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About Sierra Cartwright
Sierra Cartwright has a confession…even when she was writing books for Harlequin/Silhouette, she was always pushing the boundaries of what the publisher would let her get away with! Her editors would return manuscripts with whole pages crossed through.
She’s always written romances, and she’s really found her passion with novels that include BDSM elements. There’s nothing she adores more than an alpha male…except for an equally strong heroine.
Sierra believes that hot, consensual, mind-blowing scenes are critical to the development of an erotic romance novel. Sex deepens emotional connections, changes relationships, and forges the bonds between her characters. She believes that her stories would not be as strong, as rich if the sex scenes were removed.
Winner of the 2013 Best BDSM Book of the Year award, Sierra was born in Manchester, England where she spent her early years traipsing through castles. As a girl, she moved to the Wild West, Denver, Colorado where the Rocky Mountains inspired her. Now, the internationally acclaimed author calls Galveston, Texas, home. She loves the way history blends with Southern manners (being called “sugar” is an experience unto itself) and rich pirate lore.
She invites you to join her on a sensual journey where the limits are explored and expanded.
I adore powerful men. Whether they’re wearing jeans and a cowboy hat or a well-tailored suit, I am attracted to men who radiate confidence and are comfortable with who they are. It makes them both sexy and powerful.
I try to create complex heroes we can fall in love with. I give them traits I find sexy, commitment, respect, integrity, manners, and, most importantly, a sense of humor. And then I introduce him to a heroine who will test everything he thinks he knows. The woman he falls for has to be convinced of his intentions. Along the way, I end up smitten, too, even if the alpha male would be too much for me in real life.
Kennedy Aldrich is a character I find yummy…one I had great fun crafting.
I’ve often wondered what it might be like to grow up with extraordinary expectations demanded of you. What would the pressure be like? Would you conform or rebel? Kennedy Aldrich initially rebels, but when his father falls ill, he discovers that the mantel of responsibility suits him. He becomes the person his family expects. With one exception. He doesn’t want to marry, and he particularly doesn’t want to marry a woman of his mother’s choosing, one from an immaculate lineage. Instead, he enjoys being single.
Until he meets Mackenzie Farrell. From the moment he sees her at a BDSM club and realizes she’s a submissive, he’s smitten. There’s nothing about this woman that doesn’t appeal to him.
Unfortunately for him, Mackenzie has sworn off marriage. The pain of a divorce has convinced her never to walk down the aisle again.
Kennedy is accustomed to getting what he wants, and when Mackenzie refuses his advances, he becomes even more determined to have her.
I enjoyed the push/pull that these two characters shared. As they explore the relationship and each other, they discover more about themselves and about the thrilling power of sex and commitment.
Summary of Claim
This is book two in the Bonds series, see the full series listing here
It had to be her. He won’t be satisfied until he claims her.
Kennedy Aldrich has perfected the art of dodging any romantic entanglement that will lead to marriage. That is until he sees Mackenzie Farrell at a BDSM gathering.
When they meet, he’s entranced by her intelligence and submission, not to mention her stunning good looks. For the first time, he has met a woman who captivates his interest on every level, someone he wants to share his life with.
Mackenzie is overwhelmed by Kennedy’s attentions. A failed marriage taught her to distrust men, and she’s vowed never to walk down the aisle again.
It takes all her resolve to resist the devilishly handsome Dominant. After all, the whole world knows of his legendary reputation with women. Every feminine instinct warns that this man will demand more than she can offer.
But she hasn’t counted on Kennedy’s determination to claim her and prove that love is worth any risk.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of anal play.
Free Excerpt from Claim
Mackenzie had two choices. Either she had to get ready or she had to tell Kennedy she was standing him up.
The truth was, she wanted to see him as much as she needed her next breath.
She bolted up the stairs, yanked out a short—stupidly short, black, sleeveless—dress and hung it on the back of the bathroom door.
Since her hand was shaking from nerves, she decided to grab a glass of wine to drink as she put on her makeup.
The wine helped. Maybe too much. It hit her hard, reminding her she’d skipped lunch. It was already a couple of minutes before seven when she remembered he’d said to pack an overnight bag.
