Mistress of Torment (The Mistress Series Book 1)

This is an explicit erotic vel with strong BDSM and female domination themes. Paul is submissive to the core but deeply unfulfilled. He despairs of ever meeting a really sadistic woman who will give him the constant hard discipline that he craves. Then a chance meeting with an old friend brings him within the thrilling orbit of top professional dominatrix Mistress Nikki Xcite Books offer a wide range of erotic books including short story anthologies, vels and sex manuals.

Alex Jordaine is the UK's leading Femdom writer and author of the highly acclaimed 'Mistress' series of novels. He has also been a regular contributor over a number of years to two iconic fetish magazines, 'Secret' and 'Marquis'. In all of Alex Jordaine's 'Mistress' books sexy powerful women are firmly in charge. They control the pleasure and men are there to serve and obey them.

This last is worth mentioning because, although the books are full of graphic discipline, bondage and domination, they are essentially love stories. Short stories by Alex Jordaine have been included in various collections of BDSM, gay, lesbian and general themed erotica, also all published by Xcite. Publication Data Place of Publication.

Homebody by Joanna Gaines , Hardcover 2. From the depths of the park, a deadly prehistoric looking creature emerges, attacks swiftly and silently, leaving devastation in its wake. In the chaos which follows, it is up to Chief Dermott and a team of scientists to fight for balance by ensuring the safety of his town and preserving this remarkable discovery.

He will risk his career, his reputation and even his own life to stand by what he believes to be right. The question is, will he succeed, or will all be lost? Grab your copy now!! Watch the trailer here. This novel was inspired by the landscape and natural beauty of New England. The following week on Monday, when Sean returned to work, he found new information on the homicide in Lakeside Park in his inbox.

He is now the number one suspect. The security video from the drugstore robbery and a mug shot are attached. A transcript of her statement is attached. She stated the last time she saw her son was two years ago in October when he asked her for money. He has no confirmed address, and he last called his mother two years ago.

He placed the call to the lab. The receptionist told him the tests were completed and transferred him to a technician who gave him the results. No trace metals either. We found nothing man-made in it. He glanced at the time on his computer screen. In one hour, he needed to attend a seminar on emergency protocols as outlined by the Department of Emergency Services and Public Protection, given at the University of Connecticut.

He turned off his computer, preparing to leave when he saw Ryan standing in the doorway. I was able to speak with her. It sounded like Marsha cared very deeply about him, so I asked what the nature of their relationship was today. They broke up because he has a gambling problem. He uses cash advances to get money. He wanted her to open a card in her name and take out an advance for him. She refused and gave him an ultimatum.

He never got help. He asked Marsha if she could loan him two thousand dollars, but she refused. She feels terrible for him. I followed up with the credit card carrier, and they did receive a request to close the account. She gave him a small loan, and he took a second job to cover the rest. Marsha said he would tell her he stopped gambling, but she knows he never did. He was always short of money the entire time they were together. He held a steady job, and for the most part they had a good relationship. He was working with kids coaching the winning basketball team. Looks like a model citizen.

Any idea who he owes money to? There are some illegal gambling operations in neighboring towns that local law enforcement is building cases against. I could contact them. It was pure coincidence it was taken away now. Ryan returned to his office, and Sean left the station. On the way to his police car, he detoured into the building next door which housed the Animal Control Department. After exchanging greetings with Officer Benjamin Gibson, the head of Animal Control, Sean asked if anyone claimed the dog he found.

Sean rubbed his chin.

Want to take a look? The body in the footage looked like a deer. The features on its face were squashed; the eyes no longer clearly defined. The neck of the animal was bent in the middle—the head lay flat on the ground twisted to one side. Its back legs were crushed and wedged into position under its belly. Even more bizarre, the lifeless mass had a gelatinous looking coating over its entire body.

The footage was taken by a fifteen-year-old boy on his cellphone. He was riding his bike with a friend in Quarry Head Park. They went off the path, and his friend fell from the bike when he hit this dead animal. She wanted to make sure someone cleaned it up before anyone else got hurt. Sean pointed to a marker on a tree in the video. I have to go to a seminar at the University of Connecticut, but when I come back I want to take a look at it myself. Hey, when you get to the school you should talk to Dr. You can show him the video. He knows a lot about animals and specializes in herpetology.

