Eden and her fellow fabulous authors Cassandra Carr, Stephanie Julian, Amber Kallyn, Keira Kohl, Adriana Kraft, Emma Lai, Anh Leod, Ann Mayburn and Cari Quinn have released their BRING ON THE HEAT Box Set! 10 authors, 10 sizzling stories for only .99!
A scorching collection from ten of today’s hottest authors…over 250,000 words of steamy stories!
Breaking Skye by Eden Bradley
BDSM. Submission. Spanking. Skye thought one night with the perfect Dominant might purge these dark desires from her system. But Adam has other ideas…and soon all he can think of is breaking Skye—and keeping her for himself.
Caught by Cassandra Carr
Callie left her Dominant, Jack, three years ago, believing he’d never love her. Yet when their paths cross, she agrees to submit to him and is drawn deep into Jack’s world once more. This time, Jack knows he needs to overcome his fears and claim Callie forever or lose everything.
An Indecent Proposition, Part I & Part II by Stephanie Julian
One woman. Two men. Half a million dollars. One very indecent proposition…
Burned, Dragos Book 1 by Amber Kallyn
When Calla, a dragon shifter, heads to a sleepy mountain town to investigate their arson outbreak, she doesn’t expect to find the dark dragon who killed her mother, or her destined mate. Firefighter Scott O’Neil can’t fight their burning attraction, even after he finds out what she is, and the shocking secret of his own past.
Laundry Day by Keira Kohl
Carmela Keyes runs an apartment complex with fun and sex games. Despite her curious nature she never partakes in the Keyes Manor Saturday night key parties. She’s got her sights set on Declan McLean to join her own private laundry day party. Clothing prohibited.
Cherry Tune-up by Adriana Kraft
Desperate for a crash course in lovemaking, Bobbi Jo Martin seeks out her childhood best friend. A successful contractor with NASCAR dreams, Jack Day has never forgotten her—but how will he protect his heart? In a moment of sheer genius he decides to play the role of master…
Riding Rodeo by Emma Lai
The last person Amanda Goodson expected to walk into her bakery was Sean Cassidy, the bareback bronc rider who rode her hard one night and left without a good-bye the next day. A nasty hang up ended Sean’s career and left him with nothing but time to contemplate his past sins—the most damning one being walking out on Amanda, the one woman he couldn’t forget once outside the bedroom. Searching out Amanda to right the biggest mistake of his life, he finds he has competition. Never one to back down from a challenge, he offers to fulfill her fantasy of riding two cowboys. At the end of the night, will Amanda decide riding Rodeo is worth the risk to her heart?
Clockwork Captive by Anh Leod
Enslaved in a gentlemen’s club by a fiendish clockwork device, Liza knows she has few options…until the night she recognizes Brace. Though he has no idea they share a secret, he must possess her, and replace her scars with sexual healing. Rescuing the captive will make her his forever.
First Kiss by Ann Mayburn
Ryan will never forgot that night in high school when he kissed Emma and lost his heart to her forever. Years later he finds Emma, but now she’s a pro-Domme that refuses to fall in love. Ryan begins a campaign to win her reluctant heart, one night at a time.
Jingle Ball, More the Merrier Book 1 by Cari Quinn
All receptionist Wendy Stanton wants for Christmas is a chance for a relationship with her sexy, dominant boss outside the boardroom. But his secrets—and hot encounters including her other boss—are complications she never expected.
~Excerpt from Eden’s BREAKING SKYE~
He came up behind her, traced a finger down her spine, felt her shiver. Beautiful, silky skin. He smoothed his palm around her waist, over her stomach, felt her pulling it tight, moved his had up higher, over her breast.
She moaned quietly.
“Do you like my touch, Skye?”
“Yes,” she murmured.
“Do you want more?”
He cupped her full flesh through the lace of her bra, squeezed as she pressed into his palm.
“What is it, Skye?”
“Touch me,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
He reached into her bra and tweaked her nipple hard.
