Welcome Jolly Rogered Author Wendi Zwaduk

Please give a warm welcome to Wendi Zwaduk. She's a part of the Jolly Rogered collection, out now at Totally Bound and available in general release this Friday, July 11. Her historical pirate story in this collection is Ruined by the Pirate. She's stopped by today with the hero of her book, Captain Killian. Enjoy the banter. :)

Wendi:   Pirates are bad lads, we all know that. But what was the naughtiest thing you ever got up to as a boy?
Killian: As a boy, oh, I don’t know. I knew how to charm the ladies from a young age and could figure out how to get out of a jam pretty easily. 

Wendi:  Where do you keep your parrot?
Killian: Don’t have one, love. Don’t need one. I’m my own man. 

Wendi: In your own words, tell us what your first impression was when you met Sarah. Did you hit it off right away?
Killian: We didn’t hit it off, not at all. I stole her from her yacht. She wasn’t terribly appreciative. She tried to hit me. I didn’t mind, quite frankly. A good roll with her has been fun. I’d give you more details, but even a dirty pirate doesn’t tell all his secrets. 

Wendi: Where do you like to bury your treasure? 
Killian: Now is that a proper question for a pirate? If I told you where I buried it—or would like to—then all of the world would be out hunting for it. 

Wendi:  You've sailed the high seas for a good while now. What is the best place you've ever been to and why do you like it? 
Killian: Anywhere my Sarah happens to be is good enough for me. I’m not terribly particular. 

Wendi:  Women or ships?
Killian: In most cases, I’d say the ship is the thing. I love my vessels—whichever one I happen to be sailing. But if Sarah is thrown into the mix, then I’d take her on my ship. 

Wendi:  Describe yourself in five words. 
Killian: Handsome, suave, dangerous, unpredictable, sexy. I don’t have much restraint, now, do I?

Wendi:  Did you have any serious relationships before Sarah? If so, what happened? How did you break up?
Killian: I did. I was very much in love with a woman, but she didn’t love me. We split because she thought I didn’t have enough to offer her. I took up pirating as a way to make the money. When I came home, she wasn’t there, so I went out to sea again. I liked the company of the waves better than that woman anyhow.

Wendi:  Have you done the Totally Bound Jolly Rogered Quiz yet? What was your score? 
Killian:  I did all right. My pirate name according to the generator was Fish Head Darius...I don't know who created those names, but I think I'll stick with Killian. My regular name is just fine.

Do you want to take the quiz? Go for it. You can find it here:    https://www.surveymonkey.com/s/YWVMRQC

Ruined bythe Pirate  
by Wendi Zwaduk

Historical, M/F, Novella

Two adventurous souls will always find their way together.

Pirates aren’t in vogue in 1910, but that’s not stopping Captain Killian Thomas. His exploits have been splashed all over the newspapers for more than ten years. He takes what he wants, no questions asked. He’s happy with life on the water—until he sees her.

Sarah Moyer, heir to the Moyer real estate fortune is a rare jewel among the upper crust. Her independent ways are notorious. She’s driven a car, traveled to England on her own and flatly refuses to marry the man her father’s picked out for her. The chance encounter with Captain Thomas changes her perspectives. Will she follow the ways of a proper lady or will she allow herself to be ruined by the pirate?

Reader alert: Contains the ruining of a virgin as well as scenes of oral sex, sex on the bed and sex in a cabin. This pirate knows who he wants and he’s not afraid to take her to the orgasmic heights she deserves.

https://www.totallybound.com/ruined-by-the-pirate

EXCERPT:

Copyright © Wendi Zwaduk 2014. All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.

The figure turned around and she gasped. The man from the dock. He grinned and shrugged. “I believe this is called stealing, love.” He grasped her jewelry box from the mantle and tucked it into his large coat.

“Not my things you won’t.” She surged toward him and swung. Instead of connecting with his face, like she’d planned, she bounced her fist off his shoulder. Drat. Her defensive move hadn’t stopped him. Instead, he laughed, which infuriated her more. “Put those down and leave my room. Who do you think you are? You’re not entitled to my things.”

“Darling, I don’t want your jewelry.” He placed the box back on the mantle. “I came here for something else. You.”

Killian Thomas watched the minx squirm. He’d knocked her for a loop by admitting the truth. Her dark eyebrows knotted as she glared at him.

