Need, Book 1 in the new Cravings series, contemporary reverse harem.

Not only does this take place on a lush Caribbean island, in it three lusty alphas will make certain the heroine’s wanton fantasies come true, including spanking, bondage, BDSM, voyeurism, and more. Bad, bad boys.

Blurb, excerpt, and teasers follow…

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Blurb:

Some fantasies should never end…

Kate has a burning need for a man to turn her inside out, possessing, dominating, and wanting her as a hero would in an erotic romance. Since the perfect lover isn’t readily available in reality, she contacts Cravings, a private club that creates her fantasy on a secluded Caribbean island. There, lusty males will rule and satisfy.

Color her ready for a good, hard time until Noah, Wyatt, and Sean show up. These bad boys are tall, muscular, and pure alpha. They’re also on her company board and have been eager to command her between the sheets for some time.

Not so fast. She may ache for them, but doesn’t trust their motives so she’ll never submit for real or for long.

Oh no? Once they take over her fantasy, there’s no going back… for her or them.

Publisher’s Note: This steamy reverse harem, contemporary romance is intended for adults only. It contains adult language, sensual scenes, power exchange, and elements of ménage. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Excerpt:

They left the shadows, their strides assured, similar to victorious warriors.

The others stepped aside to let them pass.

Noah led the threesome. At thirty-two, he was the proverbial man’s man, six-three, athletic and toned, no sport or challenge too difficult for him to conquer. His bronze complexion made his hazel eyes appear lighter, his dark and dangerous looks perfect for a Middle Eastern sheik…or a pirate from long ago. Wind ruffled his sable hair. Stubble heightened his effortless masculinity.

Raw lust flared on his features, his gaze pinning her more effectively than the manacles.

Her heart jumped and her pussy creamed but she resisted his innate magnetism. Losing herself within his embrace would turn out badly for her. He’d have fun then split without a backward glance, then try to dominate her at the meetings. Not needing that crap, she averted her gaze.

And came eye to eye with Wyatt.

Bad move. Also in his early thirties, equally tall and muscular, he wore his light brown hair longish on top and sported a closely trimmed mustache and beard. The facial hair along with his classic good looks gave him an aristocratic air. His olive skin, dark brown eyes, and the faint scar on his left cheek said he wasn’t one to indulge in tea and crumpets. BDSM and rowdy bedplay was more his style, the same as his sexy and teasing personality.

He winked.

She weakened.

His attention drifted to her naked breasts. His smile widened and grew smug.

Damn you. 

And Sean.

His rough, masculine looks would have served a Marine or other military man well. So would his solid bulk and large frame. At thirty-one, he was definitely in his prime. He’d slicked back his dark blond hair. A small black stud graced his left earlobe. Although his imposing presence would cow most men and excite every sane or straight woman, mischief shone in his gray eyes. During board meetings, he’d been surprisingly laid-back, not letting anything rattle him, biding his time until circumstances turned in his favor.

He crossed his arms. His pecs hardened.

Her knees wilted.

The slaver squeezed her breasts.

Of all the… She kicked her heel against his shin.

He stilled his roaming hands. “Is seven-fifty the final bid?”

It shouldn’t be. For her to end up with them… No, she couldn’t allow it.

Pressing need said otherwise and drove her thoughts toward them no matter the consequences.

Noah planted his hands on his lean hips. “We might be willing to bid more.” His resonant voice rang through the surroundings. “On one condition.”

Everyone waited to hear his demand, no one seeming to breathe.

Her included. She couldn’t imagine what he meant.

All eyes sped to him.

He ignored them. “Strip her.”

She went cold then hot.

His gaze traveled her indolently, lingering on the chemise pressing against her cunt, driven there by the wind, then her exposed breasts. Possession and cockiness sparked in his eyes.

Recalling why she desired, but also resented and avoided him, she lifted her chin, showing her disdain.

He, Wyatt, and Sean traded a glance and smile.

She twisted her wrists to get loose.

The slaver tapped his crop against her ass. “None of that. Keep still or suffer the consequences.” He shouted past her, “Strip her, I shall.”

