Showing posts with label #DarkRomance. Show all posts
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Friday, April 24, 2020

Guest Post - 2/24/20 - Taunted by Felicity Brandon #DarkRomance #Billionaire #BDSM #Revenge

She showed me the light when she came into my life.
And reminded me just how dark love can be.


Excerpt:

Delilah was perfect. Hell, she’d always been delectable, the very definition of temptation, but having her bound and spread for him this way was a vision. More than Dalton could have dreamed of. More than he deserved.
Dalton rose from the place he’d secured her ankles to drink in the sight of the redhead bound to his St. Andrew’s cross and he could only conclude what he already guessed. Delilah was all his Christmases come at once.
“How are those nipples now?” Intentionally, he arched a single brow at her while he asked and relished the way she physically strained against the cuffs in response.
“They ache, s-sir.”
“Too much?” Dalton closed the distance between them, his cock growing at the way Delilah’s gaze widened.
“I don’t think so. Sir.” She bit her lip.
“So, you like them.” He was pleased. “I knew you would.”
“I like the dull ache,” she confessed with a fresh blush. “But I don’t know if I can cope with one at my clit, sir.”
Dalton grinned at her words. “Oh, you’ll cope, little girl,” he assured her in that knowing tone he knew irritated her as much as it drove her wild.
Delilah loathed being patronized and her thoughts confirmed that was how she interpreted the tone, yet still, his authoritative, condescending act would be making her wetter than he’d ever achieved before. She was one fiery, incredible contradiction.
“Will I, sir?” The bluster of the woman he’d first met was almost completely subdued now. Delilah’s eyes conveyed her inner feelings at the prospect of having her pussy pegged and it was clear the thought terrified her.
“Yes, you will.” He stroked the side of her face gently. “Want to know how I can be so sure, little girl?”
Delilah gulped. No. “Yes, sir.”
He smirked while the inner war raged in Delilah. “Because I know you want to keep being my good little girl.”
Dalton paused, ensuring he was staring directly into her astonishing gaze before he continued. “Don’t you, Delilah?”
She pulled in a shaky breath, blinking away what looked like the first show of emotion at his verdict. “Y-yes, sir.”
His hand stilled, slipping to the underside of her chin and propping her head in place. Now he had all of Delilah ‘s attention. Every single part of the woman was trapped in his bondage. She was his. “And the way to keep being my good girl is to do as you’re told.”
Delilah pressed her lips into a hard line. She was trying to get a handle on her scattered thoughts, but apparently failing.
“Do you recall what I asked from you at the outset of this session?”
Slowly, she nodded.
“Words, please.” Dalton’s voice was soft, but it left her no room to maneuver. She was going to surrender to his will, whether she wanted to or not.
“Yes, sir.”
Dalton’s cock strained at the sound of her compliance. He would never get bored of hearing those words from Delilah’s lips. That much was guaranteed. “Impress me then.”
He smiled as he went on. “Show me that you have been paying attention.”
“You asked me to obey you.” Delilah’s voice trembled at the reply. “And trust you, sir.”
“And you have,” Dalton agreed, leaning down to brush his mouth. “You’ve been wonderful, little girl.”
Their gazes met again. “I want to be.” She looked on the verge of tears.
“You. Are.”
Silence fell over them while Dalton allowed that thought to permeate.
“All I want now is for more of the same.”
Delilah nodded her head, a half smile lighting her face. “I’ll try.”
And in that moment, Dalton knew she would. He was aware of what a privileged position he found himself in. Delilah submitted herself willingly to no man, neither Morley, nor Hyland, nor anyone else in the past. She’d never given either of those odious fools anything she wasn’t absolutely compelled and coerced to give. She’d never wanted either of them, and she sure as hell hadn’t consented to anything like this. Whatever her life had been before she exploded into the line at Diablo, and as things stood, Dalton suspected, he only knew the half of it, Delilah had never given in to her fantasies.
She’d never surrendered.
Until now.
“Thank you.” He pressed his mouth into her plaint lips, tasting the flavor of the woman that sent fire to his blood without even having to try.