“Why would you be here for me?” She gripped the front of her coat. “I’m not anyone important.”

“I suppose you’re going to tell me I’m wasting my time.” He stalked toward her, capturing her in his arms and pinning her between his body and the wall. “Sarah, love, I’m a pirate and I’ve come to collect my booty.”

“Me?” she squeaked.

“There aren’t any other eligible, beautiful women on board.” He shouldn’t have let that slip—never tell the person you’re kidnapping that you’re attracted to them. He turned her around in his arms and clamped one hand over her mouth. “I bet your father would pay a hefty price to get you back, wouldn’t he?”

She nodded and dug her teeth into his finger. Ah, the minx wanted to play dirty. He hauled her tight to his body, pressing his growing erection into her backside. “This isn’t the time for games. You and I are going to go outside where my ship is waiting. My men have overtaken the crew of this ship. If you scream, I’ll whip your ass. Understand me?”

She froze again, but allowed him to move her forward. He hated to threaten her with something he’d never do—intentionally hurt a woman—but desperate times called for desperate measures. Killian slipped one arm around her waist, keeping her close.

“Say anything and I’ll lock you in my quarters.” Killian moved his hand, but kept her firmly in his grasp. He nodded to Andrews, his first mate. “We’ve got our cargo. Let’s move.”

Gunfire rang out around him as he muscled Sarah onto his small boat. She wobbled a couple of times on the narrow gangplank between the ships, but unlike most of his crew, she managed. She fought him, sending the smaller boat teetering.

“Hold still or I’ll use manacles on you,” Killian snapped. He turned his attention to his cohort. “Go.”

Andrews furiously rowed the life boat away from the massive yacht. He cackled a few times as they pulled away.  Thankfully, Sarah stopped thrashing.

“You can’t take her,” one of the men screamed from the luxury ship. “Pirates!”

“What will you do about it?” Killian volleyed back. “You’ll storm my ship? Not a chance. Andrews, full speed ahead.” He thrust Sarah to the floor until they were out of range of the bullets. Once they reached his stolen yacht, he snatched her from the soggy planks of the smaller boat. He didn’t give her time to think as he dragged her to the backside of the ship. From the moment he spotted her on the docks a month before, he knew he needed Sarah. She made his heart sing in ways he thought impossible.

“These are my quarters.” He opened the door to his private rooms. “Wait here.”

“But I didn’t say anything,” she protested. Some of the pins had fallen from her hair and two dark chocolate colored tendrils slipped over her shoulders. To other men, she might have looked disheveled. In his eyes, she embodied beauty, strength and fire.

“Very true, but your crew wishes me dead. I’d rather you lived as well.”

“They wouldn’t want me dead if you’d stayed on your boat and left me alone.” She attempted to tuck her hair back into the messy bun.

“Love, I’m wanted in many places for many things. None of those heists mattered compared to having you.”

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A note from Wendi: 

I’ve always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line.  I love playing with words and letting the characters run wild.

NASCAR, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, animals and second chance romance all feature prominently in my books.  I also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer. Come join me for this fantastic journey!  

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Five Courses is now a *New Release*

Happy Friday everyone! 

I'm excited to share with you my new release, Five Courses. This short story first appeared in the anthology, Whip It Up!, but now you have a chance to grab it for your very own. Below is a snippet to entice, and the cover for you to drool. hehehe (you're welcome). Oh, and as an fyi, this story is for anyone who has ever had chef-inspired fantasies. ;-)

Five Courses

by Ayla Ruse

Publisher: Totally Bound

Paying the price for breaking the rules has never been so delicious.

Trent and Mike rule their kitchen like they do their subs—with firm command and guiding strokes. Only they haven't enjoyed a sub in months, not since Melissa moved in with them. She's getting over a broken heart and seems so fragile that they don't want to scare her away.

When the men come home from their club early one night, they catch her breaking just about every rule they have in their kitchen. Now the gloves are off.

Melissa, trembling under their gaze, is given ten seconds to decide her fate—she can walk away and lose any hope of growing her relationship with these men, or she can stay and submit to their creative punishment for her misdeeds…

Excerpt: 

Mike sank onto the couch with an audible sigh.

“Nothing catching your eye tonight, either?” Trent asked.

