Sunday 27 July 2014

Bad Boys of BDSM Omnibus No. 1

Bad Boys of BDSM Omnibus No. 1
Anita Lawless, C.J. Sneere & Leigh Foxlee

About: Get entangled in these stories of MF bdsm romance with ménage scenes, plus man love with ménage scenes. Alpha werewolves and protective shapeshifters. Bad boys with attitude.

Grab the first three volumes of Bad Boys of BDSM from Amazon and All Romance bestsellers Anita Lawless, C.J. Sneere, and Leigh Foxlee.

This omnibus includes:

Bad Boy Werewolf: Bad Boys of BDSM Vol. 1 (MF)
Bonus Story: Waking Up Werewolf Part 1 (MM)
Claimed by the Bad Boy: Bad Boys of BDSM Vol. 2 (MF with ménage scenes)
Bonus Story: Jack & James (Jack The Lad Part 2. MMMMMMM)
Bad Boy Biker: Bad Boys of BDSM Vol. 3 (MM with ménage scenes)
Bonus Story: Barista Boys (MM)
Bonus Excerpts

All stories have a scorching to extreme heat level.

Excerpt from Claimed by the Bad Boy:

Bekka carefully unwrapped the package that sat atop her glass display case. It was an H.P. Lovecraft original, and being a lifelong fan of horror she couldn’t help but smile wide as she gazed down upon the book. Damn, she thought, It’s nice to enjoy what you do for a living.

Bekka had rented the space for her rare used books/oddities/antiques store around two years ago, right after her divorce from Corey was finalized. The memory of their uncomfortable parting made her sigh as she ran a reverent hand over the book’s cover.

She thought back to their final day together, remembered Corey and Juanita begging her to reconsider leaving. But Bekka had learned one lesson living with her husband and his stepmother for two years: There was only room for one woman in a man’s life, at least, when it came to living under one roof.

After enduring two and a half years with the meddlesome but well meaning woman, Bekka had to admit defeat. It wasn’t that Juanita had meant to gobble up every spare moment of Corey’s time, or that she meant to horn in on their relationship. It just happened. And Bekka, powerless to stop it but desperately wishing she could, had to do some soul searching before she dropped the dreaded “D” word on Corey.

It had practically killed him. She would never forget the look of hollow sorrow in his eyes that day.

“Why the hell am I doing this to myself?” she muttered to a china Buddha smiling cheerily at her from where it sat in a tall, glass display case.

Glancing at the calendar by the door, Bekka came around front to flip the CLOSED sign to OPEN.

She looked down at the dusty motorcycle boots on the other side of the glass, wood-framed entrance. Her eyes followed them up to black jeans, and she swallowed as her fingers closed over the sign.

Two years. Bekka never thought she’d see him again, even though they lived only forty-five minutes apart.

But there he was, standing on the other side of the door, smiling in at her, wearing a black t-shirt and sunglasses. It gave him that enigmatic, slightly dangerous look she’d always loved about him.

Corey Varkov. Her ex-husband. Bekka stared and her hand trembled on the sign.

Corey pointed to the doorknob, smiled—showing his deep dimples—and raised his eyebrows.

Nodding her head, Bekka forced a smile through her shock, fumbled with the key in her hand, and let him in.

“What…” Her voice cracked and her throat dried. “What are you doing here?” She cursed her words for deserting her at the worst possible moment.

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