Greg lives right here in town. He might be able to help. Sean thanked Ben and left for the University. Once in his cruiser he scrunched his nose, mulling over the grisly video. Natural causes or foul play? Months after ending a long-term relationship, Bryony Murphy still lets it control her. Georgia makes Bryony want to forget everything else and enjoy simply her. After a one-night stand with Bryony, Georgia wants more with the lovely researcher.

Georgia is willing to go slow at first, but soon the sexual tension becomes too much to bear and she just has to make Bryony her own. Katharine has wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember. She wrote her first novel when she was In her A-levels, she spent lessons preparing dialogue for scenes. For a few years, Katharine worked in the community as a care support worker before becoming a stay-at-home parent.

In , she made the leap into becoming a freelance ghost writer of romantic fiction. Since then, Katharine has written over short stories, novellas and novels for various clients. In June , her first novella, A Day to Remember , was published. Katharine lives in Derby with her fiance, a mental health nurse, and their two children.

Nudging Bryony into the booth, Georgia sat beside her, effectively crowding Bryony against the wall. They sat in silence until the barman brought the coffee, giving them both curious looks before leaving. Georgia nudged the coffee cup towards Bryony. We had cameras watching you, remember?

Joyce also told me about your reaction. If anything, her breathing seemed to get faster. It was all she could do not to pull Bryony into her arms. Bryony looked like she wanted to run. Bryony let out a shuddering sigh. And for the first twelve years, it was amazing. But then she changed.

She got into a car accident and was diagnosed with bipolar. Tara had to go on pain medication and meds to control her bipolar. Her mother, Krista, found out and accused me of making Tara into an addict. She lifted her head enough to take a sip and placed the cup back down, snuggling against Georgia again. So she started lashing out at me. Georgia had suspected something like that. Just hearing all this made the anger bubble up. She had come into the office early and had found Bryony unconscious.

She looked as though she had been hit by a car and was bleeding from the neck.

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Georgia had called for an ambulance and got the whole story. Tara had tried to come to the hospital but Georgia and a few of their co-workers had blocked her way. Tara had screamed at them and tried to attack Georgia but security had dragged her out. Into the Moonless Night was a devil to write. I remember that vividly. It deals with issues such as social injustice, fate, and PTSD. Part of the reason Moonless became a darker book stems, unquestionably, from the fact that the world has seemingly become a darker place recently.

I certainly hope that that is true. There is no denying that recent political events have made the racists feel empowered. This includes the sexists, and the homophobes and transphobes, and basically everyone who wants the power to persecute those who were not born into the racial and sexual elite. Even if racism and misogyny and transphobia, etc.

All these ideas were in my head while I was writing Into the Moonless Night. The action of the book takes place in the Clawcrags, home of the shifters. Shifter society is highly stratified. Lion-shifters and other large cats get to act as leaders, while dog-shifters must be guards and vulture-shifters tend the dread. Unusual shifters, such as Tasmanian devils, have no place at all, and are subsequently outcast. Catch Starthorne, rogue, Smilodon-shifter, and protagonist of Into the Moonless Night , certainly thinks so. One of the beauties of writing fantasy is that you can set up a system whose flaws are so readily apparent.

Many readers, myself included, want entertainment, not a lecture, when we read. And, for me, privileging a person who turns into a lion over one who turns into a weasel is no more ridiculous than giving preference to a person with lighter skin, or a man over a woman. I love it all the more for that fact. It may be my best book yet.

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I hope you enjoy it. Decker hails from Pennsylvania. Catch Starthorne has spent a lifetime running from the prophecy that names him as the one who will save the shifter race, but now that he has returned to his home in Clawcrags, he may have to face his destiny.

