I can’t believe how fast time flies, it’s already the third January week. It’s a pleasure to present Lynn Burke and her new novella Finding Fulfillment. Check it out if you enjoy a good BDSM contemporary romance.
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Finding Fulfillment
Found by Fate 3
By Lynn Burke
Release Date: January 21, 2019
KEYWORDS: BDSM, Contemporary, May/December Erotic, Romance, Series, HEA, Novella
BLURB:
Jade Matthews may be young, but she knows what she wants in a man–someone mature and kinky, a man who shares her deepest desires to have her pregnant and barefoot in the kitchen and submissively compliant in the bedroom.
Archer Brennan aches to unleash his dark side on the too-young grocery bagger, with her pert pony tail and glossy lips that makes him yearn for a taste. With an ex-wife and a messy divorce threatening to destroy his pursuit of happiness, he binds himself to one rule — hands-off Jade’s tight body until his divorce settlement is final.
A submissive must obey her Dom, but some rules were meant to be broken, and when one misstep threatens the dominant lawyer’s life, will Jade defy Archer’s hands-off decree or lose the only man capable of fulfilling all of her dreams?
PURCHASE LINKS:
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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Finding-Fulfillment-Found-Fate-Book-ebook/dp/B07MWVXSTS/
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Finding-Fulfillment-Found-Fate-Book-ebook/dp/B07MWVXSTS
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ADULT EXCERPT:
Eyes closed, I strained to listen, wondering and worrying over what Archer planned. The front door closed, and my pulse thrummed.
Alone.
I pressed my knees tight as arousal slickened my sex. My breasts grew heavy, my nipples tight and chaffed by the dress.
“I sit here at my desk, thinking of you.” Archer’s low voice low sent shivers down my spine. “I’ve been dreaming about you all day. Your shy smile, sparkling eyes.”
A smile bloomed on my face, and I found myself relaxing.
“You show up ten minutes late for our appointment, but when you walk through my door in nothing more than a mere wrap dress, I can almost forgive you. Almost.”
He growled the word, but not in anger. Hunger filled his voice, and I pressed my knees tight again.
“I sit behind my desk and tell you to bare your body to me. Slow and easy, you untie your dress. The material swishes down your creamy skin to pool around your ankles. Pink flushes your chest, your face, as I take my time caressing your body with my gaze. Your pulse thrums in your neck.”
Oh, does it… I sucked in my lower lip.
“Your nipples are hard, straining for a touch, kiss, or bite. Your stomach quivers as my gaze slips lower. ‘Come here,’ I say. Knees trembling, you obey until you stand in front of me.
“I want to lean forward and lick your glistening pussy, but you were ten minutes late.”
My breath caught as my arousal peaked. One mere flick of my clit, and I felt sure I’d fly.
“I pull you down over my lap, head and legs dangling down either side, arms held tight behind your back with my left hand. The scent of your arousal rises to my nose, and I breath deep. Unable to help myself, I stroke the globe of your ass and dip between your thighs to find your wetness.
“Your pussy tightens on my fingers as they slide deep, your hips rising to meet each thrust of my hand. Whimpers escape your lips—”
I bit on the inside of my lips to keep a real one inside.
“—and you beg to come, but I withdraw my hand, denying your release. Your musky scent draws me like a bee to nectar, and I stick my fingers in my mouth, sucking them clean and groaning at your sweet taste.
“Then, whack!”
I jumped, a small yelp ripping from me even though Archer sat ten feet away from me.
“Your body jolts beneath my hand, but you have nine left. Within seconds, three hand prints flare to life on your skin, and you’re no longer struggling to escape. I sooth my palm over the red markings, and a moan slips from your lips. By the eighth swat, you lift your hips toward my hand with a needy groan, the pain morphed into pure pleasure.”
My mouth parted as I drew in air, quivering with the need to come.
“Are you wet for me, Jade?”
Through the buzzing in my ears, I realized he’d spoken to me directly. “God, yes,” I say, unable to help the honest need pouring from my words.
“Pull up your skirt and show me.”
© Lynn Burke 2018
PG-13 EXCERPT:
Sam turned back toward me with a huff. “What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know.”
“Are you kidding me? You’re bored with ‘normal men’, you’ve been dying to find someone living that lifestyle.” Sam glared at me. “I’m telling you, Archer. Is. It.”
“Really think so?” I asked, my thumb caressing his business card I hadn’t realized I’d pulled from my pocket.
“Abso-freaking-lutely. The way he looks at you. That power emanating from him.” Sam shook her head. “Hot damn, that man is large and in charge. You don’t see it?”
I shrugged, really having no clue. Sam, being a dominant-type woman herself and able to read people like a magazine, was probably right. “All I know is that I want someone to help me grow in life. Expand my mind and empathy for others. Someone who will take care of me, and I can worship them in return.”
“Well, he’s the perfect sugar daddy if I’ve ever seen one. Emotionally mature like you. Stable. Money.”
“How can you tell all that?”
Sam gave me a ‘come on’ look. “He’s twelve years older than you. He’s a lawyer. And, Armani suits on a Saturday?”
“Armani? I never noticed.”
“No, because all you see is his gorgeous face.”
I bit back a smirk. “At least I’ve imagined what’s under those suits.”
“Now that’s what I like to hear,” Sam said, walking around the front of her car. “Call me after you call him.”
“Who said I was going to call him?”
“If you don’t, I’ll beat your ass—and you won’t enjoy it. Trust me.” She climbed into her car and held her hand to her ear like a phone. ‘Call me’ she mouthed.
I zoned out on the way home where noise and chaos waited for me. Five brothers and sisters, two dogs, and hardly a stitch of privacy. I wanted to get my own place, but the only two people I’d consider living with had men of their own and didn’t need a third wheel—fourth in Tessa’s case—in their space.
What I needed to find was a man of my own. One who wanted me barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, but also wanted my mind, every single part of me. I heaved a sigh over the heavenly thought.
Archer’s left hand showed no evidence of a ring.
I bit the inside of my lip, his card burning my skin through my pants pocket. My stomach flipped over, my palms grew damp. I’d always been a chicken, always sat back and let my dad do things for me. I wasn’t lazy, just nervous about trying to do things for myself. The only problem, I never felt satisfied, never fulfilled by others ‘doing’ for me.
“Maybe it’s time to do something for myself,” I mumbled, turning into my parent’s driveway. The thought tightened my stomach as the dogs barked and raced across the yard to greet me. I opened the door and Johnny’s drum practice from the garage crashed against my ears.
“Izzy!” my mom’s holler came from the house’s open windows. “I told you to clean this room!”
Yeah. I heaved a sigh and started toward the front door, the dogs bumping into my legs, tongues drooling on my shoes. “Perhaps it’s time.”
© Lynn Burke 2018
ABOUT LYNN BURKE:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
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