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Book: Upper Hand
Series: Cedar Tree #5
Author: Freya Barker
Cover Designed: Margreet Asselbergs
Model: Alfie Gordillo
Photographer: Reggie Deanching of R+M Photography
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More often than not, Clint Mason has his foot firmly wedged in his mouth, which tends to get him in plenty of hot water with the ladies. Although his laid back good ole’ Southern charm does not fly far with the female population of Cedar Tree, the big burly contractor hides his dark side well.

The only one Beth Franklin allows herself to rely on is Beth, and so far that has served her well. Just when her son disappears after dropping his little guy off on her doorstep, her life seems to spiral out of control. For the first time ever, fearing for his safety, the fiercely independent waitress is forced to be on the receiving end of a helping hand. That’s not easy for her, especially since the shovel-sized hand belongs to a man whose approach has run hot and cold the last year, leaving her feeling off balance. With a steady and commanding force, he exposes her softer side, while doing everything he can to keep her and those close to her safe.

**Due to some content of a sexually explicit nature, this book is recommended for a mature audience only.**

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“A gentleman would’ve offered to do that for you, but when you bend over with that fine ass on display, I suddenly don’t feel so gentlemanly anymore.”
His breath tickles my ear and my body freezes in the spot. Mortification and arousal do battle for supremacy while I struggle for a smart come back. All I manage is an illiterate grunt, before slipping around the trunk of the car, keeping my head down to hide the telltale blush. His low chuckle follows me all the way into the driver’s seat, and that’s where my indignant self comes alive.
“What’s with you?” I blurt out the minute his fine ass hits the seat beside me. “For days, no, make that weeks since you’ve woken up, you’ve been mostly a grumpy ass. And now suddenly you’re going all sexy and shit. The hot and cold routine is giving me hot flashes,” I mumbled the last, but apparently he hears because the car fills with the best sound I’ve heard in months—Clint throwing his head back and laughing without restrictions. I can’t help but look over and take in the strong column of his throat and the strong white teeth showing between his lips. Fuck, those lips.
“Sexy and shit?” I lift my eyes from his mouth and find him looking at me with one eyebrow raised in question.
“Seriously? That’s what sticks from all I said?”
“Well, no. The hot flashes made an impression too.” He winks. He bloody winks.

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About The Author

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Freya Barker craved reading about ‘real’ people, those who are perhaps less than perfect, but just as deserving of romance, hot monkey sex and some thrills and chills in their lives – So she decided to write about them. Always creative, from an early age on she danced and sang, doodled, created, cooked, baked, quilted and crafted. Her latest creative outlets were influenced by an ever-present love for reading. First through blogging, then cover art and design, and finally writing. Born and raised in the Netherlands, she packed her two toddlers, and eight suitcases filled with toys to move to Canada. No stranger to new beginnings, she thrives on them. With the kids grown and out in the world, Freya is at the ‘prime’ of her life. The body might be a bit ramshackle, but the spirit is high and as adventurous as ever. Something you may see reflected here and there in some of her heroines…. none of who will likely be wilting flowers.

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Interference By Paige Matthews

The time is finally here…Let’s introduce you all to Micah and Jess…

Interference

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Jessica

Twelve years ago I lost everything I loved. I lost the ability to play the one sport that I had given every sweat and tear to. A career ending injury and a three-day coma left me hearing the words a player never wants to hear.

Since that day, I have made it my goal to break into the one world a female hasn’t entered yet: The NHL and specifically- Head Athletic Trainer. Finally getting my chance to prove myself I will not let anything or anyone stand in my way of my new dreams…until he shatters every ounce of control that I’ve hidden behind for years.

His arrogance, his determination and his god damn near perfect body set my body on fire. The more I try to stay away, the more I am drawn to him and the one night I give him- I lose.

Micah

I value nothing more than dominating on and off the ice. Nothing can deter my focus or my attention from taking my chance to prove to the world that I can capture the ultimate goal: the Stanley Cup. Coming off a heartbreaking loss in last year’s finals, the new season is full of promise and records. Until she walks in…

The newest Athletic Trainer of the NY Hawks and sister of my biggest rival, Jessica McAdams sets my body on fire: a response I haven’t felt in a long time. From the first time I saw her at the club and heard her name mentioned around the locker room, I was taken.

I could see through her walls, the false defenses she put up. She tries to pretend she is a stone cold and in charge woman, but I see the promise of what is underneath. As much as she pushes me away, the more I come to desire her, need her and want to dominate her. What starts as a mission to dominate the rough exterior becomes something I can’t live without- and she becomes the one thing I need more in my life than anything else, even if she doesn’t want me back.

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When the female left the table, I watched as Jessica lurked over and removed her corset and skirt. She was left in a black lace thong, and those fuck me boots. J whispered something into Jess’ ear, and I saw her eyes widen, then a slight nod. A blindfold was removed from J’s pocket and placed over her eyes and secured around her head. J laid her down and bent down once more to whisper in her ear as he began to run the wand over her nipples. He moved the wand in a circular motion, jumping between the two breasts.

