Hero or Sitting Duck? Or Both? #romance #BDSM #Bookhugs

“We don’t need a list of rights and wrongs, tables of dos and don’ts: we need books, time, and silence. Thou shalt not is soon forgotten, but Once upon a time lasts forever.” — Philip Pullman

Each friendship offers something totally unique — and irreplaceable. Each friendship ultimately makes us who we are.

We all know, a true friend is hard to find. So when you do find one, hang on tight! It also doesn't hurt to let your best friends know every now and then just how much they mean to you.

I always think of my book charators as my friends, imaginary or not. Let me tell you about my latest book release – Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier.

It’s Book 4 in my Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge series, and like the previous three, it’s a

stand-alone HEA romance.

Blurb

Luke Roberts, a former army mechanic, has a new sub. She's shy and inexperienced, but willing. As he teaches her about sensation play, she fears he'll really hurt her and screams her safewords at him. Her reaction causes Luke to have a flashback. Although he's clawing his way back to normal, he suffers from PTSD. Determined to get well, he contacts a PTSD specialist in Westhorpe Ridge.

Kathryn Johnson has visited a BDSM club three times. When she hooks up with Luke Roberts, he unintentionally terrifies her. She swears off spankings and goes home to Westhorpe Ridge. The last person she expects to see there is Luke Roberts.

Circumstances force them to share an apartment. Can Luke protect her when danger threatens? Or is she just a temporary sub in residence?

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Excerpt PG – for an adult book

Inside the dump truck’s hopper, Kathryn screamed as the car sped toward them. “Farlaise. Straight ahead. We’re sitting ducks.”

Luke gritted his teeth and opened the throttle. The dump truck sped up. Solid, but not superfast, it trundled along the road. A brick outhouse came to mind as he headed directly for Farlaise’s car. This was one game of chicken Luke meant to win. Even if he took a bullet, he’d hold his course and keep Kathryn safe. “So, junior leaguer, how’s your pitching?”

She tried for a smile, but it turned into a grimace. “I had one of the team’s lowest earned run averages.”

Luke kept the throttle open wide. The chugging of the engine grew louder, but he’d told her the dump truck had a top speed of less than thirty miles an hour. The wind made it feel faster.

He took a deep breath and yelled, “Hooah. Balls-to-the-wall time. Our dump truck will pulverize their front end. When you’re near enough, lob one of your Molotov things in their direction. Anything to keep them off-balance since I might as well have a target on my chest sitting up here.”

She barely heard him over the engine noise. Adrenaline shot through her. She shivered with a mix of exhilaration, panic, and determination. Protecting Luke mattered more than her safety. Her fear level rose right along with her blood pressure. She could hear her heart race, but she’d keep the driver distracted. No way would she let Farlaise and his henchman hurt Luke.

Kathryn peered out the hopper. The henchman had his gun pointed directly at Luke. No way, buster.

More about Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie is never seen without her kindle. She reads everything and anything she can get her hands on. When she discovered hot, sexy reads, she felt like she’d found her home. The only books she hates are the ones that end with a cliff hanger or have unhappy endings.

Kryssie tries to set her stories in places she’s explored. Hopefully, it adds color to her writing. Anything can spark a story idea. Sometimes she takes liberties though. The North Yorkshire town of Whitby is one of her favorite places. To keep the details of her imaginary town, Westhorpe Ridge consistent, she mentally shunted Whitby over the Atlantic and renamed it Westhorpe Ridge.

When not writing, Kryssie loves to walk on the beach of home town, Bridlington, or potter in her garden. Popping down to London to see her family is her favorite thing to do.

Kryssie currently has thirteen books on general release along with a boxed e-book of the first three Westhorpe Ridge stories. All her stories are M/ F or M/M/F. All are edited by publishing houses in either the UK or the USA. While her stories sizzle with sex, plot comes before bed. Life’s always an adventure going on in Kryssie’s world.

Kryssie loves to hear from readers. Here are her social media links:

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Or you can email her direct on Kryssie.Fortune@aim.com

Thanks for sharing, Kryssie,

Tina

#RomanticIdea Taken by Twin Doms by Kryssie Fortune #BDSM

#RomanticIdea Summer Blog Exchange

Plan a picnic. Prepare your usual array of finger food and chill a bottle of wine. Then spread a picnic blanket by the fire, put on some romantic music, light candles, and stay in. Cuddle up and feed each other food and wine.

Or you could always book into a pleasure hotel.

“What the hell’s that?” I hear you say.

My heroine Molly certainly did in my book, Taken By Twin Doms. Right after her Cousin Angela tricked her into visiting one

Blurb

One repressed heroine, twin Doms with sex toys, and a relationship based on a lie.