The realization made the upcoming evening more real. Was she really going to do this? Enter the powerful man’s private lair and willingly stay there? It had been over two years since she’d spent the night with a man. That meant something, even though she wanted to pretend it didn’t.
More than a bit wary, but also with a bit of anticipation mixed in, she grabbed a canvas bag she’d bought on a Caribbean cruise that she’d taken to celebrate the signing of her divorce papers. She hadn’t hooked up with anyone, but she’d sat on her deck, reading paperback after paperback and drinking mojito after mojito.
Knowing she was stalling, she tossed in toiletries. Then she was stumped. What about bedtime? And tomorrow morning?
Damn. Could this be any more complicated?
In the end, she added jeans, a couple of pairs of underwear, high-heeled boots and a sweater. She selected a favorite oversized shirt for sleeping in. It was well-worn, pink and had stupid saying on the front. By the time he saw her wearing no makeup and snoozing in a baggy cotton thing that hung down to her knees, he’d give up the ridiculous pursuit of her.
By the time he rang the doorbell, she had a bit more courage than she’d had earlier.
As he’d instructed, she hadn’t put on any panties. She’d also opted not to wear pantyhose, figuring that his car would already be warm. And even if it wasn’t, the heated seats would be a godsend.
“Coming!” she shouted when he pressed the bell a second time.
With the wine cruising around in her veins as if it were a reckless car, she dashed down the stairs, holding onto the railing for balance.
This time, he pounded on the door.
In the entryway, she threw open the coat closet and dug out a pair of shoes. After smoothing down the dress and waiting a few seconds for the world to right itself, she propped one hand on her hip and jutted it out, hoping she was doing a halfway decent femme fatale act then opened the door.
“Holy, holy…” he said. He gave a long, slow wolf whistle.
Heat chased up her chest and settled in her face.
“Let’s skip dinner,” he said, closing the door behind him.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Now that he was here, she wondered how she’d even considered canceling. He made thoughts collide, her body weak.
He backed her against the closest wall.
Boldly she grabbed his cock and felt it swell in his hand. “Your dick is hard, Master Aldrich.”
“It has been since I woke up, submissive Zee.”
His words combined with his husky tone made her shiver. She’d never known sex could be like this, so hot and all consuming.
“Find out for yourself, Sir,” she invited.
He hiked up her dress. “I was hoping you’d obeyed.”
It thrilled her that he was enjoying her femme fatale role, too.
He stroked her pussy and she wrapped her hands around his neck, lacing her fingers into his too-long hair.
“Tell me you want it,” he said.
Julia Lyle will have nothing to do with domineering men, no matter how tall, dark, and sexy. But Dom Marcus Cavendish will be satisfied with nothing less than collaring the fiercely independent Julia.
Nothing could have shocked her more…
Julia Lyle is invited to her best friend’s wedding and is stunned when Lana kneels to accept her husband’s collar. When Julia starts to object, firm, relentless hands land on her shoulders. The man behind her threatens to turn her over his knee if she interrupts. She’s outraged, but there’s no doubt he’s serious.
After the ceremony, he offers her a glimpse into her friend’s lifestyle, if she’s brave enough to accept.
Master Marcus Cavendish is everything she doesn’t want in a man—dominant, self-assured and arrogant. So why can’t she resist him?
Telling herself that learning about the lifestyle will make her a better friend, Julia agrees to submit to Master Marcus, but only for the evening. Firm and unrelenting in his handling of her, he introduces her to his tawse and the pleasure/pain of a spanking delivered by a competent Dom. The experience unnerves her, making her question everything she thought she knew about relationships, and his forced orgasms leave her shattered.
No doubt the scene seduced her, and that makes her doubly determined to avoid him. She has fought hard for her freedom and vowed only to date nice men, and Master Marcus is anything but safe.
Marcus is undeterred. Julia is a natural sub. The way she responded to his touch, his voice, his punishment proved it. Now he has to convince her to yield to him, submitting to his tawse as she kneels to accept his collar.