Mike turned his head and studied his best friend and business partner. He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. 

They both suffered from the same problem. Wanting a woman they couldn’t have.

The music pumped loud through their favorite club, the lights dim except for the stations. Mike crossed his arms over his chest and watched one sub being spanked, another being flogged and still another kneeling before her Dom.

“This sucks,” Trent commented without heat. “I’ve never had it this bad for a woman. I look around and all I see is Melissa.”

Mike nodded his head in agreement. “I don’t know whether to thank you or punch you for talking me into having her rent the middle loft.”

“I didn’t have to talk you into shit, Mike. She had nowhere to go. You would have offered her the loft by the end of that night if I hadn’t mentioned it first.”

Mike grunted at the truth in Trent’s words. That impulsive decision to give temporary aid to a woman in need had led to their four-story building being infused with the sights, sounds and scents of a woman they couldn’t touch. Amend that—wouldn’t touch. In the months she’d been living with them, she’d shown herself to be trustworthy, fun, spontaneous, dependable and of course, sexy as hell. Even when she raided the industrial-size refrigerator in the middle of the night sporting that ratty-ass robe of hers that covered every inch of skin, all he wanted to do was strip it off and feast on her delectable body.

Mike set his hands on his thighs. He liked control. Savored it. Commanded it. But the constant thoughts of the woman out of their reach made him antsy, which irritated him to no end.

Trent interrupted Mike’s thoughts. “She seemed happy to see us go tonight. Makes me wonder what she’s up to?”

Mike sat back. “Shit, Trent, we have it bad. As far as Melissa, she’s no doubt fast asleep.”

“I wonder if she ever dreams of us?”

Mike laughed. “Okay, I think you have it worse than me. When has she ever given any indication that she’s attracted to us? Not only that, she seems too vanilla. Remember the asshole she was engaged to? That was the kind of man who wants a quick fuck on Wednesday night from the wife, but gets nasty with any hooker he can find on the weekends.”

Trent scrubbed his face, calling Mike’s attention to him once more. “Fuck, Mike. This isn’t working tonight. 

I know it’s early, but I’m ready to head home.”

Mike agreed and followed Trent outside. The cool air felt good as they made their way to the car.

“There’s the Crewson job coming up next week,” Mike commented, forcing his mind away from Melissa.

“When we get home, I think I’ll work on those new crêpes.”

“Sounds good. I’ll probably whip up a batch of gelato. It’ll take my mind off Melissa.”

Mike chuckled. “Do you think she knows?”

“What? That we’re Doms?”

“Yeah. She’s submissive through and through, yet she sees us as nothing more than a couple of roommates.”

“I know. But then we’ve never put her in a position to force her submissive side, have we?”

Mike shook his head. “No.” He tapped his foot and looked up to Trent, adding, “It’d be sweet, wouldn’t it?”

They shared a smile before they climbed into the car to make the long drive back to their building.

 
Tuck it away, Mike, he told himself, almost like a mantra, preparing to go home to a woman they couldn’t touch.

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Now for the best part...

You can pick up your copy of Five Courses - today! - at a super low price, from any of these terrific ebooksellers:

Totally Bound
All Romance eBooks
Amazon
Barnes and Noble (I will update this link as it becomes available)

Keep in touch, there's more to come. And have a safe and fantastic weekend! 
~Ayla 

Congratulations!

I have two winner's announcements!

In the Whip It Up! Contest sponsored from Victoria Blisse's blog,

Jennifer is the winner of the ebook, Serena's Prince. 

In the Do You Feel the Magic Contest with Marie Harte, Linnea won a $15 giftcard and the ebook, Soulless. 

Big Congratulations to these lucky winners!

An Explicit Hump Day Hump for You

Welcome to Wednesday and to the Hump Day Humps, courtesy of Marteeka Karland. Immerse yourself in the following excerpt (for mature adults only), then click on the banner below to see who else is partaking in this sexy endeavor. 

The following excerpt is from my latest Changeling Press release, To Free a Djinn. Click here for more information on (and to purchase) the book. Be forewarned, I jump right on in here. ;-)


Explicit Excerpt from To Free a Djinn
by Ayla Ruse

Releasing Nico's cock long enough to pull out Justin's, Rebecca shivered with excitement. There was a time, centuries ago, she'd belonged to powerful sheiks who hadn't minded sharing her.
 