While Catch schemes, Ascot works to retrieve him with the help of a witch and a pair of madcap shifter rebels. But every attempt to reach him earns her fresh enemies and embroils her ever deeper in the conspiracies surrounding the prophecy. Grab your copy here! Beside him, Moony had worked up to a rude place in his washing, tail slapping the ground hard enough to raise dust.

The prophecy , thought Ascot. Dipping his head, Dmitri scratched the ground. Abruptly, his nostrils flared. She worked some saliva into her mouth and swallowed. Ascot fell away inside herself. The world, shadowed and dark, floated at a distance, as if she stared at it through the cavern of her own skull. Every sound droned and echoed. Some praise for the series…. Fun and funny with many laugh-out- loud moments.

Very highly recommended and certain to be an enduring favorite. Rescued by Gandalf shortly before my home planet was destroyed in the last days of the Clone Wars, I was raised in relative obscurity by my foster parents, Severus Snape and Pippi Longstocking. Growing up, I could be found nearby falling down rabbit holes, catching second stars to the right, and stepping through wardrobes into mysterious lands and countless adventures. When those stories ended, I made up my own and kept going.

This later on translated into a strong passion for writing that has helped keep my feet on the ground while my head stayed firmly in the clouds. My first brush with romance novels came at the tender age of 8 when I filched a Barbara Cartland dog eared paperback from my unassuming aunt and fell into a world of magic, wonder and entirely innocent G rated writing. My goals are simple: Keep reading, keep writing and never lose the determination to make life as random, quirky and beautiful as it can be.

History branded him a coward. Prophecy labeled her his destruction. Some legends are born of lies. Others begin when the lies end.

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And not everything remains myth…. Born of darkness and raised on revenge, Mordred Lothian spent an eternity fighting for the honor of a woman who had none. Free of her hatred, his only goal is to pick up the pieces of betrayal and attempt to forge a new life in a world that never wanted him. Damaged by the one person who should have protected her most, she is determined to have no master and only one mistress: Thrown together to stop an ancient evil hell bent on vengeance, can the sacrifice of one be the salvation of the other?

Grabbing the body by the arm, he drug it between the manacles, careful not to disturb the sword. He stripped the jacket from the body, then the long black over-shirt, leaving the tight black T-shirt behind. Next, he removed the knife sheath on the left arm, then the watch and the rings and the bracelet, tossing them all on the blanket by the trunk.

The locks on the manacles were well oiled and tumbled open effortlessly under the key. The manacle locked around the right wrist with a satisfying click. He let the tension leave his body as he relaxed back onto his heels. He gave her a questioning look. Huh, and here I thought your stint at the Glass Dragon was your first.

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She elbowed his healing ribs. Some kind of demon? Is she really dead? Hesitating a moment, she shuffled forward. The chains are to keep her from leaving until she answers a few questions. Life returned violently to the body, gasping breath and the pounding of blood to a heart magically healed from the sword. The woman on the floor convulsed, arms straining against the manacles as she fought to sit up.

He let a satisfied smile cross his lips. His smile grew wider as he crawled towards Jo. And how the hell did you manage it? Jo jerked against the chains. My employer simply gave me an address. Futures , and various other anthologies and e-zines. My legs flail, searching for solid ground, until I plunge abruptly into dank, smelly water.

I gasp, and my mouth fills with brine. I kick against my heavy skirts and break the surface. The concrete slabs of the nearby docks sharpen my fuzzy memory. This is exactly why our travellers are encouraged to use pre-approved Extraction locations. Across the way, Marie does a frantic doggie-paddle towards the steel rungs leading up to the dock.

With labored strokes, I swim after her, clutching the sphere in one hand. Water streams out around me, forming a dark puddle on the concrete. The evening sun, balancing on the very edge of the horizon, casts an eerie glow on the water. I clench my jaw to stop my teeth from rattling and focus on retaining my professionalism—not easy, considering the mucked-up circumstances. Finally, Marie starts up the ladder, ascending tentatively, with gasping breaths. Her eyes widen as she takes in the industrial warehouses, giant cranes, and sprawling parking lots that seem to have appeared instantaneously.

