This anthology contains BDSM elements, explicit sex, and adult language.
Eighteen years of age or older please!
A decade may have passed, but neither of them forgot…
Denver’s Roses and Thorns was first mentioned in Mastering Rayne as Colin and Aaron are working to set up the new Club Zodiac. Master Robert is the owner of the club and he’s about to get quite the surprise.
Macy has decided it’s time to shake things up and convinces Ella to go to the Club with her, leaving out the fact it’s a BDSM club. At first Ella isn’t sure about the whole thing but then she is intrigued. The last person she expected to see was Robert, her ex. The one she can’t forget.
This is a favorite scene.
She narrowed her gaze further, ignoring his question. “You broke up with me.”
He nodded. “I did. It seemed…necessary.” Though for some reason he couldn’t fathom why at the moment.
“Was there another woman?” she asked, making him realize she had spent the past decade wondering why he’d dumped her while he’d spent those ten years missing her intensely.
He shook his head. “No. No one who mattered. Not then. And not since.”
She closed her eyes slowly, tipping her face into his palm. “Why, then?”
“You were so young. Innocent. Way too good for me. I didn’t want to introduce you to my world. It didn’t seem fair.”
Suddenly, she took a step back, jerking away from his hand and crossing her arms. “You broke up with me because you didn’t want to tell me you owned a chain of fetish clubs?”
He nodded. It seemed ludicrous now all of the sudden. But he rushed to explain. “I’m a Dom, Ella. I rarely date outside of the fetish world. You were the one and only woman I ever went out with that long, pretending to be vanilla.”
She narrowed her gaze. “Pretending…”
He inhaled slowly. “I don’t mean to imply our entire relationship was a farce. I wasn’t pretending to enjoy your company. I simply didn’t want you to know I was a Dom.”
For long moments, she said nothing. He feared she might turn around and walk away from him. He wasn’t willing to risk that, so he spoke again. “Would you permit me to take Jerry’s place? Show you around? Demonstrate a few things if you’re interested?”
“Why? Why now? You walked away from me a decade ago, and now you want to show me your world?”
“I tried to stay out of sight and let you explore on your own, but when I realized Master Jerry was going to do more than show you his implements, I couldn’t…” He cleared his throat. “I couldn’t watch. If you want to learn more, I’ll be the one to show you.”
“Awfully cocky of you.” She tipped her head to one side, sliding more into the defensive. “Perhaps I’d rather have Jerry show me. It’s been a long time, Robert. Maybe I don’t want to spend time with you. Maybe I’ve moved on.” Her face flushed a darker red as she spoke.
He took another gamble, one of many he imagined taking before the night was over, and stepped closer. He reached for her crossed arms and tugged them. She easily released her grip and let him lower her hands to her sides.
She was shaking. She also licked her lips. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. He could feel her pulse at her wrists. Nothing about her stance matched her words.
He lowered his voice. “Have you?”
“Of course.” Her voice was too weak. Sharp. Her response too quick.
He smiled. “Well, I haven’t. And I don’t believe you have either.”
“Do me a favor. Give me two hours. Let me introduce you to my world. I won’t ask you for anything else. Just two hours under my care. Afterward, you can walk right out the door without even giving me your phone number.”
Jameson, Becca. Making Memories (Kindle Locations 339-356). Kindle Edition.
The chemistry between these two is off the charts and the story compelling.
I love second chance stories and this one is kindle melting.
5 Contented Purrs for Becca!
I need to take a break. Figure out who I am and where I want to go in this next chapter of my life.
Divorced after many years of marriage can be difficult, but being able to remain friends is a gift.
Now starting over in a place that is warm and full of good memories of the past. Pat has made some friends and also a decision to find a more permanent residence.
This is a favorite scene.
“Pat, what are you doing here so early?” Dorian asks.
“Yeah, shouldn’t you still be sleeping? Recovering from your amazing performance?” Greta asks with a shit-eating grin.
“If I weren’t a gentleman, I might consider telling you were to stick that smart-ass compliment, but since I am, I’ll let it go.”
