Passion's Fury (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 2) (36 page)

If you liked
Passion’s Fury,
Book Two of The Doms of Passion Lake, then be sure to check out
Passion’s Dream,
Book One of the series, available now at
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00RY1643K
. And be on the lookout for Book Three,
Passion’s Hope
, which will be out in March, 2015.  Below are blurbs and excerpts from both of these thrilling books.

PASSION’S DREAM

When Clay “Raven” Nighthorse is offered a job as bodyguard to a woman being stalked by her vengeful ex, he’s ready to turn it down.  Until he discovers that she is the woman he met on a beach three years ago.  The woman with whom he felt an instant connection.  The woman who has been haunting his dreams ever since. 

Leah Stanhope has never forgotten the day she found her husband in bed with another woman.  Nor has she forgotten the kindness and compassion of the complete stranger who’d simply held her in his arms and let her cry herself out on a public beach.  She despairs of ever seeing him again until fate brings them together in a conflagration of desire and smoking hot passion.  Can Clay convince Leah to risk her heart?  And when her stalker finds her, will Clay be able to stop him in time?

PASSION’S DREAM
– ADULT EXCERPT

Lifting his hand, he placed his fingertips against her cheek.

She jerked her head away, but otherwise couldn’t move.  It was as if she’d been turned to stone.  “Don’t touch me!”  She’d meant it to be an icy command, but instead it came out a choked, frightened whisper.

Ignoring her, he sent his fingers on a journey along the line of her jaw, down the slender column of her neck.  He paused at the base of her neck, holding the tip of his index finger over the pulse hammering there, betraying her agitation.  The journey continued down over her collar bones, across the creamy, sloping mound of her breast to the edge of her modest bathing suit top.  When she made no move to stop him, he hooked his forefinger into the stretchy material.  When she still didn’t move, he allowed his fingernail to scrape against her tender flesh as he traced the outline of the fabric down to its lowest point—the point where it stretched across the shadowed valley between her breasts.

“Don’t—”It was a choked whisper.  She closed her eyes, but she made no attempt to remove his hand.  She was trembling, every clamoring nerve aware of his nearness, the potent sexuality of his hard, male body so close to hers.  ‘I-I’m engaged to be married.”

“Ah, yes.”  His lips twisted.  “The ever-devoted fiancé.  Tell me, Leah,” he tugged her toward him, the weight of his hand pulling the stretchy, jersey top outward, threatening to release the rounded fullness of her breasts.  “Tell me about him.  What’s it like making love to an old man?”

She should have pushed him away.  She should have stepped back—anything to put distance between them.  Except she wasn’t standing.  She was floating in the water, anchored by her elbow on the pool deck and his finger hooked in her bikini top.  Unable to get away, she stared up at him helplessly, trapped as much by the confusion leaping within her as she was by the sensual spell he seemed to be weaving around her like a web.

Resting his left elbow on the underwater shelf, he released her top and lifted his hand to shape the back of her head, those long, lean fingers threading through the damp silk of her hair.  “Does his touch arouse you?”  Slowly, sensuously, he pulled her toward him, closing the distance between them, until his firm, mobile mouth was less than an inch from her own, his breath warm against her lips.  “Does he set you on fire?”

The hard contours of his body brushed tantalizingly against the softly rounded curves of her own as the cool water undulated against them.

“Does he kiss you like this?” Clay persisted, dropping a warm, feather-light kiss near one corner of her trembling mouth, “like a father?  Or perhaps like an uncle or older brother, like this,” he pressed his lips first to her cheek, then, tilting her head down, her forehead.  “Or does he kiss you like a lover?  Like this—”and his mouth closed over hers in a dark, golden storm, his lips expertly parting hers to admit the probing sweetness of his tongue.

Leah stiffened and tried to pull away, but it was too late.  The flame ignited by his touch was all-consuming.  Without volition, her arms went around his neck, her legs circled his waist, ankles locking behind him.  The sheer size of the erection pressing against her sex made her gasp.  Her belly plummeted, sending moisture gushing out of her pussy onto the strip of fabric that was the bottom of her two-piece.  She’d never been so aroused in her life.  Her traitorous body arched toward his, her hips grinding her sex against his cock.  She moaned into his mouth as his arms went tightly around her back, crushing her soft breasts to his hard chest.  Locked together, they sank beneath the surface of the water.  Instead of panicking and struggling to break free, Leah wound her arms tightly around his neck and held on, trusting in his care of her.

