Thursday, 30 July 2015

New Release: My Obsession by Cassie Ryan


My Obsession
Club Desire # 1
By: Cassie Ryan
Releasing July 21, 2015
Loveswept



My Obsession

Club Desire Series


In this story of temptation and total surrender for readers of Sylvia Day and J. Kenner, a powerful master gives his dream girl a new beginning in the dungeons of decadent ecstasy.

Running from a troubled past, Sandra Barry spent years hiding out in New York City’s BDSM scene, finding satisfaction and even a sense of community as a sub at a large dungeon. But when a stalker joins the dungeon posing as a Dom, he crosses her personal boundaries, giving her no choice but to return home to Arizona. Seeking refuge once again in the kink lifestyle, Sandra meets a sexy new Dom whose tutelage drives her wild—although there’s something familiar about him she just can’t place.

As a teenager, Brent Weston was a nerd. Now he owns the hottest dungeon in Phoenix, enjoying the power and success he’s always craved. All that’s missing is the right woman to share it with. Then one day Sandra, his secret high school crush, walks into his club. She’s just as beautiful as he remembers. She’s also scared as hell. Brent has been waiting for this moment, and now that Sandra’s in his sights, he’ll do anything to protect her, pleasure her—and prove that he’s the only master worthy of her devotion.




“We have cameras in all of the common areas. There’s no crime in watchingespecially here.” He looked away, but not before Sandra caught sight of the smoldering heat in his gaze. She wondered what angle the camera captured and how much of the specifics he’d seen while she was in the waiting room. . . . She supposed it didn’t matter. There was no disguising what she’d done. And if it caused the kind of searing look she’d just seen in Master Brent’s eyes, she was glad he saw her, and wouldn’t mind showing him again in person.
He continued, “Here, most things legal and consensual are possible. And there are those of us who like to watch.” His quick conspiratorial wink surprised a smile from her before she could stop it.
“Watching is one of my particular favorites, which is why I designed the basement levels this way.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I was lucky the corporation who owned this site before I bought it had already done quite a bit of blasting and excavating down into the mountain for whatever project they were planning. It was still incredibly expensive to clear enough space for four full basement levels, but I think you’ll see that the final result was more than worth it.”
A soft chiming had her looking around for the source of the sound.
Master Brent turned the key in the panel and then slid the key back out, pocketing it as the doors whooshed open.
Sandra looked out into dark gloom, and fear snaked along her spine, tensing every muscle and kicking adrenaline and the urge to flee through her system. She backed up, hugging the wall of the elevator as if it were a lifeline.
What had she done? She’d come down here with a man she barely knew, and she was alone.
Alone, but not helpless. She raised her chin and mentally firmed her resolve. She wasn’t helpless. Never again. She’d sworn that to herself when she’d left Phoenix after high school to take NYU up on their full scholarship.
She took deep breaths and sighed as the fear slowly receded.
Brent must have noticed her discomfort because he murmured, “I’m sorry. Let me get the lights. Basement 4 probably wasn’t the best place for us to start, but I wanted to show you the setup.”
“It’s all right. Really,” she mumbled as she heard his footsteps head off to the right. She forced herself to take a few steps forward to at least look out of the elevator before the doors closed and sealed her inside. She gripped the side of the door and peered into the gloom, looking both to her left and right.
A small row of lights snaked along the floor, like the kind you would find in a movie theater. Just bright enough to help you find your way.
From the pattern of the lights, the hallway curved around on both sides, and made a giant circle.
She could imagine the floor above with a large circular gallery allowing members to look down and watch whatever was going on down here on the Big Top of Basement 4.
A spotlight flared to life to her left and she blinked hard, letting her eyes adjust. The light centered over a St. Andrew’s cross and a large nearby table with drawers underneath.
Another spotlight to the right of the first blinked on and showed a set of hanging bondage hooks suspended from large beams. Chains and various rings hung from the beams off to either side of the hooks, just waiting for various types of play.
More spotlights flickered on in quick succession. Without leaving the elevator, she really couldn’t see what each play area held.
She huffed at her ridiculous fears and forced herself forward, heading to the right, where Master Brent had gone.
As she followed the curving path, play areas were sectioned off on her left. As she advanced they became larger, and the equipment more ominous. She spotted a spanking horse, a set of stocks like those she imagined would be found in a medieval town to punish the disobedient and lawbreakers, a few bondage beds and tables, and even a hot tub with bondage hooks and various large rings suspended over it.
She’d seen equipment like this at the other dungeon, but unease pricked along her spine at the possibilities of what could go on down here. Master Brent had said most things legal were fair game, but she knew that even legal things could encompass a very wide range of kink.
The imagery of being a fairy princess carried off to her doom returned, and she shivered as she remembered her silent wish for an erotic doom. But oddly, even with the ominous assortment of equipment down here, she suspected Master Brent would turn any play erotic and fun.
The thought stopped her and she turned to face the play area on her left. A spanking bench was positioned next to what looked suspiciously like a coffin, and several electronic devices she couldn’t even begin to identify.
Just what went on down here under the superexclusive Big Top?


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Cassie Ryan (aka Tina Gerow) started her career writing steamy paranormal romance under another pen name. However, when one of her critique partners suggested she try her hand at contemporary romance, she gave it a shot—and Cassie Ryan was officially born. She lives in Phoenix, Arizona, and besides being a write-a-holic, is a frequent speaker on several writing and motivational topics.
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New Release Spotlight:Out Of Time by Beth Flynn


OUT OF TIME is the HIGHLY ANTICIPATED sequel to NINE MINUTES where Grizz, Kit & Grunt's gritty tale continues! You aren’t going to want to miss this!




