Please welcome author Tonya Ramagos to the mix today...
The
Service Club
Serving the country and their women
with a dominance and daring dedication that comes from the heart.
When you think of those who serve
and protect our country and its citizens, what type of men come to mind?
Firefighters? Law enforcement? Soldiers? Well, the men of The Service Club are
all of those and more. Some wear uniforms, others don’t, but the professions
they have chosen have made them all heroes in their own rights. Each book
features a pair of super hot, intensely devoted, and highly skilled men who
live to protect and serve others and to dominate the woman of their heart.
Chelsea’s Rescue is the latest
release in this BDSM Ménage series featuring the mouth-watering, built to
distraction, EMT Chandler twins and Chelsea Landon, the woman of their heart. When a detour through the hometown she abandoned
ends in an accident, Chelsea finds safety with EMT twins Braden and Micah
Chandler. But, to be in their arms, she must succumb to dark desires she’s
barely aware of before proving to them she’s the submissive they crave.
Braden has loved Chelsea forever. When she crashes back
into his life, sticking around isn’t the only thing he will demand. He expects
full submission in exchange for the erotic pleasures he will give her. But her
past and the demons chasing her won’t make that easy to get.
Micah’s feelings for Chelsea are as strong as Braden’s.
So are his desires. But sometimes love hurts rather than heals. They are too
dominant for her. Still, they will protect her at all costs. When trouble
follows, the vixen is unleashed, and resistance starts to slip, it might be
them in need of rescue.
Excerpt:
(Adult Content)
Chelsea moaned, her breath hitching
as something satiny soft and blissfully warm swiped lightly over her clit. The
sensation tingled down as the same something glided between her pussy lips with
a mirroring featherlike caress before delving inside her channel. Her hips
bucked, her eyes flying open as the object probed deep, slithered along the
walls of her cunt, and drew back.
“Good morning.”
Braden’s lazy drawl drifted to her
on a gentle breeze of mounting sensuality. She lifted her head off the pillow
to find her legs draped over his broad shoulders. His hands were beneath her,
gripping her ass, and a devilish grin spread his lips glistening with the
moisture of her pussy.
She blinked at him, mortification
slamming into her as every ounce of sleepiness morphed into lucid reality.
“What are you doing?”
“Having breakfast.”
“Having—” She started to repeat his
answer inanely but broke off when she attempted to move her arms and realized
she couldn’t. She turned her head and saw he had bound her wrists with the
leather straps attached to his headboard. Identical straps were fastened to her
ankles at the ends of what appeared to be leather ropes that provided more
slack than the wrist restraints. Slack Braden had tightened by placing her legs
on his shoulders and lifting her ass into the air.
“You tied me down.” Sheer shock
dissipated the mortification as she gaped at him, wide-eyed. “I didn’t get out
of this bed when you threatened me the other day and I’m here this morning just
like you told me to be and, yet, you did it anyway.”
“Yep.” His simple response had her
temper boiling. “That way you couldn’t try to stop us from looking our fill at
the body we’re intent on claiming. Nor did I want you keeping me from my
breakfast. It’s been a long twenty-four hours, darlin’. I’m starving.”
He dipped his head, burying his face
in her pussy again, and stole her breath right along with any words she might
have said to that. The coarseness of his stubbled jaw grated lightly against
her sensitive flesh as he drove his questing tongue into her opening and
straight through her sanity.
Chelsea let her head fall back,
closing her eyes as electricity sparked, exploded, and sizzled through her
head. She closed her eyes as it rained down her body in a dazzling display of
colorful pleasure that tore through her system. A whimper escaped her, morphing
into a cry of sheer pain-laced pleasure as he pulled his tongue back, rolled
one side of her labia between his lips, and nipped. The darkly erotic sensation
leapt from her pussy to her breast as a quick dart of pained ecstasy shot
through her nipple.
“Open your eyes, Sea.” Micah’s tone
was husky and thick with his own arousal. “Keep them open. I want see what
you’re feeling while he’s eating your cunt.”