Greta returns my comment with a raspberry and Dorian lets out a hearty chuckle. These two women are probably a big reason I decided to stay. Their easy-going ways made me feel like I belonged. Yeah, they asked about my life, and maybe were a bit nosier than I would have liked, but never have I felt an ounce of judgment from them. When I’m with them the air around me seems somehow lighter and I like that.
“So, really, what brings you down here this time of day? Need a bit of the hair of the dog?”
I slide onto my usual barstool and fold my hands on the bar top in front of me. “Nah, had that already over at the diner. I just came back from a jog and impromptu swim. Can I get a water?”
Greta places a glass in front of me and angles the drink spout over top, shooting the chilled water into the glass. In two gulps, I’ve drained the contents and she just as quickly gives me a refill.
“I was thinking it’s time for me to start looking for a more permanent residence and thought you two,” I wiggle my long finger between the two beauties, “may have some thoughts on decent, inexpensive rentals in the area.”
As if waiting for me to ask, Dorian responds quickly. “As a matter of fact, I know of a great place.”
“Really?” I ask in excitement.
“Yep, my Aunt owns a little quadplex off of Whitehead Street. She rents three of the units out to tourists mainly, but I’m sure she’d consider renting to you for an extended period, if you’re interested.” Greta looks over at Dorian with almost a what the fuck expression. I’m not sure what’s going on with these two, but honestly, I don’t know that I care.
“What is the rent?”
“I’m not sure considering she usually rents it by the week, but I bet she’d be willing to make you a good deal since you are a friend of ours.”
“Sounds great. Would you talk to her for me?”
“You bet. I’ll call her now.” Dorian reaches into her back pocket and pulls out her cell phone, before stepping away to make the call.
Lee, Brooke. Making Memories (Kindle Locations 916-936). Kindle Edition.
The apartment is perfect and Pat is happy with it, that is until he realizes the owner is the woman who broke his heart by disappearing so very long ago.
Another kindle melting second chance journey.
5 Contented Purrs for Brooke!
I never considered him a mistake because he was the best thing that I had found. He was also the best thing that I was forced to lose.
Erin’s ten year reunion was coming up and she was on the ledge about going, even though she had the plane tickets and reservations. In many ways she wanted to go, if only to see if Landon would be there.
The pain of letting him go all those years ago is still with her, but she accomplished the goals her parents set for her.
This is a favorite scene.
Why now? Why message me now?
You have to go to the reunion. I will be there and I want to see you.
What was I supposed to say? He was the only reason that I would go and now, he is going to be there and wanted to see me. An hour ago, I had a novel worth of things to say to him. Right now, I could barely form a sentence.
You knew enough about me, but how can I be sure that you are who you say that you are?
You lied to me and I let you get away with it. You told me that you didn’t love me and I let you go on for years letting you think I believed you.
I know better now. I should have called you a week ago. Things may have been different now.
You could call me now.
I am not in a place that I can talk. Even this is a bit more than most are allowed.
I was hesitant in my request because I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to talk to him. Not yet. I was relieved by his response.
Ok. I will go to the reunion.
I want you to know that I forgive you. For everything that you said. I never believed it.
I shouldn’t have done it and you are right, I am sorry.
How did you know that I wasn’t going? I had already bought my plane ticket.
Like it or not, I know you. I knew you 10 years ago and it is nice to see that the real you didn’t change.
I am the same person.
With no leash, exactly the Erin that I fell in love with and never stopped. Good night, Erin.
Johnson, Virginia. Making Memories (Kindle Locations 1590-1614). Kindle Edition.
The reunion began like every reunion, as old friends and acquaintances meet up. However, this one had a most surprising twist. After reading the first two books, it was both shocking and thought provoking.
Get the tissues out for this one.
5 Contented Purrs for Virginia!
Getting out of an abusive relationship is not easy, but Kayla was strong and leaves. She’s moved back to where she grew up and was happy. Fortunate that there was a place for her to move into on the property of family friends.
She runs into their son Seth again while out with a girlfriend and then again as he picks up his sick daughter at the school where she’s working.
Reconnecting they have that first date while his daughter is visiting with her mother.
This is a favorite scene.