What? “Like hell you will.” She tugged harder on her bonds. They didn’t budge. “I didn’t sign up for this.” She bared her teeth at the unholy trio. “I didn’t ask for anyone from my board to come to this island.”

Wyatt stroked his beard. “We wanted to surprise you.”

The understatement of the century. His luscious voice tested her self-control. She steeled herself against his charm. “Why are you really here?”

The slaver tightened his arm around her waist. “Quiet, you hear? This isn’t how an auction works.”

“Seriously? How about it unfolding like this?” She rammed her shoulder into his chest.

His air puffed out. He stumbled back.

She glared at her guys. Wait. They weren’t hers. Never would be. “Did my father put you up to this? Did he find out I was taking a brief vacation, but wanted me at my desk like the company slave I am, and told you to drag me back to the States before I had any fun?”

Sean fingered his stud. “So you are ready to cut loose.”

“About fucking time,” Noah said.

Wyatt nodded.

The bulges between their legs thickened, luring her.

No. They were not going to break through her defenses. This was nothing except a game to them. One she’d lose. She spoke to the crowd in general. “Surely, one of you is willing to bid more. It’s for a good cause. Whichever one you choose. It’s tax deductible.” Every businessperson’s Holy Grail.

Not here. Dead freaking silence greeted her.

She squeezed her fists.

Noah pointed to her hands. “The defiance you’re showing isn’t allowed. We command. You obey, then willingly—and patiently—await whatever we decide, no matter how base. I know. I read your contract.”

Jesus goddamn Christ. Those fantasies were supposed to be private.

He addressed the slaver, “If she speaks again, gag her.”

She clenched her jaw.

A smile touched Noah’s lips, and surprising warmth filled his eyes, something akin to tenderness.

Floored, she kept her tongue, uncertain whether she’d seen the sweet emotion or not.

“Go on.” Sean flicked his hand. “Strip her.”

Heat burned her face. Her manacles were more burdensome than necessary, a reminder as to her subservient state.

The slaver gripped her chemise and tore it apart.

The edges fell at her sides, exposing her legs, stomach, and furry mound.

Despite the sultry air, goose pimples rose on her skin.

Approving whistles and shouts erupted from the audience, each member hungering over her nudity, a few pumping their fists.

As one, Wyatt, Noah, and Sean marched toward the stairs leading to the veranda, their boots tapping the stone.

The slaver put out his hand. “Not one step closer. We haven’t finalized the bid.”

Noah didn’t stop. “Wrong. It’s a million total.”

The slaver whistled and backed away. “The prize is yours. Do with her whatever you want.”

“I intend to. Starting now.”

He can’t mean out here as the others watch.

Upon reaching the veranda, he stalked to her.

“Wait!” She rattled her chains. “I didn’t agree to—”

He pressed his forefinger to her lips, stopping her. “You did.” He snuggled his mouth against her ear, his hair-roughened cheek rasping and warming hers. “And much more.”

She’d been a fool to include voyeurism in her contract, but she hadn’t predicted he or the others would show up here, much less participate. “I need a moment.” “No. I’ve waited too long.” He covered her mouth with his and plunged his tongue inside.

 

About the author:

Brenna’s been writing since childhood. During high school, she often penned poetry rather than taking notes during history lectures. Bad girl. Thankfully, she passed that course. Whew! Although she majored in art during college, once she got out she simply couldn’t stop creating stories with alpha heroes who will move heaven and earth to protect the woman they love. These bad boys are commanding yet cherishing, which makes them even hotter. Her heroines are strong, gutsy, and the perfect match for the men who want them. She loves writing erotic fantasies, including reverse harem, with a touch of humor and romance to die for. When she’s not penning romances, she’s searching for bargains online in everything from groceries to purses. Yeah, she sort of has a fetish for shoulder bags. Her favorite seasons are spring and fall. She doesn’t do snow and hibernates in her air conditioned home from June through August. She’d love to hear from you and can be reached at [email protected].

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