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Stone Hard Seals

He was handsome and tall. Strong. A hero. His voice rumbled in a seductive, gravelly purr. He was perfect.

She’d never felt desire like this. Not for any other man. Ever.

Last summer, Hot Alpha SEALs took the book world by storm, getting rave reviews for this collection of scorching military romances, and earning spots on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists.

Ryder’s story was such a hit, readers asked to read Drake’s story as well. Here, now, for the first time, are BOTH adventures!

The duet (a full length novel) will retail for $2.99, but I wanted to offer it at a discounted price of 99¢ during preorder for those of you who have read Ryder’s story and have been waiting so patiently for Drake. This is a great deal as well for your friends who missed the Hot Alpha SEALs Collection and are new to this exciting read.

Enter the Stone Hard SEALs Tiara Giveaway here: http://sabrinayork.com/?p=2348

STONE HARD SEALS

A Duet of Steamy SEAL romance by NYT and USA Today Bestselling author Sabrina York

Book One: Ryder

A hostage rescue mission turns Ryder “Stone” Maddox’s world on its ear when he comes face-to-face with his greatest fear: A woman he cannot resist. But he has to resist Lily Wilson. He’s vowed never to fall in love. Besides, as the daughter of a senator, she is definitely off-limits. Lily sees things differently. Irresistibly drawn to this hot, hard SEAL, she is determined to prove they belong together…and that her man does not have a heart of stone. (Originally published in the NYT and USA Today Bestselling Hot Alpha SEALs collection)

Book Two: Drake

Drake Ronan is all man—a rock hard SEAL who doesn’t need help from anyone. Doesn’t need anyone. But when he’s shot during a dangerous rescue mission, and has to rely on a beautiful nurse to survive, he realizes he has to rethink his resolution. Suddenly he can’t imagine his life without Brandy in it. It’s a damn shame she has a secret that could ruin everything.

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Stone Hard Seals

Seoul Spankings…Cabbage is Sexy

Seoul Spankings Promo
Cabbage IS Sexy!

Two years ago when Kate suggested I write a book for the 1Night Stand series, I wanted to set the story in Seoul, South Korea. I’d written Desire in Any Language about a college graduate who studies abroad in Korea, and readers loved the setting.

So when it came time to plan this one-night love affair in the land of Samsung, Mash, and K-pop, I sat down with Kate to work out the details. You see, there are strict rules in writing for this series, and #EvilMistressKate has a heavy hand. She’s even threatened taking my wooden spoon away for misbehavior! (I still have nightmares. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night to make sure my beloved spoon is still with me.)

The first problem occurred with the use of “Madame” in Madame Eve’s name. In Korean context, “Madame” sounded unnatural and perhaps disrespectful. “She’s Madame Eve,” Kate replied, and I mulled over the problem for months until a brainwave hit. Of course! By attaching the honorific “-nim” at the end of Madame Eve’s title, I could indicate respect and stay true to Madame Eve’s character. Madame Eve became Madame Eve-nim, and poor confused Indigo wondered why Madame was named after the evening.

The second problem, however, was more serious. I originally chose Seoul Searching for my title. After discussing with readers and playing around with various titles, I hit upon a great, fun title:

Kimchi with a Side of Spanking

Fun, sassy, and indicative of kimchi’s central place in the story. Hyunkyung feeds Indigo the spicy, fermented cabbage, and the food symbolizes the new world offered. Kimchi made for a great title! I loved it! It was brilliant!

“No,” said #EvilMistressKate.

“But…” My chin quivered. A tear may have fallen. I’d already had to conduct a memorial service after my evil editor slashed one of my favorite lines. I had to give up the title, too?

“No,” replied the inexorable #EvilMistressKate. “There is nothing sexy about cabbage.”

The book turned into Seoul Spankings, and once I revealed the cover (by the talented Fiona Jayde), I basked in praise for the artwork. I couldn’t help teasing Kate.

“And you said cabbage wasn’t sexy!”

Kate’s reply?

“That ain’t no cabbage on the cover!”

Maybe. Smart people don’t argue with Our Lady of Kate. (Don’t take my spoon away. Please.)