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RECOMMENDED FOR READERS 18 AND OLDER DUE TO
STRONG LANGUAGE, SEXUAL SITUATIONS AND VIOLENCE
Out of Time is book two in a series. It is not a standalone novel. I highly recommend that you read my first novel, Nine Minutes, to be able to understand the background stories of the main characters. There are many twists and turns in both stories that can best be connected if read consecutively.
Although I do answer all of the outstanding questions from Nine Minutes, there is more to this story, and some readers may consider it a cliffhanger. If you do not like cliffhangers, you may want to wait until the third novel is released in 2016.
They thought with his execution it would all be over.
They were wrong.
The leader of one of South Florida’s most notorious and brutal motorcycle gangs has been put to death by lethal injection. Days later, his family and friends should have been picking up the pieces, moving on. Instead, they’ve been catapulted into a world so twisted and dangerous even the most ruthless among them would be stunned to discover the tangled web of deception, not only on the dangerous streets of South Florida but all the way to the top.
In this gripping follow-up novel to Nine Minutes, Out of Time takes readers from the sun-drenched flatlands of 1950s Central Florida to the vivid tropical heat of Fort Lauderdale to the halls of Florida’s Death Row as we finally learn the gritty backstory of Jason “Grizz” Talbot and the secret he spent his life trying to conceal.
Not even Grizz’s inner circle knows his full story—the tragedy that enveloped his early life, the surprise discovery that made him the government’s most wanted and most feared, and the depths of his love for Ginny, the tenderhearted innocent he’d once abducted and later made his wife.
Once Grizz’s obsession and now the mother of his child, Ginny has spent years grieving the man she’d first resisted and then came to love. Now remarried to Tommy, a former member of the gang, the pair have spent more than a decade trying desperately to live a normal existence far from the violent, crime-ridden world they’d once carved out on the edge of the Florida Everglades. For Tommy, especially, the stakes are high. Desperately in love with Ginny for years, he’s finally living his dream: married to the woman he never thought he could have. But even with the fa├žade of normalcy—thriving careers, two beautiful children, and a genuinely happy and loving marriage—they can’t seem to put the past behind them. Every time they turn around, another secret is revealed, unraveling the very bonds that hold them together.
And with Grizz finally put to death, now Ginny has learned secrets so dark, so evil she’s not even sure she can go on.
Will these secrets tear their love to pieces? And how far will Grizz go to protect what he still considers his, even from beyond the grave?



1979
Yes! There is something I want for my birthday. Something I really want! I’ve been thinking about our prom date last year.”
You want another romantic night at Martin’s beach house?” He grinned, relieved. A night making love with Kit at the beach house. Ohhhhh yeahhhh.
No. Not the beach house.” She was bouncing in her seat now. “I want you to take me out! Dancing. I want to go to a club and go dancing.”
His smile faded and he looked a little deflated. He wasn’t going to tell her his name. He wasn’t going to go to church with her. How could he tell her no to the third thing she’d asked for?
Shit, baby. You have to know I’m not a dancer. I barely got by with the slow dancing in Martin’s gazebo.”
I want to go dancing, Grizz. Please! The only time I ever get to dance is when I convince Axel to dance with me in number four. And you know that’s barely ever. He won’t do it if there are a lot of people at the motel. He doesn’t want to risk being seen.”
Grizz had to smile at this. He’d walked in more than once on Axel and Kit dancing to one of those groups that Kit loved. If you asked him, those guys’ voices sounded like someone had their balls in a vice. A high-pitched squeal is all he ever heard and he never stayed around long enough to listen to an entire song.
Why do you dance to a song about a bald-headed woman?” He’d asked her once.
Axel and Kit had stopped and peered at him strangely. “What do you mean by bald headed woman?” Kit had asked as Grizz turned the stereo down.
These guys, who sound like women, are singing about a bald-headed woman,” Grizz replied.
She’d started laughing. “The Bee Gees are saying ‘more than a woman,’ Grizz. Not bald-headed woman! The song is called More Than a Woman and I happen to love it.”
Whatever it’s called, it still sucks. I’m outta here.”
Grizz appreciated that Axel danced with his wife. And yes, he knew Axel’s other secret, too. He honestly didn’t care. He didn’t care what any guy decided to do with his dick as long as it was never near his wife. But he also knew he had to keep Axel’s secret. As leader, he had final say as to who could be in the gang. Still, he knew not everyone would be tolerant of Axel’s lifestyle. It was just easier to let it stay a secret. And besides, he was certain nobody suspected a thing.
I don’t dance, Kit.” Grizz said now, shaking his head.
But I want to go dancing for my birthday.” She folded her arms and gave him an accusing look. “You asked!”
He shook his head slightly and looked at her. “Can’t I just buy you another car?”


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Beth Flynn is a fiction writer who lives and works in Sapphire, North Carolina, deep within the southern Blue Ridge Mountains. Raised in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, Beth and her husband, Jim, have spent the last 17 years in Sapphire, where they own a construction company. They have been married 31 years and have two daughters and two dogs. In her spare time, Beth enjoys writing, reading, gardening, church and motorcycles, especially taking rides on the back of her husband’s Harley. She is a five-year breast cancer survivor.


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