They shared grins, enjoyed the meal and spent the rest of the time reminiscing about the old days, both good and bad. She told him about her new job, and he told her that Maria had invited him to the cookout the next day. She was going to be there too.
She smiled across the table, happy, relaxed and knowing that the non-date was going well. The drive wasn’t bad, even for Reno, and they laughed and listened to old songs that brought back crazy memories. Even though they were older now, and both had been through a lot, they slipped easily back into their roles as the closest of friends, without benefits.
It occurred to her toward the end of their meal that one of the most impressive things about Seth was the fact that he never dug his phone out of his pocket and checked his email. He focused his attentions on her. And his steak. Man, he could eat. A dirty little thought ran through her head as she wondered if he was this passionate when eating other things.
Seth had moved into dessert mode, talking her into sharing a dish of tiramisu, and busily inhaling his half, when he looked up at her, and paused with his spoon halfway to his mouth. Her eyes were locked on something behind him. He turned, but all he could see were people wandering around in the casino outside the restaurant.
Kayla blinked and looked down at her lunch. “Nothing, I thought I saw something.”
“You don’t look okay. What was it? What did you see?”
She never got the chance to finish her sentence.
“Well, well, well. Look who’s here having a good time. Hello, sexy.” A man’s voice sounded behind him and obviously upset Kayla. He watched her lift her chin and put down her coffee cup carefully into the saucer.
“So, who’s the new guy? This your next victim?” The man moved up next to Kayla.
Seth wasn’t sure if he should get up and stick his steak knife into this asshole’s neck or keep quiet. So he decided to shoot for something in between.
“Hey bud, we’re enjoying our evening. Why don’t you do the same? I’m sure you can find yourself a crack whore to take care of you.” Then he eased away from the table and rose to his feet.
Evan wasn’t the smartest of characters, and hadn’t noticed that the guy slurping tiramisu was actually six inches taller and at least thirty pounds heavier than him. Those thirty pounds were muscle.
He looked up at Seth and did his best to puff out his inadequate chest. It was a failed attempt but he didn’t want to back down.
“I’m in a good mood and I would prefer not to make a scene. Kayla obviously doesn’t want you here, so how about you go back out the way you came in, before I drag you out.” Seth smiled. “By the balls. Assuming you have ‘em.” He sat back down. He fought his anger, but under the table his fists clenched as waited for Evan to shoot off his mouth and say something else.
“Well Kayla, I’ll be contacting you about that money you owe me, and those other items you stole.” With a smirk he looked over to Seth. “Be careful with this one, stud. She may be a great fuck, but she’ll rip your heart out.”
Carpenter, S.L.. Making Memories (Kindle Locations 1969-1994). Kindle Edition.
Lots of fun and a seriously intense twist in this second chance story. Plus it also contains some kindle melting heat.
5 Contented Purrs for S.L.!
He was her first love, her first kiss, the man who left without a word.
Jillian was just trying to get everything ready for a big meeting. The caterers were late and after confirming they wouldn’t be on time, Jillian sets out to pick up the food.
An accident has her pinned in her car and the next thing she knows she’s in the hospital. The first voice she actually registers is one she never thought to hear again.
Nash was her surgeon, her first love the one who left without a word.
It’s after he discharges her that he calls for a date.
This is a favorite scene.
Taking her glass of wine, she took a seat on the couch in the living room and waited patiently for Nash to arrive. Picking up her phone from the coffee table, she looked at the time and saw that he should arrive any minute. As she was getting ready to check her emails, there was a knock at the door.
Downing the rest of her wine, she placed the empty glass on the counter as she made her way to the door. Taking a quick look at herself in the hall mirror, she had to admit that she looked good for as nervous as she was. Opening the door, Nash was even more handsome than when she had seen him in his scrubs. He was wearing a black suit jacket with a white button-down shirt underneath. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought he came from a photo shoot. He was every bit as gorgeous as any top male model.
Knowing she was staring at him, she said, “Please come in.”
Before he walked past her, Nash leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her cheek. “You look amazing.” Jillian could feel her cheeks turn every shade of red as the innocent kiss had an effect on her. Smiling up at him, she remained speechless.