Free Excerpt from With This Collar
“Come on, Julia. Admit it. You might be protesting, but only because you think you should. Deep down, you’re intrigued.”
She curled her hands into fists at her side, more to keep him from seeing the way she was trembling than anything else. Damn him—he had snared her interest.
“You’re wondering what it might be like to surrender to a man. More specifically, you’re wondering what it might be like to submit to me.”
“Not in this lifetime.”
“When Lana was talking about the things she and Ben do, you listened, maybe even fantasised about being spanked, feeling an unyielding palm on your ass cheeks, perhaps being tied up helplessly while you wondered what would happen next. And tonight, you pictured yourself in Lana’s place, kneeling in front of a roomful of people.”
She coolly met his gaze and pretended her heart wasn’t racing. “You’re out of your mind. That will never happen.”
“You want to be taken in hand. You want to have someone enforce the limits so that you can release your fear and freely experience everything.”
She knew she should leave. Now. But she was fascinated, even as she was repelled.
“How would you react if I dug my hand into your hair, dislodging those carefully placed pins, then tugged hard, forcing your head back and holding you tight for my kiss?”
“You’ll never know, Mr Cavendish.” And if she persisted in her protests, neither would she.
He dropped his foot from the window ledge and took a purposeful step towards her. Apparently unconcerned by her forceful words, or totally disbelieving them, he took her by the shoulders and turned her to face him.
She stood her ground even though there were only inches separating them. The breadth of him filled her vision. His proximity overwhelmed her. If there had ever been a man to tempt her, it was this one.
Gently he traced the column of her throat. “Your mouth says one thing,” he commented, “but your pulse betrays you. The way you bit your lower lip betrays you. The way you’re trembling betrays you.”
“Maybe I don’t want you touching me.”
“Maybe,” he agreed. “So tell me to stop.”
It wasn’t just the scent of him that made her oh so aware of being a woman. It was also the seduction in his voice. He was speaking softly, so no one but her could hear him, and the rough gentleness made shivers dance down her spine.
He moved his hand so he could stroke her cheekbone. Julia stood there, mesmerised.
He captured her gaze, as if she were the only woman on the face of the planet. Despite her best intentions to prove him wrong, she dropped her hands to her sides.
“Shall I keep going, Julia?” He imprisoned her chin. “Or have I offended your feminist sensibilities with my boldness?”
None of the men she’d been with had evoked this kind of response from her. She’d had sex before—plenty of it—but she’d never been this aroused from something so simple. They’d been focused on their pleasure, rather than hers. Most of her boyfriends had performed the requisite foreplay, including eating her out, but none had taken this much time talking, looking, exploring.
“You’re beautiful, Julia. I’d love to see you naked, helpless, supplicant, on your knees with your mouth open to receive my cock.”
“I’ve told you that will never happen.” But… God. Her protests sounded hollow, even to herself. In truth, his words overwhelmed her, made her tremble. He wasn’t really saying these things to her, was he? She’d never enjoyed giving head, so she’d avoided it whenever possible. But heaven help her, she was so turned on.
“I’m not insulting you. I’m encouraging you to embrace all of who you are. There’s no shame in being a submissive. In fact, it’s very powerful. You’re always in the driver’s seat. You always have the control.”
Her heart beat madly. He couldn’t possibly be right.
“You want it, too. Admit it.”
His touch, commanding and compelling, felt as if it were everywhere at once. He ran his fingers across her nape, then pressed his palms against her back to draw her closer. He followed through on his earlier promise and dug his hand into her hair. She heard a series of soft clinks as pins dropped to the hardwood floor. Since her hair was such a riotous mess, she generally kept it pinned back or in a ponytail. But now, unconfined, it fell over her shoulders.
Being unconstrained this way made her feel slightly wanton, and she leaned closer to him.
“This will be consensual. Tomorrow, there will be no doubt you were a full participant in whatever happens tonight. Do you understand?”
Excitement drugged her. She felt his forceful grip on her hair. Shockingly, the pain only added to the bombardment on her senses. She wanted more.
