Roping the Rancher Brokenhead Hearts Book 2 by Kellie Kamryn
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Print Length: 101 pages
Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
Publication Date: September 6, 2019
Kit Morgan is Brokenhead’s sex therapist by day and Dominatrix by night. While she never shies away from being her true self, she rarely mixes business with pleasure until she meets Greg Anderson, the owner of the only two horses in this kinky two-horse town.
Submissive Greg longs to turn his ranch into a BDSM bed and breakfast—a safe place to stay and play for those in the kink lifestyle. He’s looking for a partner in life and business, and he wonders if he’s found that in Kit.
Will they ride off into the sunset, or tie each other up in knots?
Trudy glanced at her wrist. “Well, would you look at the time? I need to get going.” Kit frowned in confusion. “What are you talking about? You just got here, and besides, it’s your appointment.” Greg heaved a sigh and folded his arms over his chest. “Mom, you’re not even wearing a watch.” Trudy scratched her wrist. “Huh… You’re right. It must be my intuition telling me it’s time to leave.” She hiked her purse onto her shoulder and stood. “You kids have a nice chat about me, and we will discuss it next week.” Surprised, Kit gaped as Trudy hurried from the office, slamming the door behind her. She turned to Greg. “What the hell just happened?” Greg scratched at his head. “I don’t know. She told me she wanted to discuss something with me, but she felt better doing it at your office. Said she felt better with a professional present.” Kit muttered under her breath. “That woman will drive me nuts one day…” One of Greg’s eyebrows shot upward. “You’re talking about my mother.” Kit rolled her eyes. “As if you don’t know your own mother.”
“You have a point.” He chuckled, lounging back into the sofa, one arm on the backrest, long legs stretched out in front of him. “There were times I thought she’d be the death of me. Or I’d strangle her. But like you said—she is one of a kind.” Kit swallowed hard, trying not to be affected by his sexy sprawl on her couch. Moisture gathered in her pussy, and she pressed her legs together, tugging down her skirt. “Well.” She cleared her throat. “Your mom has paid in advance for this session. Tell me how you’d like to proceed on her dime.”
“I find it incredibly hot that you don’t wear panties,” he murmured. She startled for a second, then zeroed in on him, her Domme persona rising to the challenge.He needs to be taught a lesson.Kit straightened her spine, intentionally thrusting out her breasts and crossing one leg over the other slowly to give Greg a good glimpse of what he wouldn’t be getting. She noted Greg’s reaction to the red three-inch heels that adorned her feet. She purposefully swung one leg for a second, letting the moment drag out, and relished the way Greg’s nostrils flared and his pupils dilated as he observed her actions. Kit stood, her feet shoulder-width apart, hands on hips, and stared at him. Using her commanding voice, she said, “Correction, slut. The proper response is, I find it incredibly hot that you don’t wear panties,Mistress.” Greg’s cheeks flushed with a pink hue. He sat up straight and bowed his head. “I find it incredibly hot that you don’t wear panties, Mistress.”
Menagerie a Trois Brokenhead Hearts Book 1
Print Length: 85 pages
Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
Publication Date: March 30, 2018
Dubbed the Kat Lady by her roommate, Kat Munroe admits to an ulterior motive for rescuing strays—a chance to visit the cute Dr. Evan Cole at the vet clinic. He makes her heart purr as much as her kittens do. Determined to ask him out before he thinks she’s some crazy cat woman, Kat works up her courage for the next visit.
Evan Cole doesn’t see many females other than the animal variety at his veterinary clinic. Always a believer that the right woman will walk into his life someday, he made everything else—vet school, his career—a priority over searching for love. But from the day Kat Munroe walks through the door with a stray feline rescue, his heart beats to see her again. His dilemma—how to create the perfect romantic date when you’re clueless about dating?
When they finally go on a date, disaster strikes at every turn. Will they be able to handle the menagerie? Or will they decide that more isn’t merrier?
Evan released her hand and gestured toward a blanket that lay on the ground. “A midnight picnic under the stars?”
Kat beamed at him. “Sounds romantic.”
Evan sat down, tugging on Kat’s hand for her to join him. He set the bags down and opened them. In silence for a few minutes, they ate the cold meal. Evan relaxed back, lying down on the blanket with his hands behind his head. Kat stared down at him, and in the light from the flashlight, their eyes met.
On impulse, Kat leaned down and kissed his lips. One of his hands came up to caress her back. The heat from his mouth sent lust spiraling throughout her body. She climbed on top of him and ground her mound into his cock. His erec-tion sprang to life, and she rubbed her body up and down his length while they continued to kiss.
Evan framed her face in his hands and pressed soft kisses to her nose and cheeks. Never having felt so cherished be-fore, Kat sighed and sank down beside him, snuggling into his side. Both trying to catch their breath, they stared up at the stars through a canopy of leaves. The odd cloud floate by, obscuring the moonlight from time to time.
“This is romantic,” Kat purred.
Evan turned his head to press a kiss to the side of her head. “Finally—something went right this evening.”
“Mm-hmmm...” She massaged circles onto his chest. The muscles she detected through his shirt demanded a closer look. “Why don’t we—”
The slap Evan delivered to the side of his cheek cut off her question. A high-pitched buzzing noise filled her ears. A pinprick of pain on her leg had her delivering a blow of her own. More buzzing and slapping of flesh ensued.
“Not really the kind of slapping I had in mind.” She jumped up, waving her hands around.
Evan stood, quickly snatching up the remnants of their food with the blanket. “Are you into that kind of thing?”
The flashlight tipped over, momentarily blinding Kat. “Ow,” she complained. “And yes—a good slap on the rear on occasion is acceptable.”
Evan tugged a strand of her hair.
“Ass spanking on occasion, but no hair pulling,” he said. “Gotcha.”
Kat batted away another mosquito. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it. I didn’t even think we were there yet.” She slapped her forearm as another little bloodsucker attempted to make a meal out of her. “Can we just get out of here?” She bent over and retrieved the flashlight, then pointed it in the direction she thought they’d come.
“Duly noted, and yes.”
They scurried back out of the trees and followed the fence back into the barnyard. Just as they reached the yard, a booming sound caused them both to shout.
Kat jumped into Evan’s arms and clung to him. “What the hell was that?” she shrieked.
Award-winning author Kellie Kamryn is a retired elite gymnast and competitive coach. These days she is captain of her crew of four wearing many a hat: chauffeur, cook, maid, and arm chair psychologist, although her favorite title, and the one she answers to most, is “Mom”. As a martial artist, she trains in the internal martial arts of Xingyi and Baguazhang, and teaches self defence classes for women and children alongside her teaching partner.
While she’s often described as sweet, her friends and readers know she’s got a sassy side, and most days she can be found channeling her sass into writing stories and poetry that sweep readers away into other worlds. When her writing muse demands a break, she channels her creative energy into bringing many a tale to life through her work as a narrator, and as online columnist for The Aquarian Online.
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