Saturday, October 1, 2016

OUT NOW -- Chained to the Tiger's Bed (Alphas Unleashed)

My new release with All Romance -- Chained to the Tiger's Bed is OUT NOW!

What’s ten million to a multi-billionaire, when he wants someone worth much more?

When Dylan Howell is handed over to a ruthless tiger to pay his father’s business debt, he’s sure his life is over. He won’t be used and abused as a sexual slave to the shifter, no matter how much he craves Jameson Ravensworth’s touch.

Jameson knows the omega lion is his from the minute the man walks into his office. The money means nothing, not when something he desires more is offered up to him.

Dylan struggles to fend off Jameson and his wicked lusts. The lion soon learns the depths of Jameson’s dark delights as well as senses his own depravity. As his body is tormented, he grows closer to the tiger, but how can he fall in love when he’s owned body and soul?

Warnings: Anal sex, anal play, sex toy use, BDSM, bondage, punishment, spanking, flogging, submission, forced seduction, rimming, enema play


Weeks on a train had an ill effect on Jameson’s body. Between the horrid food and the constant noise, he was happy to finally see his trip come to an end. He rose from his seat and stretched his fatigued limbs as the car he’d been imprisoned in slowed to a stop. The British East India Company had built this rail line to export their Indian goods back to the United Kingdom, not to transport passengers—although, from what Jameson had been reading, they had been bringing a number of troops to the savage land to quell the numerous uprisings of late.

The bellman assigned to him for the trip opened the door at the front of the car. Stewart, while unused to serving gentlemen, had been quite adept at his job. Jameson knew he would not have handled the journey as well had it not been for the man.

“My lord, I have been told there will be a gentleman awaiting you at the station to show you to your father,” Stewart said. “I will have one of our men take your baggage to his manor.”

Jameson clasped Stewart on the shoulder. “I thank you for your continued assistance. My journey would’ve been arduous without it.”
Stewart smiled and bent slightly at the waist before urging him forward. Jameson followed the man outside the car and stepped down onto solid ground for the first time in far too long. His calves shook… his whole body did. The vibrations of the train still moved through his body with each step he took.

“Lord Jameson Ravensworth?”

Jameson turned at the sound of his name, spoken with thickly accented English. A tall, dark-brown-skinned man eyed him with curious golden eyes. He wore a tunic embroidered with a thread almost the same color as those eyes—as well as a turban of a similar shade. It was a stark reminder Jameson was no longer in England. There would likely be more interesting sights to behold along this voyage. A smile came to his lips at the thought of it all. “I am he.”

“Follow me,” the man said, turning.

Jameson watched as the man quickly turned tail and left him. Thanks to a long and even gait, Jameson was quickly left behind. He placed his top hat on before trailing to catch the man. After walking through a gated door and out onto the street, he felt a stabbing pain to the back of his head…

Just before darkness captured him.


Jameson awoke, his head throbbing painfully. He opened his eyes to the barest of light and it still hurt unbearably. After a few minutes, he realized he was lying on a collection of silk pillows that seemed to fill the floor about him. More silk hung from the rafters and drifted down, billowing in the evening breeze. At least, he thought it was evening from the pale light filtering in through those drapes.

“Jameson Ravensworth.”

Jameson turned his head too quickly. Pain radiated from the base of his skull, making him clench his teeth. When he was finally able to focus on who had called his name, he saw the same man from the train yard.

“What have you done to me? Where am I?”

“Your questions will be answered soon enough,” the man said. “Follow me.”

Jameson frowned. “The last time I did that, it did not go well.”

The man spun to face Jameson. “You have questions, I have answers—but you must come.”

Jameson sat there a moment, trying to consider his alternatives. He had no idea where he was, or of a means of escape from the room. Information was needed, so it was best he opened his eyes and ears and followed the man. He rose, his head swimming as he reached full height. “Lead the way.”
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