Blurb:

I saved Delilah from Morley and Hyland.
It was a pleasure.
That should’ve been the end of it.
I didn’t expect things to get this intense.
I didn’t think our passion could grow so dark, but there isn’t anything I want more than to own her.
I need her soul to be mine.
But we have a new threat looming over us.
Hyland wants revenge and men like him will do anything.
We need to play this carefully.

Or else…

Buy Links:


Universal Buy link: mybook.to/Taunted
Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/50475415-taunted




About the Author:

Felicity Brandon is a top 100 Amazon bestselling author.
She loves the darker side of romance, and writes sexy, suspenseful stories, with strong themes of bondage and submission.
You’ll find her either at her laptop, at the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music.

Find Felicity here:


Thursday, January 2, 2020

Guest Post - 1/2/20 - "Tempted" by Felicity Brandon - #DarkRomance #Billionaire #BDSM

A love that neither of them could resist.
A secret that will burn down the whole city...


Excerpt:

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she quipped once more. “Are you threatening me… again?”
He smiled at her, hoping she could sense how hazardous her situation was at this moment. Dalton wasn’t usually the kind of man who would force himself on anyone. He loved his kink, but he only practiced it in consensual unions. Dalton wasn’t his brother— he had never taken anyone without consent, and he never would. Connor and he shared many proclivities, but his little brother had always had a darker edge than he. Delilah however, was pushing all of his buttons; one after the other, as though she were waiting for him—begging him—to respond with a show of dominance.
“I’m not threatening you,” Dalton assured her. “I’m promising you. If you don’t curb your tone, and apologize to me right away, I’m not only going to give you a lesson in bondage, but also one in respect.”
Delilah’s nostrils flared at the sound of his words. “You wouldn’t fucking dare,” she replied in almost a snarl. “I don’t know who you are, Dalton Reilly, but you can’t do a damn thing to me.”
Dalton took a deep breath, steadying himself. “You’re wrong, Delilah,” he told her softly. “You came to me, looking for answers, and then—in the sanctuary of my own office—you try and charge me. That is not acceptable defences.”
“Says you,” she countered, dryly.
“Right.” Dalton confirmed. “It’s my rules, in my office in the building I help run, but you knew all of that before you brought your pretty little arse over here. Didn’t you, Delilah?”
She bit her lip, the color in her cheeks growing stronger. “You think it’s pretty?”
Her tone was laced with sarcasm, and the sound furled the tension in Dalton’s groin. He couldn’t wait to haul the aforementioned arse straight over his lap and tan it with his palm.
“You know I do,” he murmured. “You’re a smart girl, Delle. I know you can sense what’s happening between us.”
Delilah’s eyes sparkled as Dalton confirmed the compliment. “Yet you’re still going to give me that lesson?”
What was that? She almost sounded more hopeful than defiant.
“You’re damn right I am,” he replied, tugging her body forward with the ropes at her wrists. “It’s about time you learned what happens when you defy me.”
Dalton pulled harder, sending Delilah’s body lurching toward him. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she stumbled, her concern obvious, yet still there was only a barrage of abuse form her mouth.
“Get off me!” she barked. “You have no right to manhandle me this way. I didn’t consent to this.”
He sighed. Technically, Delilah was correct—she hadn’t signed up for a spanking, but that was just tough, because a spanking was exactly what she was going to get. Dalton intended to leave her backside stinging, so that every time she sat down for the rest of the day, Delilah would think of him.
