Excerpt from Riding Irish

Everything about Avery was a complete contradiction to the type of woman he usually found himself spending time with. His girlfriends had always been calm and reserved. Wore frilly dresses and spiky heels. Spent hours doing whatever females did to their hair. They’d neatly hang up those dresses before sliding into bed with him.

They fucked as restrained as they lived. Hell, they didn’t even fuck. The word was probably too vulgar and harsh. Avery fucked with wild abandon, giving as much as she took. She was unapologetic and loud. Jesus, the sound of her voice when she’d come each time he’d shoved her over the edge last night had nearly undone him.

And he hadn’t even been inside her yet. What the hell was his state of mind going to be like when he finally buried himself in all that hot sweetness he’d only gotten a taste of?

She made him want to tear off her clothes, baring her to his gaze so he could stare at those glorious tits while he slammed inside her. Over and over. Losing himself in the sheer madness of their fucking.

Closing his eyes, relaxing as the hammock swayed in the gentle breeze, he let his mind wander. He imagined arriving at her house after a long day, seeing her emerge from the surf at sunset, the glowing rays of the sun glinting gold through her red tresses as she walked straight for him. He’d tell her she needed to be nude by the time she arrived at his feet, her mouth wet and hot as she dropped her knees to accept his straining cock. Order her to bring him right to brink, but never climax, just so he could bend her over the back of that tattered couch of hers and fill her cunt. Drive them both fast and furious, commanding her to come so he could feel the tight fist of her heat squeeze around him.

“Now that is a fantasy I better be a part of.”

Holy shit.

His eyes popped open, found Avery standing a few feet away, leaning against the board she’d speared into the sand. A smile turned up one corner of her mouth. For a brief second, he feared he’d repeated the previous night and started trying to manhandle himself. Looking down, he found his hands were clutched around the rope, his knuckles white with tension.

“So?”

“Yeah.” He licked his dry lips, wondering what the hell had brought on such thoughts. He didn’t normally think that way. So...feral and raw. “You were.”

“Gonna share?” Panic iced some of the heat curling through his gut. No way could he tell her what he’d been thinking—wishing. Needing. Wanting. Talk about deviant behavior.

Instead he grinned, releasing the weathered hemp rope to reach for her hand. “You are a bad influence on my self-control.”

“Bad influence is a matter of perception. I think I’m a pretty good influence on helping you express hidden desires. Embracing what gets you off makes getting off all the more enjoyable.”

She got him off. In more ways than one.

“Thought you were gonna go ride the waves for a few hours?”

“I was. Then I thought better of it because I decided I wanted to ride you instead.”

Craving Irish

Sinners and Saints, Book Three

One man isn’t going to be enough to satisfy Isla’s appetite for submission.

Unsatisfied with the submissive men she commands night after night, Isla confines her adrenaline rushes to keeping Riding Irish out of trouble. But even the most stalwart lawyers need to give up complete control once in a while. During the motorcycle club’s annual New Year’s Eve poker bash, she is out-maneuvered by the two men who secretly set her body aflame. In one devious second, the tables are turned and the tough-as-nails Domme finds herself pinned between two hot-as-sin men ready to cater to her every craving.

Flint and Hatch are best friends who share it all–even women. They’re willing to do whatever it takes to show Isla her kinkiest fantasies. New territory is uncovered in the secret room at the clubhouse, including something new and unexpected that flourishes in the sparks that ignite between the three. As Isla deals with a heart-wrenching decision, Flint struggles with his newly uncovered feelings for Hatch. Emotions shift into overdrive when a rival club strikes and the trio will have to face the reality they all got more than they gambled for.