I humbly submit for your consideration a small excerpt from Seoul Spankings in which cabbage IS sexy. If you agree, please tell Kate. But let me run to safety first.

“Ah,” she [Hyunkyung] said, and she cupped her left hand underneath the piece of kimchi wrapped around a bit of meat.
Ah must be a command to open my mouth. How else could she use that order? Stop it, Indi!
I wrinkled my nose but obeyed, and she placed the salty-sour package onto my tongue. I expected to wince at the sharp, acidic spice, but grilling had softened the kimchi into pleasant warmth. Paired with fresh meat, it offered the perfect combination. Without thinking, I swallowed and opened my mouth for another taste.
Hyunkyung laughed when she saw it. “No more turning your nose up at good food,” she said with satisfaction.
Spank.
Yum.
Swat.
Delicious.

Blurb
Broken-hearted when her live-in boyfriend impregnates her best frenemy, Indigo Adams accepts a one-way ticket to Seoul, South Korea, and a challenge from her Great-Aunt Matilda: Forget that boy. Go and make something of yourself.
Bruised from an international public relations nightmare as the new heir to the multi-billion-dollar Han Incorporated, Hyunkyung Han seeks positive publicity in the form of a wedding. She consults with Madame Eve to find a nice, well-behaved Korean American with bilingual and bicultural skills.
Instead, Madame Eve sends Indi, a naïve philosophy major graduate working for minimum wage at the local pub. Enraged to find Indi can’t speak one word of Korean, Hyunkyung orders her sent home on the next plane to Spillville, Iowa.
Then Hyunkyung shakes Indi’s hand, and the sparks fly. With all of her professional responsibilities, how can Hyunkyung allow herself to fall for the wrong woman? How can Indi feel attraction for a woman who despises her?
Seoul Spankings offers a light-hearted romp through the perils and joys of navigating an intercultural romance. Certain to delight all fans of a happily ever after with a kinky twist.

Author Bio
Cookie queen, wooden spoon lady, and champion of carbs, Anastasia Vitsky specializes in F/F fiction. She hates shoes and is allergic to leather. When not writing about women who live spankily ever after, she coordinates reader and author events such as Spank or Treat, Love Spanks, and Sci Spanks. Her favorite event is Ana’s Advent Calendar, a month-long celebration of books, community, and making a difference.
She is too afraid to watch Doctor. Who, but she adores The Good Wife and anything with Audrey Hepburn. In her next life, she will learn how to make the perfect pie crust. She can be found at governingana.wordpress.com and on twitter @AnastasiaVitsky.
While she welcomes correspondence from readers, she is promised to her spoon.

Printable Book List: https://governingana.files.wordpress.com/2013/12/printable-book-list-for-anastasia-vitsky.pdf

Buy Links
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Saturday Spankings – Terci’s Dream

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Blurb: Terci’s success as a BDSM romance author is not mirrored in her relationships. Maybe what she wants is what she writes. And maybe Madame Eve can give her a night to find out if that’s true with the Domme of her dreams.

Author Mariana Martin, aka Mistress K, has received a 1Night Stand as a gift from her agent, but she fears a convention might not be the best place to play. She keeps her life as a Domme separate from her public career. What if her secret is exposed? But she can’t say no to Terci, even if Mariana can’t let the sexy blonde find out who she really is.

Excerpt:Terci tried to still herself, but when her panties were drawn down to her knees and the hard edge of Mistress’s hand began to work over her bare skin, it became impossible. Hot pain peppered her buttocks and thighs. Then, nothing.
While she drew short gasping gulps of air, Mistress held a hairbrush under her nose. “I think this may help you remember your promises.” The wide wooden back of the brush loomed menacingly before it disappeared and a forearm rested on her back. She’d have to be held in place, or she’d be sure to cause herself harm under the pain of the hairbrush. Mistress only used it in punishment spankings and would show no mercy.

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5.0 out of 5 stars A fairy tale for authors March 19, 2015
By Anastasia Vitsky
Kate Richards has a talent for infuriating her readers. I say “talent” because this speaks to her ability to make readers care about her characters, become invested, and scowl when these beloved characters do not get the ending we want. In this case, the denouement is too quick and we are left wanting more.

