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Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Safety in Handcuffs released today!

Happy Hump Day! It is a great day for me, Safety in Handcuffs released today! Woo hoo! This book is rated Sextreme with elements of BDSM. It is not, however, a book with a sir. My hero is dominant, but you won't hear safe words uttered. My characters like to have fun with sex and push ecstasy to the limit, just without hard limits, blah, blah. 



Blurb:

Lindsay Evans never expected to be arrested, but the evidence speaks for itself. Highway patrol officer Wyatt Cooper can’t believe what he finds. His dream girl from high school is carrying nearly a million dollars' worth of cocaine, but swears she knew nothing about it. Is she telling the truth?

Wyatt can’t believe the once captain of the cheerleading squad, and the girl he used to wake in the morning for, could fall into such lawlessness. Arresting Lindsay was one of the hardest things he has ever done. Not only is he conflicted, but fantasies since high school of the opportunity plague his mind.

The years had been good to Lindsay, turning her from cute cheerleader to a curvaceous bombshell. Wyatt finds himself stuck between the law and the one woman his heart has desired for the last ten years. Her pleas of innocence make his job much more difficult. What’s an officer of the law to do?


Story Excerpt:



The highway patrol officer was gloriously built with a wide chest, narrow waist, and long, strong legs. His hat was perched on top of his head with sunglasses concealing his eyes. “My, my, hello, gorgeous,” she whispered and watched him open the back door of his patrol car. A German shepherd jumped out, and the man clipped a leash on him. “Huh, never seen a highway patrolman with a dog riding with him.”
The officer approached, and Lindsay sat waiting with her identification in hand, still wondering about the dog. “Hello, Officer,” she stated as she rolled down her window.
The officer didn’t smile or return the sentiment. “Do you know how fast you were going, ma’am?” he asked with his lips set in a hard line.
“Hmm, no. Was I speeding?” She acted innocent. The only thing she didn’t know was exactly how fast she was going.
“Eighty-five, ma’am. License and insurance please.”
Lindsay noticed how his tan uniform defined his curves. The shirt stretched across his wide chest and around his bulky biceps, showcasing his strength. Down further, the thick leather belt held his gun, handcuffs, and numerous other items. She lost track after seeing the light reflect off the silver cuffs. Her eyes wandered lower to the prominence concealed behind his slacks. She couldn’t be sure, but was positive she wetted her lips with her imagination running wild. She enjoyed looking at men, always had. The day she stopped appreciating their form was the day she’d take her last breath, because there was nothing wrong with looking. Was there?
“License and insurance, please,” he repeated himself.
“Oh, sorry. I just can’t believe I was driving so fast.” Busted. Okay, girls, work your magic. She gave herself a mental pep talk and took off her sunglasses as she handed her information out the window. Batting her lashes, she looked up as the officer removed his as well. Holy smokes, she thought, I know this man.
His strong and angular face smiled as he studied her license. “Lindsay Evans.”
“That’s me.” She smiled back. Wyatt Cooper stood before her, looking hotter than she could ever have imagined. They attended high school together over ten years ago. If she’d ever have realized the nerdy guy from biology class would have turned out so hot, she might have looked his direction.
“I guess you’re on your way home to see your parents,” he replied and handed her license and insurance card back.
Lindsay smiled while thinking about them. “Yes, it’s their thirty-fifth wedding anniversary.”
“Well, congratulations.” Wyatt smiled at her. “You know, you deserve a ticket.” He wrangled with his dog who pawed at the side of her car.
“I have to admit, I would deserve it. I got caught up listening to music,” she confessed, realizing she hadn’t been paying attention at all to the road or her speed.
Wyatt nodded thoughtfully and looked down at his companion who had begun to whine. “I won’t write you a ticket today, but slow it down.”
“I will. I promise.”
“I do have to ask to search your vehicle though. We are under an order to search all vehicles with Texas plates during traffic stops.” He looked as if he hated having to do it.
Lindsay scrunched up her eyebrows in confusion. “Why?”
The sun reflected off his badge as he turned to watch traffic. “Drugs from Mexico are making their way north out of Texas and into Oklahoma.” He turned his attention back to her.
Lindsay laughed. “You can search my car. I’m not involved.” She got out, walking toward the far side of the road away from traffic. She wasn’t getting a speeding ticket, thank goodness. Ten miles over the speed limit would have been expensive, so allowing a dog to sniff her car was easy to agree to.
She watched as Wyatt opened the door, and the dog hopped in with a whine, sniffing the front seat before hopping into the back. The dog began to whine louder. Furiously, the dog started scratching and pawed her backseat.
“What’s going on?” Lindsay asked and walked closer to see. Wyatt opened the back door and pulled the seat forward. She didn’t even know the damn seat moved. Inside the car, the dog’s bark echoed while Wyatt continued to pull and push something on the back of the seat.
Wyatt turned with a serious expression, pulling a bag out, holding it up for her to see. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have a right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you.”
“What!” Lindsay screeched, watching Wyatt pull out his handcuffs. If it was any other place and any other situation, she’d have been turned on by them. “Ha-ha, very funny.”