Closing the door and taking a deep breath, Jillian tried to regain her composure as she followed him to the living room. Her hands were sweaty and just like the first date she had with him, there were butterflies in her stomach. She was no longer that young girl, but she couldn’t deny that he still made her giddy inside.
Rubbing her hands together, she asked, “Would you like a glass of wine before we go?” knowing that she could use another one.
“That would be great,” he replied.
Walking on unsteady legs, she managed to make it to the kitchen without falling. Jillian pulled another glass from the cupboard and filled it with the bottle of wine she had left on the counter. Filling her glass as well, she proceeded to the living room where Nash had taken a seat on the couch.
His leg was crossed at his knee, which gave her the impression that he had made himself at home. She wondered how he could be so relaxed while every nerve in her body was having a heyday. Sitting beside him, she carefully handed him his wine. Touching their glasses in a toast, Jillian waited until he took a sip before taking one of her own.
Placing his glass on the table, she watched him look around taking in his surroundings before he asked, “So, how long have you lived here?”
Placing her glass next to his she replied, “A little over five years.”
“Why Montana? I pictured you as a Cali girl for life.”
“There wasn’t anything left for me there. Mom and Dad sold the house and moved to Arizona. I could have followed them, but decided on a change. I needed a new start, so when I heard about this job, I applied and well… here I am.”
As they continued to talk, Jillian found out that Nash hadn’t spoken to his parents since he graduated from Cornell. He didn’t want them to control his life and after he got divorced, they literally gave up on him anyway. Feeling the need to get away from them, he moved to Montana, where he did his residency and was later hired on full time at St. Vincent.
Feeling the asperity he had toward his parents, Jillian placed her hand on his leg to comfort him. Even though she had a great relationship with her parents, she saw how much he was hurting from not having the relationship with his that every child should have with their parents. As she looked down at her hand, there was an unmistakable connection between them. Drawing her eyes to his, her hand remained on his leg as she leaned in closer to him. Thoughts began racing in her mind as she was taken back to when they were in high school.
There was no hesitation between them; he took her lips as his own. Parting her lips, she allowed him further inside, wanting nothing more than to bring back what she had forever missed. He swept his tongue inside, exploring every inch. Jillian knew that a kiss like this could only have one conclusion, and yet, she had no desire to stop.
Long, A.L.. Making Memories (Kindle Locations 2518-2548). Kindle Edition.
The spark between them had never dulled, but of course things can’t go totally smooth.
A couple of twists and turns and plenty of kindle melting scenes.
5 Contented Purrs for A.L.!
Rose C. Carole
He appears in her dreams when she least expects it…
Jamie was shocked to wake from a dream of her ex to find him sitting next to her, in the airport of all places.
This is a favorite scene.
“Are you all right?”
Huh? The voice didn’t make sense. It was the voice of her lover, but it came from next to her. Her eyes shot open and she turned, looking into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen, as blue as the ocean she’d been imagining, blue eyes she could never forget. Alex!
He was looking at her with an expression of concern, but his eyes betrayed an element of amusement. A flush rose over her body as she realized he had figured out what she had been dreaming about.
“I’m fine,” she replied curtly. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Traveling back to New York. Same as you, obviously…. Were you thinking of me?”
Good guess? It had been eons ago, a time when she thought she’d be happy forever, that her life had come together perfectly and she was with the man of her dreams. Before it all fell apart. Did he remember it?
“Of course not. Why would I, you arrogant son of a bitch? After you left, I forgot everything about you!”
She grabbed her purse and carry-on and shot up. She needed to get away from his perceptive gaze. He’d always known what she was thinking, what she was feeling. He could see into her soul and knew how to manipulate her. She couldn’t let the shock of seeing him again keep her from fleeing. She’d always been so vulnerable to him. If she wasn’t careful, he’d sneak back into her heart again.
“I’m sorry I disturbed you,” Alex said. “Please don’t leave on my account. I’ll leave you alone.”
“I’d like a drink,” she huffed. “I’m not leaving because of you.”
“Let me buy you one as a token of my contrition for ruining your peace.”