Without breaking the kiss, Clay pushed off the deep end of the pool with a powerful thrust of his muscular legs, gliding swiftly through the water to the center of the pool, where he could stand up.  They broke the surface still locked together, their mouths tearing apart only long enough to drag air into their oxygen-starved lungs before crushing back together, tongues dueling passionately.

Leah loosened her hold on his neck, running her hands wonderingly over his shoulders and back, savoring the power of the muscles flexing beneath his satin-smooth skin, delighting in the heat of his body beneath the cool slickness of the pool water.  In spite of the pervading smell of chlorine, she could still smell his clean, masculine scent.  Losing all reason, she broke off the kiss to bury her face in the side of his neck, where it curved into his shoulder, inhaling that scent deep into her lungs.  Daringly, she put out her tongue and took a tiny lick of his warm, moist skin.  God, he tasted so good!  He felt so good!  She couldn’t stifle the groan that ripped from her throat.  Her hands curved around to the back of his head, her fingers gripping the thick, wet mass of his hair, holding his head still.  She drew a shuddering breath, trying desperately to get herself under control. 
This is a mistake!  This is a colossal mistake!

What readers are saying about
Passion’s Dream

“If you’re not into sexy dominants, submissives willing to explore their true nature, absolutely scorching sex scenes, thrilling suspense, and great plot lines…this book may not be for you.” :-)

“At the top of my list along with books from Cherise Sinclair and Kallypso Masters.”

“Julie is a force to be recognized in the big leagues of contemporary erotic romance. Don't hesitate to buy Passion’s Dream, you will not be disappointed. Can't wait for the next book.”

“Great start to a new series….makes you want to move to Virginia and look for Passion Lake.”

“Passion’s Dream has the perfect complement of romance, (kinky at times - but let's be honest, we've come to expect that from Ms. Shelton's books :-)) sex and suspense. My only problem - it wasn’t long enough.”

Passion’s Hope
is the third book in the exciting new BDSM series, The Doms of Passion Lake.  Be sure to read
Passion’s Dream
and
Passion’s Fury
, Books One and Two.  And be on the lookout for more by this talented writer.

PASSION’S HOPE

On the run from an abusive Dom, out-of-work waitress and aspiring singer Charlotte Fielding has sworn off men and she’s sworn off the BDSM lifestyle.  She only stopped by this BDSM Club Open House to stock up on the free food before heading for an audition with a country/rock band.  But when her abuser, a rich and powerful businessman, who also happens to be at the Open House, insults and attacks her publicly, former SEALs Nikolai Rostov and Jay Gillespie come to her rescue and offer to help.  But that would require her to trust the two hunkiest Doms she’s ever met.  And Charlotte’s all out of trust.

But fate has brought these three people together—Nik, the big Russian Daddy Dom, Jay, the switch, and Charlie, the submissive who needs what both of these men have to offer.  Just as they need what she has to offer.  Can she learn to trust them?  Can she risk her heart?  And when her abuser hires a hit man to keep her from testifying against him in court, will Charlie stay and let Nik and Jay risk their lives in order to keep her safe?  Or will she run—and risk destroying the only happiness she has ever known?

PASSION’S HOPE
– ADULT EXCERPT

Nik stared at the flat end of the plug settling into the crack of Jay’s squirming ass.  He was going to enjoy this spanking.  Probably a whole lot more than Jay was.  Once again he leaned over Jay’s back.  Grabbing him by his hair, he pulled Jay’s head back and growled in his ear.  “There will be no warm-up, boy.  You will receive thirty hard swats.  The last ten will include a surprise.  You may cry out if you need to.  Nod your head if you understand.”

Jay moaned.  His nod was a barely perceptible movement of his head. 

Nik’s big hand grabbed the hair on the back of Jay’s head, lifting it up off the padded head rest.  “You want to come, don’t you, boy?  You may answer.”

God help him, he did.  More than he’d ever wanted to come in his entire life!

“Yes, Daddy,” he wailed.

“You are not allowed.  Not until I have given you the last strike, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“If you do, your punishment will double. Clear?”