As to the story itself, Richards brings her classic sense of humor (who else would open a romance with a discussion of re-attaching a severed toe?) and combines it with a rich interplay of fantasy, fairy tale, and dreams come true. Wouldn’t we all like to be Terci Angel, rising star in our profession and hand-picked for mentorship by our idol? Mariana, as the mysterious Mistress K, is a dream come true of a nurturing, humble, and selfless disciplinarian. Through her eyes, we see Terci as “the little author” who deserves the best, and we cheer (perhaps with some envy) when she receives it.

Two highlights of this story include the bathtub scene and the dream sequence. I can’t say more without spoiling the story, but they are moments to savor. Richards is past mistress (pun intended) at her craft, and she combines humor and soul with technical proficiency–to great effect. As to my favorite humorous moments, look for references to “crap on a cracker” and “Marco Polo.”

A special nod to Phil, the hapless would-be agent who steals every scene he’s in. Phil deserves a story of his own, with perhaps a Mistress K to guide him in his quest for professional achievement.

Terci in Chains is a treat to be savored by any fan of kink, F/F, and/or exquisite writing.

3/18/16 by Steven

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Book List:
Also by Kate Richards
Finally, My Love
Demons Love Cinnamon
Christmas Afternoon Delight
The Vampire’s Bard
Pirate Lady Holiday
Spanking Ms. Whitman
Dungeon Time
Switch, The Trainer
Confessions From the Carnivore Club, Dave and Nancy’s Story
Sierra Seduction
Sensual Delights A Cookie Club Romance
The Duchess’s Handmaiden (Coming Soon)

Stories published at Decadent Publishing
One Night on the Beach
Avalon for Christmas
The Virgin and the Playboy
The Virgin and the Best Man
Two Men and a Virgin
Two Men
Virgin Under Ground
Gale Force Passion
Trail of Hearts
The Milkman Cometh
Madame Eve’s Gift
Frontier Inferno
Lily in Chains
An Apple Away
The One That Almost Got Away (Coming Soon)
Agent in Chains (Coming Soon)

At Beachwalk Press
It’s Just Love

At Blushing Books
Kimmy, Love’s Reprise Anthology
For Ben – Corbin’s Bend Series
Educating Marguerite

From Champagne Books:
Honey Does

From Fated Desires:
Haunting Suspicions
All’s Fair (Coming Soon)

Terci in Chains…

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Blurb: Terci’s success as a BDSM romance author is not mirrored in her relationships. Maybe what she wants is what she writes. And maybe Madame Eve can give her a night to find out if that’s true with the Domme of her dreams.

Author Mariana Martin, aka Mistress K, has received a 1Night Stand as a gift from her agent, but she fears a convention might not be the best place to play. She keeps her life as a Domme separate from her public career. What if her secret is exposed? But she can’t say no to Terci, even if Mariana can’t let the sexy blonde find out who she really is.

Excerpt: To my lovely companion for the evening,
I have one simple request…before I enter, don this blindfold and await my pleasure. And yours.
Mistress K

Terci read it again, aloud, but the words didn’t change. Mistress K, here, at the hotel. In Canada? Didn’t she live in the US somewhere? But she could live in Ottawa or Timbuktu for all the information she’d offered. The woman protected her privacy with vehemence, making it clear from their first conversation that if Terci pushed for personal information, she’d never speak with her again.
Terci had never been so reticent. She’d not only asked questions about the lifestyle, but, during some of their late-night, online chats, she’d shared her own fantasies in great detail. Arching her back, she recalled some of the things she’d told a woman she thought she’d never meet.
And now she’d meet her blindfolded, unable to see her!
A soft click filtered in from the living room, and she shot upright, hands gripping the tub’s rounded edges, foam dripping from her shoulders. Another click—the door closing?—and someone moved across the tile foyer. Then a hush. Her heart thudded. Mistress K?

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5.0 out of 5 stars A fairy tale for authors March 19, 2015
By Anastasia Vitsky
Kate Richards has a talent for infuriating her readers. I say “talent” because this speaks to her ability to make readers care about her characters, become invested, and scowl when these beloved characters do not get the ending we want. In this case, the denouement is too quick and we are left wanting more.