Chelsea forced her eyes open and
found Micah on his knees beside her on the bed. Braden and his actions between
her legs had commanded so much of her attention she hadn’t realized Micah had
crawled up beside her. She hadn’t felt him bend down to draw her nipple into
his mouth until he latched onto the bud with his teeth and sent her senses
screaming. Christ, how could she not have realized he was there?
“Help me.” The strangled plea rolled
from her lips as raking fingers of fiery bliss continued to manipulate her
essence. Braden’s tongue plunged inside her channel once more, settling into a
rapid rhythm of fucking that drove her straight up orgasmic mountain.
Micah’s hands were on her breasts,
his thumbs and forefingers rolling her nipples to achingly solid points. “What
do you want, Sea? Do you want us to stop?”
“No.” She said the word without a
thought, her head lolling from side to side on its own accord as sexual
confusion and stupendous awareness mixed a crazy concoction in her bloodstream.
“Then how can I help you, my love?”
Chelsea started to say she didn’t
know. Dear God, she had been eaten out before, but it had never felt like this.
Braden held her steady, imprisoned her lower body with his hands more
effectively even than the bindings on her ankles, and dominated her very soul.
His hand on her ass gripped tighter, spreading her cheeks as he slipped one
finger of his other hand between them. The callused pad of the digit grazed
over her anus and she froze, no longer straining against her bindings, no
longer thrashing from the intense pleasures that were driving her out of her
mind.
Fear sliced from her ass to her
head, the blazing heat inside her clashing with icy shards that threatened to
shatter her even as needs darker and seedier than she had ever known mounted in
her body.
“Braden!” Even as his name gushed
from her throat, Micah’s attention to her breasts sent her senses whirling
anew. His thumbs and fingers twisted her nipples in pressured squeezes that had
her back coming off the mattress beneath her despite the bindings on her wrists
holding her arms securely straight above her head. Lightning surges of painful
pleasure bolted from her breasts to her pussy to her ass, only to retrace the
path over and over again.
“What is it you want, Chelsea?”
Micah’s tone held a tenderness his fingers did not as he worked her nipples and
molded his wide hands to her breasts.”
“I. Don’t. Know.” Her struggle to
breathe made each word a sentence of its own. “Too much. Don’t. Know. What. To.
Do.”
“Enjoy it, love,” he said so
compassionately it brought tears to her eyes. “Let yourself feel. Let yourself
go. Let us take care of you.”
The Service Club:
Forty-Eight Hour Burn - http://www.bookstrand.com/node/807695 - Georgia knows what Firefighters
Gavin and Randy expect in return for their touch. Their demands in the next
forty-eight hours will determine if she's willing to surrender.
Marissa’s Rights - http://www.bookstrand.com/marissas-rights
- Marissa knows what Police Officers Justin and Ben demand in exchange for
their touch. All she has to do is say the right words.
Operation Mustang - http://www.bookstrand.com/operation-mustang
- Mustang’s attempts at resisting
the Rylon brothers are failing. These SEALs have an arsenal of toys and a
determination to accomplish their toughest mission yet.
Hands on Justice - http://www.bookstrand.com/hands-on-justice - When Justice McCall’s
desires are put on trial, she’s sentenced to a lifetime of erotic passion
beneath the hands of Public Defenders Grant Mason and Cade Leaver.
Bio:
Bio:
Tonya Ramagos is a best-selling author of contemporary, fantasy, paranormal,
and cowboy novels. She spends most of her time in a fictional world dreaming up
hot hunks and head-strong heroines. When she’s not writing, she’s reading.
Anything from legal and military non-fiction to any genre of romance can be
found on her Kindle. Her music tastes are just as varied with favorite artists
ranging from Billy Currington to Disturbed. Her idea of relaxing is curling up
on the sofa or her back deck with a book and her favorite beverage. Born and
raised in Pascagoula, MS, she is now a resident of Chattanooga, TN where she
lives with her boyfriend and their five children.
Links:
Twitter:
@tonyaramagos
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