Jay groaned. 
Sixty strokes! 
He’d never be able to withstand sixty strokes!  He was going to have to do everything within his power to keep from coming.  Even though he wasn’t at all sure he was going to be able to.

“I asked you a question, boy.  I dislike having to wait.”

Jay managed another jerk of his head.  “Yes, Daddy.  Clear.”

“Do you know why you’re being punished?”

“Yes, Daddy.  For always making you late.”

Nik’s eyes gleamed as he released Jay’s head and straightened back away from him.  Once again he grabbed the cheeks of his ass, squeezing, kneading, pushing them apart to reveal his dark brown hole.  Then, without warning, he delivered a harsh slap to Jay’s right cheek.  The sharp stinging pain forced a cry from Jay’s throat, followed by a moan as heat bloomed across his skin.  A second harsh slap followed to Jay’s left cheek.  Nik took his time, placing each new blow precisely where he wanted it, slightly overlapping the previous blow.  By the time the twentieth blow fell, Jay’s ass was a deep, uniform red.  Nik stood over him, his body sheened with sweat.  He was panting for breath, his left hand resting on Jay’s burning ass, his right hanging at his side.  His palm was stinging from the force of his blows.  Jay’s skin was on fire.  Almost absently Nik began kneading the heat more deeply into Jay’s muscles, sending fire radiating through his entire body.

Jay’s breathing was shallow, his mind floating in a cloudless sky as his body recycled the pain into something that felt strangely like…pleasure.  He’d often heard that was the case, especially when a body was aroused as his was.  But this was the first time he was experiencing it himself.

“God, I love your hot little ass.”  Nik’s growly voice seemed to come from a great distance, even though his mouth was right above Jay’s ear.  “Are you ready for the last ten, boy?”

Jay could only manage a low moan, which made Nik chuckle.  “I thought so.”  As he straightened, he grabbed the flat end of the plug in Jay’s ass and started twisting it around and around, turning Jay’s moan into a warbling cry that became a yell as Nik pulled the plug nearly all the way out.  Then he stepped back and gave Jay a wallop along the crack of his ass.  The heel of his hand shoved the plug all the way back in, his slightly cupped fingertips laid a glancing blow against Jay’s dangling scrotum.

Jay’s head jerked up and back and a yell ripped from his throat as pleasure/pain smashed through him.

Again, Nik twisted the plug and pulled it nearly all the way out, before ramming it back in with another blow.  He repeated this seven more times, then straightened with difficulty, pulling the plug out one last time.  “Are you ready to come, boy?”

“Yes, Daddy.”  By now Jay was weeping openly, unable to contain his sobs.

“And what do you say to your Daddy for the gift he is about to give you?”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Nik drew back his hand.  As he let it fly, he yelled, “Come,
malchik moy! 
Come for your Daddy!”

Jay’s back arched, his entire body went rigid.  His shout was wrenched from the depths of his throat as a cataclysmic orgasm exploded through him.  Cum shot from his cock, the first arc splashing against the bottom of his chin.  When the last tremor had passed through him, his entire body slumped bonelessly down onto the spanking bench, a puddle of satiated flesh.

Tiredly, Nik began unfastening the straps binding Jay to the bench, releasing first his legs, then his arms.  Offering Jay his hand, he helped him climb down off the apparatus, steadying him as he tried to stand on legs that were so wobbly they threatened to collapse beneath him.  Nik’s arms went around him, providing support while Jay laid his head against the big Dom’s chest as he struggled to keep his feet.

One of their SEAL buddies, Lucas McKay, Passion Lake’s only doctor and one of tonight’s DM’s, stepped up onto the dais with a blanket, which he held up to Jay’s naked form.  “
Spasibo
,” Nik said, grabbing the corners and tucking them around Jay.

Lucas grinned at him.  “’Bout damn time you two realized what you were,” he said, clapping Nik on the shoulder.  “Sure took you long enough.  You know, we’ve had a pool going.  I think I just won it.”

Nik stared at him, a puzzled look on his face.  But Lucas just walked away, chuckling and shaking his head.  Nik watched him go, then he turned his head and pressed his lips against the side of Jay’s head, just above his ear.  “It would seem our relationship has taken an unexpected turn tonight,
kharoshi moi
,” he murmured in a voice filled with tenderness.  “We have much to discuss when we get home.”

Look for
Passion’s Hope
in March of 2015.