As to the story itself, Richards brings her classic sense of humor (who else would open a romance with a discussion of re-attaching a severed toe?) and combines it with a rich interplay of fantasy, fairy tale, and dreams come true. Wouldn’t we all like to be Terci Angel, rising star in our profession and hand-picked for mentorship by our idol? Mariana, as the mysterious Mistress K, is a dream come true of a nurturing, humble, and selfless disciplinarian. Through her eyes, we see Terci as “the little author” who deserves the best, and we cheer (perhaps with some envy) when she receives it.

Two highlights of this story include the bathtub scene and the dream sequence. I can’t say more without spoiling the story, but they are moments to savor. Richards is past mistress (pun intended) at her craft, and she combines humor and soul with technical proficiency–to great effect. As to my favorite humorous moments, look for references to “crap on a cracker” and “Marco Polo.”

A special nod to Phil, the hapless would-be agent who steals every scene he’s in. Phil deserves a story of his own, with perhaps a Mistress K to guide him in his quest for professional achievement.

Terci in Chains is a treat to be savored by any fan of kink, F/F, and/or exquisite writing.

3/18/16 by Steven

Facebook Fan Page http://on.fb.me/14Vqx48
Kate Richards Author FB: http://on.fb.me/1nfjxKy
Goodreads Page http://bit.ly/19yVcWh
Twitter http://bit.ly/17AeWeM

Book List:
Also by Kate Richards
Finally, My Love
Demons Love Cinnamon
Christmas Afternoon Delight
The Vampire’s Bard
Pirate Lady Holiday
Spanking Ms. Whitman
Dungeon Time
Switch, The Trainer
Confessions From the Carnivore Club, Dave and Nancy’s Story
Sierra Seduction
Sensual Delights A Cookie Club Romance
The Duchess’s Handmaiden (Coming Soon)

Stories published at Decadent Publishing
One Night on the Beach
Avalon for Christmas
The Virgin and the Playboy
The Virgin and the Best Man
Two Men and a Virgin
Two Men
Virgin Under Ground
Gale Force Passion
Trail of Hearts
The Milkman Cometh
Madame Eve’s Gift
Frontier Inferno
Lily in Chains
An Apple Away
The One That Almost Got Away (Coming Soon)
Agent in Chains (Coming Soon)

At Beachwalk Press
It’s Just Love

At Blushing Books
Kimmy, Love’s Reprise Anthology
For Ben – Corbin’s Bend Series
Educating Marguerite

From Champagne Books:
Honey Does

From Fated Desires:
Haunting Suspicions
All’s Fair (Coming Soon)

Haunting Suspicions is live!

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As host of the reality TV show Not on My Watch, Alden strong has arrived in Goldland, Nevada to debunk the ghostly activities led by the full-body apparition of the mysterious Indigo Princess.
Orlena Estelle is a member of the Goldland Pack, a cougar shifter, school teacher, and unwilling conspirator in the hauntings. But without the tourists who come every full moon to be spooked and spend money, the town will sink back into poverty and the school will close, sending the children far off on a bus over dangerous roads every day.
Goldland is a town with a lot to hide and Alden is a man who loves to uncover secrets. But a beautiful schoolmarm with an enticing bustle can be a big distraction. As long as he doesn’t have unprotected sex with a shifter during the twenty-four hours before the full moon, there shouldn’t be any problems. But when a step into the past catches them both off guard…well, maybe Orlena should come with a warning label.

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Razor! by Jon Keys

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When the world crashes down around your ears, sometimes all you can do is punt and hope for the best. That’s exactly what James and Micah decide to do when one of them is diagnosed with cancer, and the other discovers a serious heart defect. When the doctor tells them to start working on their bucket lists, the two take a trip in an effort to create some good memories, and forget the ugly truths, while they focus on their time in each other’s arms.

Their vacation turns into much more than they anticipated when they find themselves drawn to a club like sailors to a siren. Several sexy waiters, some unforgettable lap dances, and one whip-wielding stud later, they stumble upon the answer to their prayers. Their sex is wild again, and the pair find themselves living for tomorrow. But with every answer comes questions, and Micah’s search for more may destroy them both.

