By Renee Rose
Hello! Thank you so much for having me today.
I’ve always loved the intrigue of dangerous men. Something about the relationship not being entirely safe adds to the fire of a Dominant/submissive romance. In Mob Mistress, Lexi Tyler, a hair stylist in a financial crisis, gets involved with mobster Bobby Manghini against her better judgement. He offers her a luxurious place to stay and spending cash in exchange for being available to him and at his beck and call.
It’s a good deal, but she’s still not entirely sure about just how dangerous Bobby might be. In this excerpt, he asks for her landlord’s name and she’s hesitant, in case he plans to kill him:
He kissed Lexi, cupping the back of her head to hold her in place. She responded, her lips soft and supple. When they pulled apart he settled beside her, stroking his hand up and down the curve of her hip. “So, are you in some kind of trouble?”
She went still. “What do you mean?”
“I get the feeling you wouldn’t normally do something like this. Gina introduced us for a reason. I’m hoping it’s not because you’re an informer.” He grinned when her eyes rounded and she shook her head. “You need something from me. What is it?”
She opened her mouth but no words came out.
“Is it money? Are you running from someone? Do you need protection?”
She drew in a shaky breath. “No, not at all.”
He shook his head. “Don’t ever lie to me, Lexi. It irritates me.”
She blinked with wide eyes, but did not speak.
He prompted, “Try it again.”
Tears formed and he watched her struggle to keep them back. “I got evicted today,” she admitted, not quite meeting his eye.
He nodded, unsurprised. He knew something had to be going on, because she was definitely not your usual bar floozy out to sink her claws into a rich guy. She seemed like a smart, normal girl who had never done anything like this in her life. Which added to her appeal. “Is your stuff still there, at your apartment?”
He got up and fished his phone out of his trouser pocket on the floor. “What is the address?” he asked, his thumb poised over the keypad.
She lifted her eyebrows. “Why?”
“Because, I’m going to get it back for you,” he answered impatiently, then raised his eyebrows to prompt her.
“3650 E. Walnut, #254.”
“Landlord’s name and number?”
“Darrell Jones. I’ll get his number,” she said, rolling out of bed and padding back into the living room. When she returned with her phone, she looked nervous. “What are you going to do to him?”
He laughed. “What do you want me to do to him?”
“Nothing…I mean —”
He chuckled again. “I was just thinking along the lines of paying him enough to open up the place and let me move your stuff out.”
“Oh,” she said, looking embarrassed. “Sorry. I just…don’t know how all this works.”
“I’m just an ordinary guy, Lex. I work in real estate and new construction. I use family contacts to make deals, and I’m not above bending the law a bit to avoid paying Uncle Sam more than his fair share, but I’m not a criminal.”
Her face flushed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Come here,” he said, tugging her hand so she crawled back up on the bed with him. He kissed her. “I’m not offended. I think you’re cute.”
Mob Mistress blurb
When hair stylist Lexi Tyler finds herself evicted from her apartment, her best friend sets her up with the mobster Bobby Manghini, knowing he likes to play sugar daddy. He offers her a luxury apartment overlooking the city and spending cash every time he sees her, but one thing is clear: he is the bossman.
Lexi soon discovers Bobby backs up his rules with firm, over the knee discipline, but he also takes responsibility for all her problems, giving her more support than she ever dreamed of having from a man
Mobster Bobby Manghini likes to be the man in control, particularly with women, which is why he prefers a mistress for sex, even though he’s no longer married. When he strikes a deal with Lexi to be at his beck and call, he finds in her the full package — a hot, intelligent woman who is turned on by his dominance and willing to submit to his punishment. But when she finds out he doesn’t have a wife, she is hurt by the deception and severs all ties.
Can he prove to her their relationship meant more than a business arrangement? Or will he lose the one woman willing to give him everything he ever desired?
Renee Rose is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink, namely: spanking. She also writes BDSM under the name Darling Adams.
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Today we’re thrilled to welcome Tonya Kinzer and her newest release, Dreams Do Come True, Book One in her new lesbian romance series, Through His Lens. Don’t forget to scroll to the end for Tonya’s fabulous giveaways!
Sandi’s career has taken off as a model and she loves her photographer…just not the way he wished she did. The men of her past abused her one too many times and the one woman in her life is being treated the same way. Can she get Kiera away from her abusive relationship and show her what true love really is? The two of them have been roommates for two years where Sandi has been forced to comfort her each time she’s been abused. Determined to put a stop to the abuse, Sandi has to show Kiera a new relationship already exists for her.
Once they got into the elevator, Sandi pressed Kiera against the back wall, her tongue sweeping Kiera’s mouth as she sucked away every breath she had. Kiera laced her fingers behind Sandi’s nape, pulling her in for a deeper kiss. A moan slipped from Kiera’s throat before letting go of the fist of hair she held. Out of breath, Kiera stared into sultry hazel green eyes. “Damnit, woman…you make me wet.”
