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“She is beautiful but not very obedient,” Declan noted. “That is not the dress I told her to wear.”

“Hush,” she admonished. “The dress is stunning and suits her far more than anything in our style. Our styles would swallow her beautiful body. Declan, you were right about her breasts. They are delicious looking.”

The last bit was said with a slight breathless appreciation. I felt Danny tense beside me as he tried really hard not to laugh at my sudden discomfort. My mother-in-law was looking me over with a sensual smile.

“I told you,” Declan said with a lecherous grin.

Dev leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Mother swings both ways. Sorry I didn’t mention that before.”

I gave him a “what the hell” look but Miria was moving on to Daniel.

“I should be upset with your presence, Mr. Donovan,” Miria said, looking him over. “Devinshea was supposed to keep you under control until I decided if you were dangerous or not.”

Dev started to argue but Daniel stepped up to the plate.

“I assure you, Your Highness, I am perfectly harmless,” he said with more charm than I’d heard him use on any woman but me. Dev was rubbing off on my vampire. Daniel was imitating his smooth tones.

Miria looked Daniel up and down, from his Ferragamo loafers to his perfectly cropped blond hair. “I doubt that, Mr. Donovan. I think you could do some serious damage.”

I saw Padric roll his eyes and mutter, “Not again.”

“How about I promise to be a very good boy?” Daniel offered, his voice a dark seduction. I stopped myself from giggling because Danny was getting good at this.

“Please don’t,” Miria said, her lips curling up. “Where would be the fun in that?”

“Mother!” Dev said sounding completely prudish for the first time in my relationship with him.

Declan snickered beside his brother.

Miria turned her attention back to her son. “Well, Devinshea, when you bring such lovely bodies home, what do you expect? They are very exotic and look like they would be excellent bedmates. It would be rude not to admire them.”

Yes, she was definitely Declan’s mom.

“The Earth plane has changed my brother,” Declan complained. “It has turned him into a squeamish old woman. He refuses to even think about sharing Zoey with me. He pulled a gun on me just for cuddling with her.”

“I would have done worse,” Daniel growled. He looked at Declan and his fangs were long suddenly. “And I don’t need a gun.”

The rest of the room was startled and seemed to take a big step back, but Miria stood her ground. She went toe to toe with Daniel. She was definitely interested in those fangs.

She spoke to her son but her eyes were on Daniel. “Declan, you should know vampires are possessive creatures. It is impressive that Devinshea was able to forge a ménage with such a powerful creature and his companion. It makes a statement about his prowess. I am very proud of you, son. You have done well. Tell me, Mr. Donovan, do you bite my son?”

“As often as possible,” Daniel replied with no hint of self-consciousness. “I find faery blood to be quite the treat.”

“Yes,” she returned with regret. “Unfortunately, it is why I was forced to close the mounds to your kind. Your kind likes our blood, and we tend to like your bite, Mr. Donovan. I found it to be a combustible mix.”

“Please call me Daniel,” my vampire offered smoothly.

“I will,” Miria promised. “And you and your companion may refer to me as Miria or mother if you like. I am your mother-in-law. Formally, of course, for Zoey, but I completely recognize your relationship and approve. I am pleased to welcome you. You will be treated as a member of this family, Daniel.”

“Good,” Dev said between clenched teeth. “Then you can stop hitting on him. And for the record, while I feed my partner, we are not lovers beyond the fact that we share Zoey.”

Miria looked startled. “Why ever not, son? He is very attractive. I did not raise you to be so close minded. You should really…what is that human term you told me about, Declan?”

“Hit that,” Declan supplied helpfully.

“Yes, Devinshea, you should hit that,” Miria said seriously.

Daniel finally lost it and there were tears in his eyes as he laughed. He looked at Dev. “Shit, man, we should have come here earlier. This is awesome.”

Dev leaned in. “My goddess, what are the chances of the floor opening up and swallowing me whole, sending me to a blissful oblivion?”

“Not so good. Sorry.” Miria made me feel better about my dad.

“I think we should begin dinner now,” Padric said sourly, looking at Daniel with a shake of his head. He took Miria’s arm and began to lead her to the head table. Already servants were rushing to action.

Danny just couldn’t help it. “Dev, your mom’s a total cougar, man.”

I grinned as Dev blushed for the first time in…ever. “My mother is five hundred thirty-two years old. Cougar does not apply.”

“Sabertooth, then.” Daniel just had to rub it in.

Yes, it was time for dinner since we’d already put on a show.

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Unconditional: A Masters and Mercenaries Novella

Masters and Mercenaries, Book 5.5

By Lexi Blake

Coming January 28, 2014

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A curious woman

Ashley Paxon understands responsibility. After her fiancé left her alone and pregnant, she forged a new life for herself and her daughter. Moving to Dallas, she went back to school and found a job at a club called Sanctum. As one of the BDSM club’s waitresses, she watches the Doms and their submissives every night. She yearns to explore their lifestyle of discipline and power exchange, but she knows she wouldn’t belong.

A wounded man

Keith Langston believes in living in the moment. Haunted by the past, he moves from one casual relationship to the next and never looks back. But the moment he lays eyes on Ashley, something primal and possessive takes over. He can’t stop thinking about her and yet he knows he can’t offer her what she needs. Having her seems impossible until Sanctum’s owner, the mysterious Ian Taggart, makes him an offer he can’t refuse.

The perfect contract

Offered the chance to train Ashley and initiate her into the D/s lifestyle, Keith is delighted to accept. Under the guidelines of a carefully crafted contract, they lose themselves in the pleasures and intimacies of being Master and submissive. But when Ashley and her daughter are threatened, Keith realizes she needs much more than a part-time Dom. To protect her, he will have to break through the barriers of their contract and finally face the demons haunting his heart.