Excerpt:

Micah made the landing and stood watching James ascend. A few seconds later, he reached the top and looked around. They found themselves outside a door almost as dark as the night, set into a wall of Cimmerian brick that disappeared into the gloom on either side. The doorman standing beside it was equally striking. He stood taller than James’s six feet, and wore only a black leather kilt and heavy boots that seemed to consume the lower part of his muscular legs. No one would dare challenge the man. His torso rippled in ways James had never seen before. His face was rugged, covered with a few days’ scruff trimmed precisely along his jawline. Before he could think of what they should do, the doorman spoke.

“Welcome to Razor. What’s your pleasure tonight?”

James stood speechless as the deep bass of the man’s voice resonated through the night. “The music. The music is wonderful. We caught it from a few blocks off and wanted to hear more.”

A smile emerged on the man’s face and changed him from executioner to guardian. “Of course, the music. You’ve found the right place. Just in time, too. Tonight is drawing to a close.”

He grasped the bronze door pull that was easily as long and thick as James’s forearm and opened the massive door with little apparent effort. He motioned them into the portal with a wave. “Go. Enjoy yourself.”

The pair moved toward the opening and peered inside. The room was dim, except for an empty stage bathed in warm light. James noticed the musical trio creating the instrumentals that had lured them through the foggy night. They glanced back to the grinning bouncer who encouraged them forward with a nod.

They stepped into the room and paused to take it in. From the elaborately carved dark mahogany bar lined with every imaginable type of liqueur, to the lovingly worn floor that had seen thousands of pairs of feet during its existence, it was all club. The couple moved inside as the door closed behind them with scarcely a whisper.

As they studied the room, two things struck James. First, they were the only customers. Second, everyone else in the room wore very little and were male. Their smiling waiter stepped to their table. James swallowed hard as he looked at the man standing before him. He dressed in the same boots as the bouncer, which were buckled to just below his knees. The remainder of the waiter’s clothing consisted of a black leather jockstrap filled to capacity.

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Expecting Surrender by Trent Evans

Expecting SurrenderThank you for having me over to your blog today, Kate!

My newest erotic romance, Expecting Surrender, is finally complete and published. I asked Kate if she’d be willing to let me post about it on her blog and she was kind enough to say yes

This book is something I haven’t seen much of, which is an exploration of how a married couple navigate their increasingly intense D/s dynamic with the joys — and difficulties — of pregnancy. I hope you’ll have a look at it;)

Read on for the description, excerpt and buy links. Thanks again, Kate!

Product Description,

They’d called it The Game. An intriguing truth or dare, a little spice to an already hot sexual chemistry between two married professionals. But what started as a mere game evolved into something so much more, a dark, exciting adventure into serious power exchange. It soon became the center of their lives, the beating, lust-fueled heart of their sexual relationship.

It was an exploration of pleasure, of pain, of elemental desire. A married couple diving deep into the waters of Dominance and submission. Like forbidden fruit, The Game had opened their eyes to the primal drives, the animal lusts lurking within each of them — and they knew they’d never be the same again.

Then came the day she’d received the surprise news… in the form of a positive pregnancy test.

Now Keihl and Kirsten, deeply in love, facing a profound, joyful change in their lives, must contemplate the prospect of putting aside The Game, just when things are really heating up. After all, pregnancy and BDSM are utterly incompatible. Right?

Or was there a way to have both? Perhaps Kirsten’s pregnancy might open up an entirely new world to them within the alluring, lust-drenched context of a loving, yet strict, Dominance and submission dynamic? Perhaps the pregnancy might change them both in ways neither of them yet understand?

Two lovers will discover if Dominance and submission, if pain and pleasure, and finding the real people they are inside is indeed still possible, now that a baby is on the way…

Publisher’s Warning: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only!

This is a contemporary MF BDSM erotic romance. The novel contains the following themes: explicit sexuality, pervasive D/s, exhibitionism, spanking, bondage, and other BDSM activities. If such content might offend you, please do not purchase this book.