* * * *

Wyatt continued, trying to ignore her protests, “Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?”
Lindsay looked lost, and her green eyes began to tear up. “You’re not joking. Are you?”


R-Excerpt:

Lindsay spread her legs further apart, unable to contain her raging hormones. She always wanted to be spanked but felt too nervous to ever ask. Just as she suspected, she loved it. Her ass still stung with the bite of his last slap, but the pain eased, her body responding and a new wash of heat escaping her, leaving her slick and ready to accept him.
She watched Wyatt behind her, positioning himself to enter her. She couldn’t wait and bit her lip with an overpowering desire to be taken rough. He rubbed his cock between her folds, teasing her. “Please,” she begged, needing to feel him inside her.
Wyatt entered her slowly, stretching her wide. She moaned, feeling his thick cock begin to impale her. She’d never experienced a man so well-endowed, but it was a glorious feeling. Inch by inch he continued, filling her up with himself. He gently wiggled, allowing her body to accommodate his girth. Apparently he had an idea of his extreme size and didn’t want to hurt her.
Her pussy stretched around him, finally devouring all of him. “Damn, sweetheart, you’re so tight,” he hissed, grinding his hips against her ass.
She sucked in a much-needed breath of air. “Oh, God, and you’re so large.”
He chuckled, as if she were stroking his pride, and eased out to the tip and pushed back in, making her cry out. His large hands caressed her ass with each pull and push. Even though he’d spanked her and cuffed her to his bed, he was gentle when he needed to be. He continued to keep his pace slow and measured, filling her up with his cock and making her miss it when he pulled out. She purred with the ecstasy he was providing. The unhurried pace turned her blood to fire, knowing he must have an unbelievable amount of control.
A new round of slick moisture escaped her, and she heard him offer a deep growl. His hand slapped her ass, and her inner walls gripped his cock tight, much to his approval.
“Sweetheart, your pussy was made for my cock,” he stated with a groan.
She gripped the headboard with her fingers. His deep voice drove her mad with desire. She loved the exchange of appreciative words, and coming from his lips, even more so. “Mmm, I believe your cock was made for me, Wyatt.” She tensed up when she felt his thumb gather up her lubricant and tease her tiny hole.
“Easy, sweetheart.” His voice was a sedative, lulling her into submission.
His hips thrust with a little more urgency, and she could feel his balls slapping off her clit. She fell into the sensations, gripping the headboard tight, loving the long, hard thrusts he was delivering. When his thumb eased into her ass, she squealed, overcome with the new feeling. Her sphincter muscles began to relax, and Wyatt pushed in a little further, tickling the thin membrane that separated the two regions.
The new sensation drove her wild. “Oh, wow, that feels fantastic.”
“Have you ever had a cock in your ass, sweetheart?” he asked in a deep tone that sent shivers racing down her spine.
She shook her head, unable to answer. The combined vibrations were driving her crazy, making her feel wild and wanton. Where sex was concerned, she was curious about everything, and anal sex was one of them, but she never had a partner she felt she could share her desires with.
Wyatt rimmed her tiny opening, causing her pussy to contract around him. She had no idea there were so many nerve endings there or how pleasurable it could feel. His large cock continued its assault, becoming harder and more demanding. She felt her breasts jiggle with each thrust. His balls bouncing off her clit pushed her closer to her peak.
“I’m going to take your virgin ass tonight, sweetheart,” Wyatt stated with a loud growl and began to fuck her roughly, causing her to scream out his name as she reached her summit.

 




 

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