“Good, then I’m getting my message through.” Sandi trailed her hand down Kiera’s back to cup her ass and squeeze. “I can’t wait to lick you dry, slut.”
“Only for you, mistress!” Kiera unlocked the door and Sandi closed it behind them and turned the deadbolt. Kiera leaned against the kitchen doorway and watched Sandi drop her purse on the counter and grab two champagne flutes, and fill an ice bucket.
Sandi looked back at Kiera. “You’re not naked yet.”
“I can’t take my eyes off of your sexy body. Come on, let’s get the bedroom set up. I’ve got plans for you.” Kiera slapped her ass as Sandi passed in front of her.
Sandi set the ice bucket on the night stand along with the glasses. She reached for the champagne, twisted it down into the ice and turned toward Kiera, sucking in her lower lip as her gaze moved over Kiera’s body. Kiera could easily see that Sandi had also had too much to drink as she envisioned Sandi naked, her full rounded breasts with their hard dark rose nipples.
Finally Sandi took in a deep breath. “Turn around so I can unzip your dress.”
“Only if I unzip yours first. You turn around.” Sandi did and Kiera took her time moving the zipper lower until it reached her ass. Pushing the dress from her shoulders, it pooled at Sandi’s feet. “Leave it.” Kiera unhooked her bra, let it drop and hugged her lover from behind, one hand cupping a breast and the other slipped inside her thong to tickle the slight patch of pubic hair.
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For Throwback Thursday, guest Lynda Bailey has joined us with a taste of her first indie-pubbed book – you will love this!
Spirited repo owner Rory Dawson agrees to be what she isn’t in order to save her father from a prison sentence. Now Pop is safe, but is her heart?
Handsome banker Kane Williams has made a deal with a most provocative devil in hopes of securing a coveted promotion. All his life Kane has endeavored to be the best, to erase the failure of his father. Will years of work be forfeited for a woman, albeit the sexiest one he’s ever known?
From opposite sides of the tracks, Rory and Kane forge an unlikely friendship. Soon, that friendship becomes a steamy relationship. Through trial and pain, they battle to have the love of a lifetime.
Her eyes slammed shut and she banged her head against the wall. “Damn it.” She looked at him, her expression guilty instead of angry. “I was so nervous about tonight and meeting your friends, I didn’t pay attention to anything you said.” Her wide eyes knocked down most of his ire. She bit the corner of her lip. “Sorry.”
Kane straightened, his gaze fastened to her mouth as her teeth released the fleshy lower lip. He suppressed his growl on a cough. “It doesn’t matter. We should leave. It was wrong to put you in this situation tonight after everything you’ve gone through in the past twenty-four hours.” From the corner of his eye, he saw two assistant managers from the downtown office pass by, staring. He edged Rory closer to the wall to shield her. “We’ll say you’re not feeling well and go.”
She placed a hand on his arm. “How will that work? Both Morgan and Bridget know I’m feeling just fine.”
Damn it. She was right. He massaged the tight muscles in his neck, trying to figure a way out of the evening.
Her hand squeezed. “We’ll stay. I promise to stay by your side and be the best fake girlfriend ever. No one will suspect anything. In fact…” Her gaze slid over to the managers who were still ogling them. “I think it’s show time.”
Before he could react, Rory wrapped both hands around his neck and pulled him to her waiting lips. Her tongue made an immediate foray into his mouth and his world zeroed down to nothing. No restaurant. No bank people. Nothing.
He tilted her head up with his knuckle while his thumb stroked her cheek, his tongue sparring with hers. He needed his other hand propped on the wall for support.
To a casual observer, the kiss probably didn’t seem all that intense. What a lie.
Small sounds, only he could hear, emanated from deep in her throat as her body quivered close to his. He thought again about leaving, now for a very different reason.
She broke the kiss and her eyes, bright and iridescent skewed him. “We should get back to your friends.”
In reluctant moves, he shifted back to give her room to move. Her hand squeezed his arm. “If you want to continue this later, you’ll know where I’ll be. In your bedroom.”
His thoughts on that, he followed behind her to the group.
“Whew, what a read! The chemistry between Rory and Kane jumps off the pages, but it should come to no surprise that nothing about their relationship is easy. Even up until the very end I wondered what their resolution would consist of, something I highly enjoyed.” Samantha J.
“There was everything I look for in a book, it made me laugh, at times shed a tear or two, and had the right amount of drama and angst. There were twists and turns in the story that kept you wondering where Rory and Kane would end up. The ending was simply beautiful and was a wonderful way of wrapping up their story. It will make you smile and possibly even shed a tear. A job well done by Ms. Bailey!” Jennifer S.
I’ve always loved stories, especially romances. For me the only thing better than reading a romance is writing one. That and drinking red wine while eating dark chocolate.
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