Word count: 134,520 words.
Page Count: 470 pages

Excerpt

“Jesus Christ,” Keihl breathed, his eyes wide.
Kirsten strolled around the table to stand next to her husband. His eyes followed her as if his head were on a swivel.
“What — what are you up to?” He reached out for her, and she grasped his wrist. She moved his hand under the brief black robe she’d changed into, the long, lithe legs he so admired fully exposed to his gaze. The hem barely covered her ass, and as his fingers explored beneath it, his eyes registered the heated surprise of finding she hadn’t a stitch on underneath it.
“I need you to tell me.”
“Tell you what?” His eyes rose to hers.
“If you’ll do it. I need to know before I go any further.”
A flash of something flickered through his gaze, and she feared it might all be ruined. Killed before it could ever begin.
“Sit down.” He indicated the chair next to him with a slight movement of his head.
“Answer me, Keihl. Please.”
If he said what she knew he was about to say, she would die. Just die. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way! But she’d seen it. The doubt. The uncertainty. She knew her husband well, and that look, that hint of the clever mind that whirled behind those bewitching eyes, spoke volumes. He was going to back out.
“If you want my answer, you’ll sit down,” he said, his voice rougher. “Come on, sit.”
She fought the tears that wanted to form behind her eyes. She shrugged, her shoulders heavy, and sank to her seat.
“I’ll do it.”
“Look, maybe this was all a mist—” Her mouth gaped, and she felt her heart squeeze to a halt. “What?”
“I said, I’ll do it, Kirsten.” His mouth was a thin line, but his eyes blazed, boring into her with the powers of acute observation she knew served him well in the courtroom.
Mostly, those eyes just made her want to jump his bones.
“Oh… okay,” she whispered, her head tilted downward. “Are you … sure?”
“There’s something you need to know first.”
The other shoe. There was always something else. Just as her dream looked to be coming to life, the delicious possibilities of fantasy laying themselves out before her, the harsh sting of reality was ready to dispel it all.
“I’ve been talking to someone about … things like this.”
“You — what?”
He nodded. “Tom.”
“You’ve got to be joking. Tom? As in ‘Doctor Tom’?”
“Yes.”
“What did he tell you?” She sat back in her chair, pulling the robe closed over her blatantly displayed cleavage.
“Don’t,” Keihl said, shifting forward and grasping one of her hands in his. She clamped onto him firmly, eager for his touch, even though her subconscious was registering the danger ahead.
“Did you tell him about—” she swallowed, looking away “—this?”
“No, never,” Keihl said, his jaw clenching.
The vehemence with which he said it gave her some small reassurance. The thought of Keihl and Tom talking about what The Game had been evolving into made her feel — awkward.
Aren’t you looking for ‘hot fucking pissed’?
But she knew that wouldn’t quite be the truth though. It should be, but it wasn’t. She’d always liked Tom and Sharon, though she wondered why Keihl didn’t express interest in the four of them doing much together as couples. She’d guessed it was simply a matter of Keihl needing friends that were separate from them. Neutral ground. Like Joely was for her.
Now, she wasn’t so sure there wasn’t something else to it.
“He wanted me to tell you about him and—”
“What did you tell him?”
Keihl frowned at her, his eyes darkening. That look always elicited equal parts irritation and arousal in her. It was different, now. There was a heated weight to that gaze. As if it were a signal of something ahead.
Consequences?
“I already told you — nothing. Don’t interrupt me, Kirsten. We need to talk about this. It’s important.”
She closed her mouth on the retort trying to claw its way out.
Stop with trying to prove your feminist bona fides, Kirsten.
That tone made her pussy tingle. It was as if he were speaking to a little girl. A disobedient little girl. She felt like such a slut, thinking about sex at that particular moment. But the whole conversation revolved around sex, and she couldn’t help herself.
“He and Sharon.” He rubbed at his chin, long fingers tracing his strong jaw. “They live a lifestyle — similar to what you said you were interested in.”
Kirsten felt her heart skip a beat and excited butterflies begin their frantic fluttering in her belly. “Okay. Why are you telling me this?”
“Because, some of what they do.” He looked away for the first time. “I’m not sure I could do. To you.”
She swallowed, elation and nervousness warring within her. How was it possible? She put her hand to her lips, nibbling on the tip of her finger.