J signaled for me to join them and I walked over, taking the wand from his hand. We’d decided that I’d use the traditional attachments for a little while, until my arm tired, before moving on to a different type of stimulation. I moved the wand down the length of her abdomen and across the width of her pelvic area, being careful not to stimulate her clit just yet.

The wand buzzed on as Jessica’s body arched and relaxed with the on and off of the surges. Jessica’s moans increased and decreased as she inhaled and breathed out. I moved the attachment up and down her torso, focusing on her breasts, her nipples, and the slight indentation of her stomach.

I signaled to J to switch the attachments, and I stuck the conductor end into the back of my pants. This let the current run through me, and I could use my hands or other prompts to give her different sensations. I started out by hovering my hands an inch from her skin. I moved them in a circular motion over her abdomen, simulating the movements as if I was touching her. I worked my way back up to her nipples, simultaneously circling each hardened peak. Jessica’s body arched off the table. My dick hardened in my pants. The pleasure I was receiving from giving her pleasure was amazing.

I moved lower; this time focusing on the area around her clit. Massaging the air just above her clitoral hood, her pelvis jumped at each pulse. It was my mission to give her an orgasm without touching her. I continued to focus the movements of my fingers in sporadic patterns, and watched as she moved below me. From the observation area, it would look like her body moved to a rhythm unseen. My fingers controlled her movements like a puppeteer controlled a puppet. Her knees bent and straightened as I watched her flesh fill with color. Her hands gripped the sides of the table, and I now returned my focus to circular movements over her clit. A few rotations and Jessica’s entire body tightened, her ass lifted from the table, and she screamed as her orgasm hit her. I did not let up on my motions, keeping her body tense and shuddering.

Once her body relaxed, I grabbed the Florentine flogger, a pom pom looking prop, that J had. It reminded me of the bike decorations that kids stuck into their handlebars; mylar tentacles hung from a handle. This would increase the surface area of the electricity, making it feel as if hundreds of shocks were coming at once. I wanted one more orgasm before I pulled her off that table and curled her up into my body on the couch.

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About Paige

Paige Matthews is an author of erotic romance, focusing heavily on the BDSM genre. Having spent countless hours between the covers of classics during her undergraduate and graduate degrees from Western Connecticut State University, she currently holds a BA English: Comparative Literature and a MA English: Professional Writing.

She lives with her husband, two small children and dog in Western Connecticut. When she’s not writing, she enjoys hockey, reading and traveling.

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Legacy Author: Lime Craven

Book: Legacy (Sociopath #2)
Author: Lime Craven
 Genre: dark romance/psychological thriller



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****Book 1 and 2 on Sale 3/26 – 4/2****
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Reach for the scars… Remember me?Aeron Lore: happy and humble. A people person. All around nice guy.Even I can’t say that with a straight face.

But seriously, things are going great. Leo’s behaving herself; I’m enjoying making sure she behaves. We’re a great team. SilentWitn3ss, our live-streaming news project, has launched to my favorite things ever: controversy and profit.

So when the FBI comes to me and wants to use SilentWitn3ss footage to trace a serial killer named Blood Honey, I’m only too happy to be superior—I mean, to help. And if Leo thinks the brutal Blood Honey and I have a few things in common, I guess that’s to be expected, given my rather unique preferences in the bedroom. My…condition.

But I’m not like him. I can’t stand that she would even think it.

If his actions threaten my relationship with Leo, I’ll hunt that fucker down myself.

If he gets too close for comfort, I will make him bleed—and trust me, he’s closer than I ever anticipated.

There’s a food chain, grasshoppers. The buck doesn’t stop with him. It stops with me. Blood Honey is a nasty son of a bitch, but I can be a lot worse. Question is…do I want to be?


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I like dysfunction. Broken people who can’t fix each other, but fit together because they’re missing the same pieces. One of my favourite songs declares, “take the sinner down to feed desire,” and that’s my MO. I write dirty psychological thrillers with strong elements of dark romance.

I love antiheroes. Female characters who don’t just accept their faults, but downright exploit them. No nice boys. No shame. Mindfuckery for all.

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The name’s Aeron Lore. And you are…? Such a pleasure to meet you, sweetheart. Is that a southern accent? Gorgeous.
You fucking bitch.
Why so surprised? I control a billion dollar fortune. I control the news. Give me five minutes and I’ll control you, too. If you could read my mind, you’d probably call me perverted. Unnatural. Manipulative. But I’ve learned to blend in, to be funny and charming. A predator in a designer suit.
I have no conscience. No shame in taking the things I want. And what I wanted was for Leontine Reeves to sell me her boutique tech firm so I could exploit the fuck out of it. Maybe exploit the fuck out of her, too, because desire haunts me in shades of scarlet, and I desire Leo most of all.
I never meant for this to be a love story. I fought it kicking and screaming, the same way Leo fought me. Now we’re bleeding into each other, making a mess. A chaos. There’s no control here. And what do monsters like me do when control leaves the building?
We attack.



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