She hadn't lied to Justin and Nico. Pleasing both of them right now made her nipples hard and her pussy throb.
 
She tugged on Justin's leg until he set his butt against the counter, hip to hip with Nico. One man tall, dark, dressed in jeans and a black pullover. The other, decked out in dress slacks and a white shirt. Both had their gazes glued to her. She licked her lips and thrilled at the simultaneous jerk of their erections.

Leaning forward, she ran her tongue up and down the underside of Justin's cock. He watched her but didn't say a word. Nico ran his fingers though her hair, tucking it behind her ear, and she smiled at the men. Keeping eye contact with Justin, she sucked his thick cock into her mouth. Her lips remained tight around his shaft, and she licked him constantly when he shifted his hips, pressing farther, deeper. Without taking his eyes from hers, Justin pushed Nico's fingers away, held her head in both hands, and encouraged her to take as much of him as she could.

Justin was huge -- both men were -- but whereas Nico was long, Justin was thick. She gagged as his cock hit the back of her throat, but he waited for her to adjust. When she gave a little nod, he pushed even more of himself into her mouth.

When he let pressure off her head, she slid back oh, so slowly and tightly, sucking hard the entire time. His groan was music to her ears.

She flicked her tongue around the thick crown and deep throated him a few more times before switching back to Nico.

"That's it, Rebecca," Nico praised as he let her control her movements. Nico gripped the edge of the counter behind him.

She kept her fists closed tight around them, pumping and working her mouth on first one, then the other. Back and forth she went, physically tugging the men closer at each pass until they'd tilted their hips toward one another and their cocks touched tip to tip.

Feeling naughty, she tugged one more time and rubbed the smooth crowns together while she ran her tongue over and between both. She angled them, allowing her to suck the bulbous head of each into her mouth at the same time.

By this time, all three of them were moaning. Justin and Nico's hands stroked her hair, and she sucked at a furious pace. Her saliva dripped down her chin, down their shafts and off the base of their cocks.

"Oh, Justin, Nico. Come for me. Please." Rebecca couldn't wait to taste them on her tongue.

She liked the rumble of Justin's choked laugh. "Rebecca, baby, we aren't used to doing what our sub commands, but in this instance, we're happy to comply."

Nico surged into her hand and she turned her head just as the first spurt of his come jetted out. She captured the shot on her tongue before his jerking cock spewed his seed across her cheek. She lapped at him until she felt the telltale throb in Justin's cock. Again, she opened her mouth to capture his release. She continued to pump and lick as they groaned and came all over her face -- just as Braden had earlier commanded. She didn't release them until their cocks were clean.

Justin pulled away first. Nico followed, and something unspoken passed between them. Before Rebecca could understand exactly what, Justin pulled her to her feet, twisted her around, and lifted her up to the makeup counter.

"What?" she started, but the men weren't in the mood to talk. Her butt had hardly met the counter before Justin pulled her legs over his shoulders and buried his head between her thighs.

"Oooh," she cried, trailing her fingers though his thick head of hair. His tongue pushed against the sheer fabric of her pants, soaking the material with her own wetness. He lapped at her through the material, and she felt every touch through the gauze. Her pussy hadn't had this kind of attention in more years than she could remember. Most of her Masters wanted their own pleasure with little thought to her needs. These men knew what they were doing, and she stifled the regret she couldn't be so lucky as to be theirs.

Not to be outdone, Nico tugged open her vest and pulled one of her nipples into his hot mouth, his tongue lashing across the tip and his teeth nipping hard. Rebecca tightened her fingers in his long hair. Not so much to pull him off, but because she loved the rough attention. To encourage more from him, she thrust out her chest and shoved her breast further into Nico's mouth.

"Oh, Justin. Nico. I want more. Yes!"

She was close to coming. The men ravished her, and she thrilled at the sensations. Her body thrummed with excitement between them. Her need spiraled up, tighter and tighter, then --

Then she felt a different pull. Braden was calling to her. Now. Insistent. She felt the new command in every fiber of her being and, despite anything she wanted, she couldn't ignore her master's command.

"No!" she screamed, seconds before her orgasm, and seconds before her body disappeared in a blaze of blue and green flames.

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Thanks for sharing a bit of your Hump Day with me. See you around~
Ayla