He moved in, then, yanked her body hard against his, her round buttocks against his growing erection. She surged back into him, and he let her for a moment before releasing her. She groaned.
“Stay perfectly still. I’ll be right back.”
He went to the leather case he’d left sitting next to the couch, pulled a few implements from it, chose one and set the rest on a side table.
Reaching out to stroke the soft skin of her gorgeous ass, he pinched the flesh here and there. She squirmed, which made him smile. He slipped his hand up to her side, grabbing and pinching the skin hard enough to make her pant, to make her squirm harder. He knew it hurt. But she was bowing back into him, then pulling away, bowing back again, loving the pain, handling it in a way that told him she needed to feel it as much as he needed to give it to her.
Yes, need to give her what she needs. Now.
“Brace yourself again. And hold still, Skye.”
She was out of her head—she knew it. Just handing herself over to him. She couldn’t help it. She was exactly where she wanted to be.
She could sense him behind her, even though the lovely, hurting pinching had stopped. She pulled in a breath, exhaled, inhaled again. How long was he going to wait before he did something?
Before the thought was even completed she felt a hard smack on her ass.
It hurt. But the reverberations of pain trembling through her also held that lovely edge of pleasure. He did it again, and again she cried out—with the pain, with the surprise of it.
He smoothed his fingers over the sore spots. It felt wonderful.
“Is that a safe word, beautiful girl?”
“No. I just…what is that?”
“A leather strap.” He brought his arm over her shoulder and held the oblong piece of leather close to her face.
“Breathe it in,” he told her.
She did, inhaling the earthiness of the leather. And the scent—simply him—that made her tremble.
His face was close to her ear. He said quietly. “This is what I’m using, Skye. But you won’t always be told. There is some mind-fuck in the shock of it. Sometimes it will be a toy. Sometimes it will just be my hands. And I can do plenty with my bare hands.”
As if to prove himself, he buried his fingers in the back of her hair and pulled tight, tighter, drawing her head back. The sensation was…indescribable. It didn’t quite hurt. It was a statement. Of control. Of ownership.
He pulled tighter. She let out a gasp.
“I see you’re beginning to understand.”
He let her hair go and she thought he’d take the strap to her again, but instead he grabbed onto the tender flesh at her side, taking a handful of her flesh, dug his fingers in hard, making it really hurt.
She tried to pull away—purely on instinct—and heard his evil chuckle.
“I love to see you dance like that for me. It’s beautiful.”
He hung on and gave her a swat on her ass with the strap, making her rise up on her toes.
He smacked her again, and again, each strike landing harder, leaving her panting and breathless and full of need. Her head swam.
Suddenly he pulled her into his body again, and she sank into him, loving the feel of his strong arm around her waist. He lifted her hair with his free hand, kissing the back of her neck. She sighed.
He bit into her flesh. She moaned.
He bit again, kissed her sore skin as he pulled away.
“Again,” he ordered, and she knew to brace her hands on the wall. She spread her feet apart to steady herself.
“Ah, good girl.”
He started in again with the strap, pausing now and then to stroke her burning flesh with his hand, giving her a chance to breathe, to absorb the pain. To ride it out. And her head was absolutely emptying out. She was nothing but this sensation, and the awareness of him—his scent, the heat of his body, the aura of his command. Nothing else mattered but the flood of sensations. That and the insistent ache between her thighs, like a pulse-beat of desire.
“Adam, please,” she whispered, gasped.
He hit her harder with the strap, and she loved it, needed it. Needed him to touch her even more.
But the pain was rising, taking her to some foggy place where she floated. Her body relaxed all over, and she fell into his arms.
“I’ve got you, baby.”
He took her to the couch and laid her in his lap. Immediately he went to work with his hand between her thighs, pushing a few fingers into her, his thumb circling her clit.
She was almost limp in his arms, unable to do anything but rock her hip into his hand as pleasure spiraled, crested, wound through her system like some lovely, sinuous force.
“Come on, baby,” he urged. “Come for me.”
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