* * * *

“Hey, calm down. Are you afraid?” His hands changed to soothing strokes down her legs.

Afraid? Yes and no. “I’m worried you won’t like me when you realize I’m not one of those girls who can…”

“Come?”

It seemed so easy for him to say it. “Yes. I read somewhere that not every woman can.”

His hands were dangerously close to the junction of her thighs. “Turn over again. I need to see something.”

Why did they have to talk about this? She’d been so happy. He was insistent, his hands moving her. She finally rolled over. He’d been kind to her. Maybe it was for the best they get this out of the way. She’d been looking forward to the next couple of weeks of their contract, but if he was thinking she was going to be some kind of sex kitten, then he should find out the truth about her sooner rather than later.

Her skirt was around her waist. A moment ago she hadn’t minded. Hell, she hadn’t even thought about it when he was spanking her. When she’d realized that twenty or so people had watched the whole thing, she’d merely wondered if a curtsy would get her spanked again.

Now the tone changed, and she could feel all of her insecurities creeping back.

He was looking at her pussy. He was just staring at it. God, she’d never really looked at it. She wasn’t the kind of girl who looked at herself in the mirror for long periods of time, much less one who inspected her own pussy. And he could see her C-section scar, though he seemed to be avoiding that.

“You look like you have all the right parts.”

Sure she did. They just didn’t work properly. “Keith, it’s all right. You don’t have to try to prove anything to me.”

His face suddenly loomed over hers. “If you don’t stop talking, I’m going to put a ball gag in your mouth.”

She almost protested and then thought better of it. He’d made good on all of his promises up until now. She was pretty sure if there was ever a place to randomly find a ball gag sitting around, it was Sanctum.

He nodded, obviously satisfied that she intended to comply. “Very good. Now, when I ask a direct question, you can answer me, but other than that, I want silence. Oh, unless you feel the need to moan. Moaning, screaming in pleasure, and calling out my name are perfectly acceptable. Look at that. You just got your first lesson in protocol. We’re moving along quite nicely.”

Wow. Not being able to reply really sucked. She was forced to stay where she was.

“Now, like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, you have all the right parts for an orgasm. Do you masturbate often?”

She felt her skin flush.

“That was a direct question, sweetheart. You can answer.”

Where was the ball gag when she needed it? “What if I don’t want to answer?”

He shrugged a little. “If you don’t answer, I’ll decide you don’t like to talk and would prefer to spend the time I would devote to conversations learning which type of nipple clamps you like.”

“I don’t masturbate,” she said as quickly as she could because she would really prefer to embarrass herself over testing out nipple clamps.

He frowned down at her, his hand over her belly. “Never?”

He seemed really intent on making her blush as often as possible. “I’ve tried a couple of times but it doesn’t work.”

“Vibrator?”

“Where would I find a vibrator? I was raised in a tiny town in Texas. Those old biddies came down hard on us for yawning in church. Do you honestly think they would let an adult store in?”

His hand was moving down her body, tickling her skin where it touched and making her wish she wasn’t wearing the small amount of clothing she was wearing because she really liked having his hands on her. Heat seemed to follow everywhere those fingers skimmed.

“There’s this new thing called the Internet. I might be an old man, but I think you youngsters are pretty good with it.”

She opened her mouth to refute that statement and then realized it had been a land mine.

Keith chuckled. “Very good. Not a direct question. You’re getting the hang of it. Why didn’t you use the Internet?”

“Because my mom watched me like hawk. After Dad left, she was really hard on us about everything. And then she died and after Jill made sure I got through high school, she left and everyone was watching me. I worked in a local church, saving money for college. There aren’t a lot of choices where I was raised. If you want to get a job there, you better have a good reputation. There isn’t even a fast food place to work in.”

A single finger slid across her clitoris.

Holy hell.

“I’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart. I was raised in the godless city so I masturbate a lot. Give me your hand. I want to teach you.”

It wouldn’t work, of course, but she’d already felt more from him than she had in all the tries before.

“The key is to relax.” His hand covered hers, fingers sliding over to guide her.

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Dungeon Royale

Masters and Mercenaries, Book 6

By Lexi Blake

Coming February 18, 2014

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An agent broken

MI6 agent Damon Knight prided himself on always being in control. His missions were executed with cold, calculating precision. His club, The Garden, was run with an equally ordered and detached decadence. But his perfect world was shattered by one bullet, fired from the gun of his former partner. That betrayal almost cost him his life and ruined his career. His handlers want him to retire, threatening to revoke his license to kill if he doesn’t drop his obsession with a shadowy organization called The Collective. To earn their trust, he has to prove himself on a unique assignment with an equally unusual partner.

A woman tempted

Penelope Cash has spent her whole life wanting more. More passion. More adventure. But duty has forced her to live a quiet life. Her only excitement is watching the agents of MI6 as they save England and the world. Despite her training, she’s only an analyst. The closest she is allowed to danger and intrigue is in her dreams, which are often filled with one Damon Knight. But everything changes when the woman assigned to pose as Damon’s submissive on his latest mission is incapacitated. Penny is suddenly faced with a decision. Stay in her safe little world or risk her life, and her heart, for Queen and country.

An enemy revealed

With the McKay-Taggart team at their side, Damon and Penny hunt an international terrorist across the great cities of Northern Europe. Playing the part of her Master, Damon begins to learn that under Penny’s mousy exterior is a passionate submissive, one who just might lay claim to his cold heart. But when Damon’s true enemy is brought out of the shadows, it might be Penny who pays the ultimate price.

About Lexi Blake

Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance that she found success. She likes to find humor in the strangest places. Lexi believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome or foursome may seem. She also writes contemporary Western ménage as Sophie Oak.