“With the baby and everything.” His eyes darted downward for the briefest of moments. “Maybe the time isn’t right for all this?’
“Keihl.” She sat forward, her grip on his hand tightening. “I don’t want you to worry about the baby.”
“Why not?” The note of frustration in his tone surprised her. “I can’t very well be beating your ass red with you nine months pregnant, can I?”
She inhaled sharply at the imagery his words elicited in her mind. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one harboring such thoughts.
“Well, no, you probably can’t.” It was her turn to look away, and she felt the heat at her cheeks. “I’ve been doing some — reading.”
“Reading?” His lips curved slightly.
“Yes.” She locked eyes with his, willing herself to stay calm. “As long as we aren’t too rough, we can do quite a bit, even into late stage pregnancy.”
Keihl stared at her a moment, then reached for his glass, sipping.
“Besides. You won’t even want to touch your bloated wife anyway. So this is all academic.”
He set his glass down, hard. “Stand up.”
She let go of his hand and stood, her fingers clamping the edge of the table in an effort to steady herself on trembling legs.
“Closer,” he said, spreading his knees.
She moved within the span of his legs. Her legs felt about as stable as a ladder in soft sand. The five inch heels she’d chosen as part of her outfit didn’t help in that regard either.
He stared up at her, his eyes flashing, mouth a hard line. “I don’t want to hear you say that again.”
“It’s true, isn’t it?” Her voice quavered. She remembered what Joely had told her about her own pregnancy. The thought made her blood run cold. Rejection.
“Maybe for some men. But not for me.” He pulled at the sash, and flicked the robe open, almost as if the clothing bothered him. His gaze coursed down her body, and she closed her eyes, the warm coiling beginning deep within her belly.
“This body.” He reached up and lay a hand at the base of her throat. “Is beautiful. And it will be even more beautiful when you’re swollen with our baby.”
She shook her head, at once hopeful that maybe he was telling the truth, and at the same time fearing he was just telling her what he thought she wanted to hear.
“Some men.” He shook his head, frowning. “Well, let’s just say some of them don’t know a good thing when they see it.”
His hand meandered down her body, the fingertips slipping under the edge of the robe to ease one breast fully out from behind the fabric. He ran the back of his knuckles across her nipple, once, twice. It pebbled almost instantly, his touch like electricity on her flesh.
“These,” he said, grasping the nipple firmly between thumb and finger. “They’ll turn darker, and get longer and wider.”
She bit her lower lip as he squeezed.
“They’re already long though, aren’t they?”
She averted her eyes. She’d always been embarrassed by her prominent nipples. She’d usually had a difficult time finding the right bra that would completely conceal them. Once she met her husband it had become even more difficult. Just the smell of his cologne as he brushed by would be enough to have them stand up for him.
“But in a few weeks, mmm, they’ll be even better.”
“You won’t even notice,” she mumbled. Her pulse thumped in her neck, so strong she swore even he could hear it.
“That’s what you think,” he said, moving the robe off both shoulders, letting it fall to bunch at her elbows. “I’ll keep track of all of it. I’ve been thinking about this.”
She squeezed her eyes tight as he brushed the pads of his thumbs across both erect nipples. It was just the lightest of touches, exactly the way he knew would make her fly apart. It felt as if two vibrating cords were being drawn out from the tips of her breasts when he did that.
“Sensitive are they?”
She nodded, a tiny whimper escaping her plump lips.
“Better get used to that, girl.” He flicked one of them, and she jerked at the unexpected sting. He looked back up at her, grinning. “See? I barely touched you. Poor Kirsten.”
She frowned down at him. “Now you’re just being mean.”
“Something else you’d better get used to,” he said, his grin disappearing.
A frisson of nervousness raced down her spine. She began to wonder if she might be biting off a little more than she could chew here.
His hands took both of her soft breasts, giving them a hard squeeze before they moved lower, swirling over her belly. Fingertips traced the central line of her abdomen, explored the well of the navel.
“Enjoy that while you can,” she said with a rueful quirk of her lips.
“Just a few more weeks.” He leaned forward to lay his lips against the smooth flesh of her belly.

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