In the mystic realms of Aztlan del Sur,. Eve and three friends struggle with whether bad love is better than no love and discover that love is a wild thing. A young curandera, a medicine woman, intent on uncovering the secrets of her past is forced into a life-and-death battle against an evil Archbishop. Native lore of dreams and visions, shape changing, and natural magic work to spin a neo-gothic web in which sadness and mystery lure the unsuspecting into a twilight realm of discovery and decision.

Wits kept panic at bay. It was the getting there that mattered—how it happened, how she did it. Carolyn LaRoche grew up in snow country but fled the cold and ice several years ago. She now lives near the beach with her husband and their two sons. After his professional baseball career crashed and burned, Jamie escaped to the scenic coastal town of Falmouth for a fresh start.

With a new career that fit his personality, Jamie lived life on his terms. His terms were simple—fight fires for the adrenaline rush, coaching MLB hopefuls for the love of the game, and spending his nights with one of the many pretty faces that crossed his path. Plenty of women passed through his life but none had tempted him to settle down. Until a feisty brunette changed all that.

Too bad the sexy paramedic had no interest in Jamie or spending the night with him. She carried an attitude as thick as her New York accent and he wanted to coax a smile on her face. Can a sexy little wager convince a confirmed bachelor and a woman running from her past to take a chance on love?

When a terrible injury ended his pro career, Grant knew nothing would ever take the place of his one and only love—baseball. Callie had already lived through her fair share of serious. At twenty-eight, her current plans for the future included having a good time and enjoying the MLB hopefuls that showed up on the Cape every May to play in the summer baseball league. He wanted her and she wanted absolutely none of it. Or, so she thought. Grant could not only set her body on fire with just a look but with only a few kisses she started to forget that serious was off the table for her life.

Grant had been harassing him big time and it was getting way beyond annoying. Every time the door to the house opened, he held his breath hoping Mandy would walk in. Is it your time of the month, Sally? You need to get laid something serious. They are pretty feisty little guys and they want what they want when they want it. A job I like, a twenty four hour grocery store across the street and plenty of pretty ladies around town with a thing for firefighters.

I need to step outside for some air. Stretching, he let the cool ocean breeze that always accompanied nightfall, wash over him. The smell of sand and salt assaulted his senses. It was a heady combination on a warm summer night. Even better if he had a certain woman in his arms watching the waves crash in over their toes. A very familiar voice. A voice that made his heart jump around wildly in his chest. He turned around and saw her standing at the corner of the building, peering at him with an amused look on her face.

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Mandy giggled and twisted her hands in front of her. She shivered a little and he hoped it was because of his proximity and not the evening breeze. The guy on kitchen duty has to wear one—the frillier, the better—and he gets a girl name. Hazing at its best, I suppose. Mandy ran a finger lightly up his arm until she reached the place where the full length apron started up around his neck and hooked her finger there. Ever since I heard the song Mustang Sally. Maybe we should do something about that. He sure liked this side of her.

Jamie bent down and scooped her up in his arms. Mandy wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. You have the most amazing—eyes. Worried one of the guys might walk outside and see them, he carried her into a stand of pine trees on the side of the building, never once breaking their contact.

She let a tiny little moan escape as she ended the kiss. Did that even make sense? The thin, silky material was erotic, caressing his chin and cheek as he explored the bare skin of her shoulder with his tongue. He sat in the cushion of the pine needles and pulled her onto his lap. She was as fervent as he was in her desire to get as close as possible. I was having some doubts but then I talked to Callie and worked a few things out. Preferably on a day when I am not on duty? Unfortunately, I have to get back inside.

The captain can be a bit of a ball-buster. He wanted to remember the feel of her lips all night long. A groan rumbled through his chest. Frustration mounted and that ice cold shower was definitely about to become reality. They walked out of the stand of trees hand in hand, Jamie cursing his need to be employed. Half the time he said stuff like that just to make her blush. Enjoy the rest of your shift. What the hell was all that? The door opened behind him.

I was about to call in search and rescue. I invited her for dinner. I would have but you know, work and all. But, you can also get arrested for it.