She didn’t hesitate for a moment. “No. I’d rather be alone.”
“That’s not what it sounded like a minute ago,” he replied.
Crap! He did know what she was dreaming about. She turned without saying another word and stormed off.
Carole, Rose C. Making Memories (Kindle Locations 2794-2809). Kindle Edition.
Alex had never forgotten Jamie, his obligations to his mother were overwhelming and he did what he had to do at the time.
Jamie needs to decide if she can risk her heart again to him.
Passionate, intense, and I think my kindle may have melted again.
5 Contented Purrs for Rose!
Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through.
After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.
When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!
Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.
Growing up, Brooke’s mother instilled a deep respect for the English language and a love of words. She taught Brooke to read and write and shared her appreciation for poetry. As a teen, poetry became an outlet for Brooke’s innermost thoughts and deepest, often times darkest feelings.
In school, teachers always told her “write what you know”, so that is what she did. At the not so tender age of forty-three, she started to write her first novel, I Am ShelbyJames (Beauty in the Darkness) and it is what she knows—emotions.
In her spare time—when she’s not writing—you can find Brooke cuddled on the couch with her husband of 20+ years, their fur babies, and a good (often naughty) eBook—unless of course she’s having cocktails with her Bestie at one of their favorite haunts.
Before the Twilight rave and a need to know the ending after Eclipse was released in theaters, Virginia preferred to watch the movie or convince a friend to read the book for her.Needing to know the story of a random homeless man that she encountered on a freeway exit ramp, was the only reason she began writing in the first place.Soulless Nights spawned from the unknown story and a dare from her friends.She has had the pleasure of working with some of her favorite authors.Street teams and beta reading were what led her to the world of writing.She has released Soulless Nights, Vindicate, Expiate, Cessation, Always Never, Secondary Silence, Secondary Disaster, The Xmas Effect, The Blood of Abigail, Correcting Code 1.1, and the Bad Words Made Funny Series!She recently released Night Tales Vol 1. Wich consist of 3 short stories featured in anthologies.She also has co-written 3 books: Seraphines (Julia Clare) ,Bound by an Echo (Julia Clare) & Kepler: Humanity’s Ark ( Kyle Perkins )She is currently working on a Correcting Code novella.
Hello, my name is S.L. Carpenter. I wear many different hats in this weird little world. I’m a writer, an artist, a family man and cookie lover. My greatest joys are making people laugh and squirm and scratch their heads at my unique style of storytelling. I call California home and have been here my whole life. I know…poor me.
I’ve been writing my special brand of insane little stories for many years, but it’s only been in the last two decades that I’ve managed to persuade folks to publish them. My backlist now includes single titles, anthologies and several books co-written with my writing partner (and webmistress) Sahara Kelly. They are available at Amazon.com/Kindle Unlimited.
Please note: I have recently received the rights back to many of my earlier publications, so my book list is shorter these days. I am in the process of revising and re-editing these books. Look for your old favorites in new exciting versions soon.
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Award winning author of the Independent Press Award for Distinguishing Favorite. Recipient of the National Indie Excellence award for Erotica Romance.
My love for writing began several years ago after an early retirement from a demanding job that I loved, but also hated because it consumed so much of my time. Now, I am able to focus my time on what I love. Writing romance has been a life long dream and to actually say that I am a published author is beyond what I would have ever expected.
Even though some may say I have a little naughtiness in my books, I look at it as an added bonus for my readers. After all what is a romance book without a little spice.
When I am not writing, I enjoy spending time with friends either at home or out on the town. Mostly, I enjoy a relaxing night at home where I can enjoy a glass of wine in the company of a good book.
Out of everything, she enjoys driving in her little convertible with the top down.
Rose has been an avid reader all her life and pursued that obsession into the publishing business, where she worked in both production and editorial for books and magazines. When her son went off to college, she decided to fulfill another dream and went to culinary school, thinking she would write a cookbook but loving the cooking so much she became a caterer. But her love for books is ever present, and she finally decided it was time to reconnect with her own creative muse and write the kinds of books she enjoys reading. She hopes her readers enjoy them as well.