“You wanted to know more about BDSM, Delle.” She landed against his lap, her bound hands grasping at his knees as her shocked face rose to meet his statement. Dalton smiled. “And you asked for a practical demonstration of my bondage skills. Now, you’re just going to get a little bit more than you bargained for, that’s all.”
Dalton lifted her arms, taking Delilah’s weight as he raised her back to her feet. The expression on her face was absolutely priceless, and now both her mind and her lips were stunned into silence.
“Get over here,” he instructed, drawing the bewildered redhead around to his right side by her bound wrists.
Delilah gasped, but her feet were moving, and a moment later she stood trembling beside him.
“Can I assume you’ve never been spanked before?” Dalton knew his tone was mocking, but somehow, he couldn’t help himself.
Exerting himself over Delilah like this was absolutely exhilarating. Yes, he’d dominated plenty of women before and he’d enjoyed virtually every encounter, but not like this. This was something else—the energy in the room was palpable—and so far, he’d only bound Delilah and threatened her with a spanking. Dalton’s mind was filled with possibilities, his imagination considering each one as he tugged at the black ropes again.
“Delilah?”
“No,” she rasped. “No, I haven’t.”
Her body was still, and dare he say, compliant, but those sky-blue eyes were ablaze with indignation.
“Since you’re being punished for the way you behaved, Delilah, I’d like you to call me sir, or Mr. Reilly, if you prefer.”
Fury sparkled in Delilah’s eyes. “Sir?” She practically choked on the word. “No fucking way, Dalton.”
Dalton jerked her wrists forward. Not enough for Delilah to lose balance, but enough to make her yelp in panic as she struggled to stay on her feet. “Will you just do as you’re told?”
She turned to him, and now the venom in her gaze was obvious. “Yes, Mr. Reilly,” she hissed.
Dalton sighed again. It seemed everything was going to be a battle with Delilah, but that was okay. He was too damn excited at the prospect of spanking her to much care, and anyway, hadn’t she ceded in the end, giving him what he sought once he had pressed the point?
Their gazes locked, the intensity blazing between them almost as powerfully as the blush burgeoning at her face. “I’d love to say I’ll go easy on you, Delilah,” he told her. “But I’m not a liar.”
Delilah sucked the air in between her teeth. “Wait!” she almost screeched. “You can’t do this. You can’t—”
He’d heard enough, and yanking hard, he sent Delilah crashing down over his thighs. She crumpled over him unceremoniously, seemingly temporarily stunned that he’d had the audacity to haul her down across his lap.
How the fuck? Her startled thoughts curled Dalton’s lips, though of course, now Delilah couldn’t see the gesture. How dare he? How dare he do this?
Her feet kicked out against the plush carpet of his office, her stiletto heels lost as she still screamed in protest. Dalton steadied her, ensuring her bound arms were okay before his attention turned back to her fabulous arse. He ran one palm down over the back of her pencil skirt.
Delilah panted, twisting her head to look at him. “You can’t do this!”
Her cheeks were flustered now, her eyes watery as though she was on the brink of tears. Evidently, Delilah had not found herself in this position before, and it was clear that was the one point she had told the truth about.
“I am doing this, Delle,” he said soothingly. “And things will go a lot smoother if you’d stop fighting.”
The tension in her muscles seemed to peak at his request, and her legs came crashing back against the carpet again. “Fuck that!” The fury was back in her voice as well. “I am not going to let you do this.”
Dalton shook his head. He didn’t know much about the little firecracker across his lap, but he’d already garnered enough to acknowledge nothing could ever be easy with her.
“Have it your way then.”

Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/47959332-tempted


Blurb:

I’m obsessed with a woman who’s nothing but trouble.

She’s feisty and tempting.
And she doesn’t let anything come in the way of her mission.
I’ve dealt with my fair share of rule-breakers.
So, Delilah isn’t what I need.
But I can’t stop dreaming about having her in my arms.
She might be hiding a secret.
A secret that could destroy me and burn the city to the ground.

There’s only one question that remains.
Is she worth the destruction that she’s about to cause?  


Buy Links:

About the Author:

Felicity Brandon is a top 100 Amazon bestselling author.
She loves the darker side of romance, and writes sexy, suspenseful stories, with strong themes of bondage and submission.
You’ll find her either at her laptop, at the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music.

Find Felicity here:



Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Guest Post - 10/15/19 - Forbidden by Felicity Brandon #DarkRomance #Paranormal #Psychological

Forbidden by Felicity Brandon
A Dark Necessities Prequel – Book Three
BDSM #Thriller
Nobody survives Ethan Reilly…


Excerpt:

“Now, as to the matter of my tail light…”
Panic gripped her belly at Ethan’s sudden change of tact, her throat drying.
“Want to tell me about that?”
Lily panted as his question lingered in the air between them. “I was terrified,” she conceded, sucking her lip between her teeth in response to the bubble of energized arousal now simmering at her core. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do.”
Ethan smiled wryly. “You couldn’t just do as you were told, I suppose?” he proffered. “For once.”
She blew out a breath. “You said yourself that you overstepped the mark with the trunk, sir.”
“Maybe.” His gaze flitted to meet Lily’s for a moment. “Or maybe I just need to bind your ankles together and make sure you’re secured the next time, eh?”
There was a dark twinkle in his eyes as he glanced back to the road that sent a dark, delicious tingle of apprehension running down Lily’s spine.
“Ethan.”
There was that desperate, breathy tone again, the one he could conjure with just a few dark words and a glower.
His lips curled. “I know you hated it.” His voice was quiet now, but somehow, the sound still caused Lily’s nipples to harden. “But admit it; a part of you loved it, too, didn’t it? The peril, the powerlessness—it drives you fucking crazy.”
Lily gulped. “I didn’t love it,” she insisted. “That’s why I broke the light, sir. I was desperate.”
Ethan laughed, that ominous timbre Lily recognized all too well. “You always say you’re desperate,” he reminded her. “That you’re at your limit, that you can’t take anymore, when what you mean is you just need someone to push you over it. Make you take more, Make you love it.”
Her heart thundered at his words. Was he right? Was that would she needed?
“Someone?”
“Me,” he clarified. “You need me, little one.”
“But I can’t live that like,” she replied, though Lily’s voice was so weak that even she was unconvinced by the response. “Always on the edge. Always afraid. Always—”
“Aroused?” Ethan interjected, his eyebrow arching in that way that always sent her thoughts scattering.
“Right, sir,” she murmured, her gaze lowering. “I can’t function like that.”
“Says who?”
Ethan’s voice was still quiet, but there was an edge to his tone now, and it wasn’t lost on his wife.
“Sir?” Lily lifted her chin to look at him again. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, who says you can’t function like that?” Ethan repeated. “Who made the rules about how you should live—how we should live?”
Lily tucked her hair behind her ear, her gaze shifting to the road ahead.
He had her there, because she didn’t really have an answer. Who did make those rules? Where had Lily’s expectations about what their marriage should mean derived from? Her own parents, perhaps, but then that couldn’t be right, could it? Lily had spent years pushing against their rules and vowing she’d never become her mother, spending her evenings ironing and knitting to the sounds of her father’s crackling radio.
“So, who then?” he pressed. “If not your parents, then who?”
She swallowed. “I don’t know, sir, and that’s the truth.”
Ethan’s hand reached for her, brushing over her fingers lightly. “And that’s the point,” he said evenly. “There are no rules, Lily. We can live however we like.”
Lily gazed down at the large palm so easily encasing her digits. “So long as we don’t break any laws?”
He snorted at that, the sound making Lily smile.
“So long as we don’t get caught,” he corrected her, throwing Lily a wink as he pulled into a service station.
“Right,” she mumbled. “My mistake, sir.”


Blurb:

Once upon a time, I was a monster.

A predator who seized women just to get my kicks.

And then along came Lily. Lily—the light that chased my demons away.
Consumed with love for her, I finally put the sins of those torrid times behind me, until one dark day, everything changes.
I’m lured back into the shadows, the monster awoken again and now it will take every ounce of Lily’s submission to pull me back from the brink.
My betrayal sends our lives into a spiral of despair, and with justice looming on the horizon, it’s time we faced The End. 

Forbidden is a gripping, powerful, and emotional page turner with a breathtaking climax for fans of dark romance with a twist of true crime. It is the third in The Dark Necessities Prequels trilogy.

Buy Links:
Universal Buy link:  http://mybook.to/Forbidden



About the Author:

Felicity Brandon is a top 100 Amazon bestselling author.
She loves the darker side of romance, and writes sexy, suspenseful stories, with strong themes of bondage and submission.
You’ll find her either at her laptop, at the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music.

Find Felicity here:

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