the president of an erotic media empire, but she was. Her latest project was an introduction to BDSM coffee-table book, complete with high-quality erotic photos. Lane, Emory and Alton, all Doms from L.A.’s various BDSM scenes and cultures, had been recruited to write the text of the book, each man offering his unique perspective.

  The writing was done, and now came the good part—generating the pictures to go with all that text. Helen didn’t want a professional sub or an adult entertainment professional. The book would be marketed toward couples looking to spice up their sex lives and people in the scene who wanted to watch a new sub’s introduction to the culture through photos. There had been talk of creating a video, but that really was porn and Lane, for one, would have opted out.

  “Well, gentlemen, what do you think?”

  “I say yes,” Lane answered immediately.

  “Yes,” Emory added.

  “Any woman can be trained to some degree. She’ll probably do fine,” Alton, who insisted on being called Master Alton, said grudgingly.

  “Delightful.” Helen looked relieved at having finally found someone all three of them could agree on. She straightened the scarf draped over one shoulder. “Now all I need to do is convince her. She’s stopping by in,” Helen checked her watch, “fifteen minutes.”

  “Does she know what the project is about?” Lane asked. He stood but didn’t leave the conference room with the other Doms. The woman in the image fired his imagination. The mix of defiance and grudging submission in a beautiful woman was like waving a red flag in front of a bull for him.

  “No, all we told her was that we were interested in having her model. I think it will be easier if I can show her other books. We lost several promising candidates after I failed to successfully explain what the project was.”

  Lane could understand the women’s hesitation. He’d hesitated himself when he was approached with the project. For him, BDSM was something he craved in the bedroom, but he was far from rabid the way men like Alton were. He had a normal life, a normal job, and wasn’t sure he w
anted to risk that all for a porn book. It wasn’t until he met with Helen and saw a prior book—one focused on foot fetishes—that he understood that C&C’s projects really were informational and artistic more than porn.

  That wasn’t to say he wasn’t looking forward to introducing a beautiful woman to the world of BDSM—he was, especially if it was the dark-haired Latina in the pictures.

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  Misplaced Lessons by Mari Carr & Lexxie Couper

  Foreign Affairs, Book Three

  A Romantica contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

  A forced-sex fantasy is one thing—waking to find a scruffy man binding you to a bed is quite another. Amy fights him, until she realizes her friend must have set up the sexy scenario. They’ve swapped lives, with Harper flying to Australia and lending her Chicago home to Amy. While she’s surprised Harper would go to such lengths to help her fulfill a fantasy, Amy figures…why not?

  After days of nonstop travel, Andrew arrives at the home he shares with his sister, Harper, with sleep on his mind—until he finds a naked intruder in his bed. Subduing the beauty, he assumes she’s the blind date his pal had tried to set him up with. But would Mike actually sneak the woman into Andrew’s house? Seems so. And he’s not one to turn down such a gift.

  By the time each has learned the other’s identity, Amy and Andrew have shared the most intense sexual experience of their lives. And they certainly don’t want to stop now.

  Inside Scoop: This sexy life-swapping tale includes BDSM with a side of ménage.

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  An excerpt from Misplaced Lessons

  Copyright Mari Carr & Lexxie Couper, 2013

  All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

  “I’m not going to hurt you.” His words sounded ridiculous even to himself. He’d gagged her and was now straddling her naked body, holding her legs to the mattress with his own after tying her to the bed. Regardless of who she was or why she was there, she’d be insane not to be afraid of his intentions.

  She twisted her head, trying to dislodge the shirt from her mouth.

  “If I take it out, do you promise not to scream?”

  She blinked rapidly then nodded her assent.

  He pulled the material away, ready to replace it if she broke her vow.

  “Untie me.”

  “No.” Andrew reached up to touch his tender cheek, his fingers finding the raised welts she’d put there with her long nails. “Who are you?”

  Her breathing was labored, coming in hard pants after their fight. Even so, her gaze hardened and he knew she wouldn’t talk.

  Something inside him cracked. He’d been traveling for days, stealing only a couple hours sleep here and there. This woman had broken into his house. She had some nerve acting like he was the villain. By God, he’d make her talk.

  “I’ll give you one more chance to answer my question. Tell me who you are or you won’t like the consequences.”

  She stilled beneath him, her intelligent gaze sizing him up. He should climb off the bed and call the cops. If he was in his right mind, that’s exactly what he’d do. Having her arrested would certainly be the kinder response. As it was, he wasn’t in the mood to be merciful.

  Instead of answering, she threw his question back at him. “Who are you?”

  “None of your business. Give me your name. Now.”

  She bit her lip nervously. “I’m Amy.”

  Amy? Mike’s Amy?

  Andrew leaned back on his haunches, his mind whirling. Had Mike set this up? Past experience had obviously convinced his friend he’d never consent to a blind date. But would Mike actually go so far as to throw this woman into his bed?

  Andrew knew the answer. It was more than possible. It was actually quite probable. Mike had the extra key to the house. He knew Harper was away and Andrew was back in town.

  Andrew recalled a lifetime of little surprises his best friend had tossed his way. The high-class call girl who’d shown up at his door on his twenty-fifth birthday. The so-called conference that had really turned out to be an impromptu weekend trip to Vegas, complete with nonstop gambling and a private show with five of the hottest strippers Andrew had ever seen. Or this past year when Mike had managed to score tickets to the Super Bowl, but told Andrew they were headed to Indianapolis for his cousin’s bachelor party. He’d let Andrew bitch for three hours in the car about missing the big game, only letting him in on the surprise when they’d reached the entrance to the stadium.

  Mike was the master of the unexpected, so it wasn’t farfetched that his friend would go to this extreme in a hookup. It would also explain his friend’s easy capitulation when he refused to go on a date with the woman earlier. Mike didn’t push the issue because he knew Amy was already here.

  He grinned as his annoyance lifted. Amy was beautiful and feisty, with a hot accent. Australian, if he wasn’t mistaken, though he’d need to hear her say more before he could be sure. His best friend knew he was a sucker for a girl with an accent. For the second time in one night, it looked like Mike was going to be able to say, “I told you so.”

  And since Mike had gone to so much trouble, far be it from Andrew to look a gift horse in the mouth.

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