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Kobo: https://goo.gl/AB0vbDBlurb for The Sub That Got Away by Amy J. Hawthorn Dr. Ember Ross dedicated her life to caring for her patients, always putting her needs last—including her need for submission. Royce Damron has everything he could want in life. The only thing he lacks? The perfect sub. When mutual friends use a new BDSM dating site to set them up, a clueless Royce takes things one step further, intending to keep their encounter an anonymous one-night stand. Unaware the woman he’s spent years pining for waits beneath the hood he insisted she wear, will he miss the sub that got away? Enjoy this excerpt from The Sub That Got Away by Amy J. Hawthorn Standing in the bedroom of the hotel’s suite, Ember read over the instructions for the second time. A warm, not at all unpleasant, flush stole through her. She’d come this far. She wouldn’t let her fears take this from her. Her Dom for the night waited in the other room. As she set her tote bag in the corner chair, she pondered the steps that brought her here. On an impulse, she’d given Beth the reins and let her friend do everything except fill out the preferences questionnaire. Her friend insisted that Ember at least do that part herself. A couple of days later Beth emailed her a set of directions from her prospective Dom. She’d looked them over and gave Beth the green light. He’d instructed her to come to this hotel, this room and go immediately to the bedroom. There she’d find her next set of instructions. He’d also insisted that they stay anonymous for their encounter. She agreed. With no thanks to her schedule, she didn’t have the time to invest in a relationship. Not to mention, it wouldn’t be fair to her partner. Still, it didn’t mean she had to spend her nights alone. Laying on the bed next to a black silk hood was a letter written in neat, bold handwriting. She was to strip down to nothing then put on the provided matching robe and hood. How she needed this. Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her top. Work had been brutal over the past month and a warm bath with even the best book wouldn’t rid her of the oppressive stress. She just needed a few hours to block out the world. A desperate, clawing need to be someone else, even for a short time, threatened to drag her down to her knees. She removed her bra and freed her breasts. Already they felt heavy, hypersensitive. She slid down her pants, folded them then placed them on the chair with her things. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of her panties, she took a deep breath. She slid them down her legs and bared herself to the empty room. Though the temperature was comfortable—perfect, even—her nipples hardened. The thin silk of the robe whispered over her skin as she pulled it on. The soft material rasped over her beaded nipples and they tingled with excitement when she pulled the robe closed and tied the belt around her waist. She twisted her long hair into a knot at her nape then pulled the hood over her head, blocking her vision. Dim light came through the soft fabric and the world became a fuzzy, muted place. Taking the last instruction to heart, she stood facing the foot of the bed with her back to the door and waited. Anticipation made her alert, eager. Long seconds ticked by. Please let this be what I need. Hope beat a dangerous rhythm in her chest. Driven to the point of desperation, she didn’t know how she’d stand the disappointment if it didn’t work. “Good girl.” Sounding quiet, a little rough, and all masculine, he whispered right into her ear. She hadn’t heard his approach and wondered how that could be possible. His warm presence bathed her five foot nine-inch frame. How could someone so large move so quietly? “Since you followed my directions, we can get to business even faster.” She held her stance and waited. “Turn around, sub.” Oh, that voice. The decadence hidden behind it alone just might make this worth it. She turned around. Before her stood a tall, broad, shadowy figure. She waited breathlessly for his next command, eager to hear him again. Blurb for Out of Order by Bella Juarez Journalist Marianna Banta embarks on a search for a faceless drug lord who gunned down her husband and submissive. When Marianna follows the killer’s bloody trail to Tampa, she finds herself face to face with a man who could derail her quest. Green Beret MSGT Lars Nielson has returned from the battlefields of the Middle East. Memories of violent, missions have taken up residence in his tortured mind, leaving him broken. He comes to Tampa on a secret quest of his own and finds a challenge. When he takes a job as a bartender at a local BDSM club, he becomes fascinated by the fine art of Shibari, and while tying the intricate knots, his troubled mind finds peace. When Lars and Marianna meet at her family’s BDSM club, there is an instant attraction they can’t deny. Can Lars coax a lifelong Domme into the coils of his Shibari ropes? Enjoy this excerpt from Out of Order by Bella Juarez “Mari—“ “Shush, just hold me,” she whispered against his lips. Without another word, Lars seized her in a hungry kiss. Liquid heat coursed through every inch of his being and set every nerve on fire when they connected. He slid his tongue along her upper lip, and she opened to him. He growled in response, sliding his hand up to her nape where he tangled his fingers through a handful of her hair. He kissed her deeper, exploring and savoring the taste of her. He’d hold her; he could spend a lifetime holding her. No other woman had ever had such a sudden impact on him as Marianna. Even though every rational thought told him to run the other direction, he defied it—just like a moth toward the flame that would eventually destroy it. One hand mapped her body while the other held her secure against him. He squeezed tighter, and her low, sensual moan let him know he was doing it right. Wicked thoughts of fucking her once then leaving crept into his mind. She would be his undoing in so many ways. He broke their kiss. He had to stop before this situation went completely sideways for him. He cupped her face hoping she would be the voice of reason. “Do you think this a good idea?” he asked. “No, I get the feeling we’re both pretty fucked up.” Who the hell was he kidding? He gripped her shoulder in an attempt to push her away. Once would never be enough. He had to muster his control and focus. He still had a job to do. Marianna dug her nails into his back and gently bit his lower lip. It was as if she’d thrown gasoline on dying fire. Something small and dangerous ignited the soul he thought he’d lost long ago. The simple act of creating pain and pleasure made him react in a way he never thought possible. Pushing logic away, he gave himself over to greedy lust. Resistance to her erotic call would be an exercise in futility and the slight pain of her nails with the bite whispered temptations he’d fought since seeing her casually sipping a glass of wine. She was the woman of his dreams, resilient and so taboo, a mystery to unravel and peel back layer by sweet layer. She was a woman who embodied sin and delight to a degree he hadn’t allowed himself to imagine was possible. The call to his dark side was irresistible. He’d disregarded the appeal of what he’d seen at the club because he didn’t want to understand it. The honesty of it painfully pointed out the flaws in his relationships with women. In an instant, Marianna brought it all into crystal clarity. Submission and Domination were a beautiful dance of trust and surrender by both sides. Lars had been courting the wrong sort of woman. He needed a strong, determined woman who could take care of herself not a weak, co-dependent, manipulative bitch who used him to get what she wanted. He’d find a way to make this work and with a capable, intelligent partner he’d finally find the peace and happiness that had eluded him for so long. He’d give his queen the security she needed, and he hoped she’d give him acceptance he’d never had.