“Ask me, Julia. Ask me to kiss you, to squeeze your nipples, to bring you off right here in the sunroom where anyone can see you surrender to me.”
His words stunned her. She blinked, then stared at him.
“Ask me,” he repeated. “Or tell me to release you.”
Summary of Over the Line
He can’t say he wasn’t warned…
From the moment he’s cautioned to avoid the submissive who snares his attention, Dom Michael Dayton is intrigued. With her tight dress, flowing hair and honest dialogue, what could be more perfect than a few hours together?
Sydney Wallace fears only one thing—being tied down. She lives for adventure and fun, including the occasional BDSM party. By always scening with different Doms, she avoids emotional entanglements that might complicate her life. A man who owns a ranch and has roots deep into the soil is definitely not the kind of Dom she wants to play with.
Sydney has never met anyone as complex as Master Michael Dayton. From the moment he issues his first command, she knows he’s different. He watches her reactions, sees what she wants, and unselfishly gives her what she needs. Getting involved with a man like him would be the biggest risk of her life, crossing over all of lines she’s drawn to protect her way of life.
After the first night together, Michael realises he should have heeded the warning. But it may already be too late…
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of anal sex and use of sex toys. This book can be read as a standalone, but is also part of the Mastered series.
Free Excerpt from Over the Line
“I know I’m asking you go outside your comfort zone, maybe beyond what you’ve experienced before. Would you be willing to trust me for a few minutes?”
“How many is a few?” she asked suspiciously.
“Give me five minutes. After that time, if you’re not happy, I’ll give you an ass blistering you’ll never forget.”
Her ass tightened at his words. The first part of his sentence had been kind, the second part clipped. The way he used his voice made her react in a visceral way.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” she said, proud of the fact.
“And I’ll have a little more respect. You’re not going to be punished for your lack of good manners… At least not right now. I don’t know the extent of your training, and some couples don’t follow protocols. But I’ve corrected you a couple of times already. And you’ve continued to leave Sir out of your sentences, and you are not addressing me as Master Michael. Perhaps no one’s demanded good behaviour from you before, or maybe you’re intentionally being a brat, I don’t know. But if we continue on from here, you will comply with my requirements. We can talk about anything that makes you uncomfortable. Do you understand?”
In an underwater competition, she’d gone without breathing for almost three minutes, so surely she could get through this negotiation. “Yes, Sir,” she said.
He spanked her right buttock hard.
She sucked a breath between her teeth. So, so much better.
“Did I get your attention?” he asked as he rubbed the tender spot.
“Yes, Sir,” she said. “Thank you.”
“That’s better.” He grabbed her ass cheeks like he had earlier and squeezed again.
She surrendered to the exquisite pain, letting her body go limp.
“Now, Sydney, I’m going to play with you the way I like to play with submissives. I want to ensure you get off, but this is about what I want, too.”
“Of course, Sir.” Was that the difference between him and other Doms she’d played with? From the beginning, he wanted it to be a mutually rewarding experience, not about either of them in particular. Some guys seemed all about their own kink. Others seemed so intent on being sure she enjoyed it that things felt mechanical, rote.
He held her around the waist and pressed his body against hers, forcing her into the fence. Denim scratched her skin, and his cock angled suggestively between her cheeks. He rocked his hips, and she moved with him in a dance as primitive as the universal heartbeat.
“You’re getting hot for me, Sydney.”
Her senses were overwhelmed. “Yes, Sir.”
“I like that.” He moved back a bit to touch her cunt before sliding his fingers over her hot folds, teasing and arousing. He pressed a thumb against her anal whorl. The fact that she couldn’t close her legs made escape impossible. She wriggled, trying to coax him into giving her more.
Master Michael stroked her clit, making her rise onto her toes as much as the restraints allowed. “Oh, Master Michael…”
“That’s enough,” he said, pulling away entirely.
With a sharp smack to her pussy, he cut off her protest.
The pain heightened her desire. She was lost in a delirium of want, desperate to come.
“You’re a very sexy woman, Sydney.” He kept his fingers pressed to the small of her back.
Before she could reply, he spanked her repeatedly, and hard.
This, this was what she needed.
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