Too scared to step out of her comfort zone, Molly dreams of submitting to a powerful man’s will. When her cousin tricks her into visiting the Pearson twins’ Pleasure Hotel, she realizes she could play out her fantasies. Despite the sexual games going on around her, she still refuses to accept her sensual nature.

Steve and Brett Pearson want a sub with fire in her soul. Deceived by Molly’s cousin, they believe Molly craves a kidnap and interrogation scene where two men torment her with sex toys before taking her to sexual heights. They’ll stop the instant she says the safe word. As their reluctant prisoner, she has no idea what the safe word is.

After the way Molly responded to their dominance, the Pearson twins want to know her better. Can they win her heart after they’ve bound her, blindfolded her, and forced their BDSM games on her?

Reader Advisory: Contains scenes of forced seduction, twin Doms with sex toys, and a repressed heroine who was born to be wild.

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All Romance                         http://bit.ly/29B2K2G

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Amazon AU                           http://amzn.to/29rdNcc

Luminosity Publishing        http://bit.ly/2a0cRge

Excerpt from Taken By Twin Doms

Sat at the wheel of the self-drive minibus the girls had hired, Angela tossed her scarlet-dyed hair back over her shoulder. “It’s a place to get laid. You didn’t think I’d spend my hen night running around with L-plates stuck to my chest and a pink veil over my hair, did you?”

Molly didn’t admit it, but she’d expected just that, along with raucous laughter and too much booze. She’d worn old jeans and sneakers. That way, if someone threw up on her, they only ruined stuff that didn’t matter. She knew that with her skinny hips and bitty breasts, she looked younger than her twenty-three years, but she never wasted much time on her appearance. She wasn’t even sure she could glam it up when she dressed for dinner.

She tugged on her blonde ponytail, a nervous habit she couldn’t break, and blinked hard. Spending the weekend in a pleasure hotel hadn’t figured on her to-do list. She wasn’t a virgin, but she didn’t share Angela’s anything-goes attitude to sex. Her cousin enjoyed an alternate lifestyle where everyone came in shades of submissive or dominant. In Angela’s world, people enjoyed giving or receiving pain while they played out sexual fantasies. Molly sometimes dreamed of giving herself into a Dom’s care, but at university and later work, men came on an equal footing.

Having a man dominate her sounded … exciting and dangerous, especially if he tied her up first. The more she thought about it, the more her nipples hardened. Embarrassingly, her pussy creamed. If this whole pleasure hotel thing didn’t feel so forced she might have been tempted out of her comfort zone. “What if I don’t want to get laid?”

One of the women crammed alongside her in the back of their hired minibus laughed. The sound made Molly think of a hyena closing in for the kill. Another passenger—Susan, possibly—stared at her, all cold eyes and prim lips. She jerked her thumb toward the rear window. “Town’s about fifteen miles that way. You’d better get walking.”

Molly considered it, but an all-night trek through the woods didn’t appeal one bit. “Bringing me here’s baloney. I’m not into all that stuff the rest of you get up to. At the very least, some warning would have been good.”

She’d stay, but if any would-be Doms sniffed around her, she’d dig her heels in and say, “Not interested.”

Angela laughed. “I never expected you to turn up anyway. This place has been the talk of our BDSM club for months, so we thought we’d give it a go.”

Molly stared out at the manicured grounds. This place looked like it belonged in a Jane Austin novel. Her mother had probably thought she’d treated Molly and her cousin to a rarified country retreat. If she’d known this was some upmarket cathouse or such, she’d have been horrified—not to mention furious. As for Molly, she’d been so unwilling to attend her cousin’s weekend, she’d not even checked out the place online. For a Math’s graduate and part qualified accountant, she felt dumb.

Susan’s smile held all the enthusiasm Molly’s lacked. “The owners, the Pearson twins, are legendary Doms, but recently they’ve spent more time running BDSM training sessions than they have taking part in scenes.

Molly sat up straighter. When she’d started university, she’d had a monster crush on the twins in the year above, and their surname had been Pearson. Only they’d been cool dudes who wrote computer programs and flirted with every pretty girl that came their way. They’d never have spared a geeky Math’s student like her a second glance. Not that she’d ever plucked up the courage to speak to them. They’d been her secret obsession and even now, two years after her graduation, they fueled her fantasies.

Angela’s eyes narrowed. “Like me, the girls from the club sent their Doms on ahead to work out the finer details with Brett and Steve Pearson. For us, tonight’s going to be amazing. You’ll just have to hope one of the house Doms takes pity on you. Maybe they’ll teach you a few BDSM basics.”

Thanks for sharing,

Tina