Published
by Passion’s Paramour Press
Release
Date: January 11, 2019
Genre:
Adult, Romance, Paranormal, Spanking
A Spirited Girl. A
Reluctant Dom. Fated Mates.
BLURB
Stubborn, prideful and
self-disciplined, Chance Locklear believes his way is always right, and he
doesn’t like hiccups is in his strict routine so when the matriarch of his
equine-shifter clan saddles him with a spoiled, twenty-one-year-old brat from
out-of-town, he’s none too pleased.
While growing up as a member of a
rogue-shifter clan, Lucy Tate didn't have the luxury of an easy or predictable
life, but she's learned to live with her parent’s self-centered behavior causing
problems for her or leaving her in the lurch. When her step-father’s latest
hijinks force her to abandon her job as a blackjack dealer and skip town, she
resents having to live with a stranger and work as a maid while hiding out. To
make matters worse, she’s been placed in the care of an arrogant but sexy game
warden/werehorse who demands her respect.
The first time Chance pulled her
over his lap for a spanking, she was shocked and angry, but her body reacted to
his touch in a completely different way. Just as the two begin to give into
their shared attraction and admit they are fated mates, outside forces show up
to pull them apart. Will destiny, love, and amazing sex be enough to save their
relationship?
Warning: Bridling Lucy is a smoking
hot, stand-alone romance with graphic sexual language. If you are offended by
corporal punishment/adult discipline or sizzling, put-you-in-the-moment love
scenes, you might want to look for another book. (BBW +Sexy Shifter)
SEXY TEASER
Teaser
He stood, taking hold of her arm before leading her back over
the carpenter’s horse.
“I’m going to give you five on the bare.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was barely a squeak.
He stood back for a better look. “Spread your legs.”
“Sir?”
“I warned you I’d see everything.”
“Yes, Sir.” She parted her legs as far as she could with her
underwear still around her knees. “Is that good?”
“Perfect.” He swallowed hard as he eyed her swollen pussy,
glistening with wet arousal. His cock twitched and his head swam as her heady
scent intoxicated him. “Ready?”
EXCERPT
Lucy sat with her arms folded across her
chest and her bottom lip poking out as she stared out the passenger-side
window. Despite her sour mood, Horse Mountain’s rustic scenery enchanted
her—beautiful cabins, both big and small, grassy pastures, and lush evergreens
abounded for as far as the eye could see. This
would be a nice place for a vacation if I wasn’t practically being kidnapped.
She shook her head as she tried to fathom how she’d been uprooted from her
comfortable life by no fault of her own. Mama
might as well be carting me off to prison. She licked her bottom lip as she
pressed her forehead against the cool glass.
“Oh, come on now. It’s not as bad as all
that?” Dory Crane continued driving.
“As all what?” She kept her attention on
the greenery. If she saw her mother’s face, her anger might transform into
sadness and she didn’t want to cry.
Her mom huffed. “You with the silent treatment
up here and the refusal to so much as meet my gaze.”
Lucy’s nostrils flared. “You’re lucky I’m
too old for an Amber Alert. How am I supposed to react when you’re sending me
off to the middle of nowhere to stay with some strange old woman I’ve never
even met?”
“She’s a family friend. Her daughter and I
attended finishing school together.”
Lucy snorted. “I still can’t believe you
went.”
“In my day, all of the girls of our clan
were expected to go. It was a very big deal amongst the equine shifters.”
“And look how much it taught you. Did you
even graduate?” She practically spat her words.
“Your mama knows how to behave like a lady
when she needs to.”
“So this woman isn’t even kin?”
“No, but she is an equine shifter. One of
her sons was good friends with your birth father.”
She gasped, finally turning to look at her
mom. Her mother’s husband had raised her, and most of the time, Lucy claimed
him as her daddy, but she longed to know more about her biological father.
Trouble was her mama was always tight-lipped when it came to the subject. “My
dad? Does he live around here? Can I meet him?”
Dory shrugged. “Can we not talk about him?
Nothing you learn will make you happy.”
She locked her index fingers together
while pulling her hands close to her chest.
“I wonder if he looked for me.”
“He might have if he’d known about you,
but I was only three months along and not showing yet. Telling him would have
just complicated our separation and eventual divorce.”
Lucy’s jaw dropped and she fought not to
shed the tears welling up in her eyes. She pursed her lips and stared straight
ahead, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know how you could do such a horrible
thing.”
Dory frowned, knitting her eyebrows. “So
self-righteous! One of these days you’ll realize when it comes to our kind, the
head can’t always control the heart. Getting involved before finding your one
true mate is dangerous.”
Lucy opened her mouth as if she were
gagging and made a retching sound while pointing her finger toward the back of
her throat. “Please stop talking.”
“Excuse me? At least I’m not pushing you
into an arranged marriage the way my father did to me.”
“Sorry, but I don’t want to hear your
selfish reasons for running off with a gambling-addicted coyote shifter.”
“Hush your flapping lips. You know Craw
didn’t start playing the slots until after we left Mississippi.”
Lucy huffed. “You mean after we got run out of Biloxi because of your
low-rent fortune teller con jobs?” Her mom shot her a nasty look but didn’t
deny the accusation. Lucy held her left wrist with her right hand while shaking
her head. “Either way, I’m being forced to pay for someone else’s mistake. To
think your husband used to actually be a pretty good dad. Now, not so much.”
Her mama’s head jerked to the side as she
threw a furious look Lucy’s way, complete with narrowed eyes. “Stop testing my
patience, Lucy Abigail Tate.”
I
hit a nerve. Lucy
tried not to smirk. Her mama couldn’t tolerate any bad-mouthing of the love of
her life, regardless of how true the words rang. Crawford “Craw” Crane
continually proved himself to be a turd in the punch bowl, but her mama always
defended him and probably would continue to until her dying breath. “Why’d you
give me his name instead of Craw’s?”
Her mother pressed her lips together.
“Legally, I was still married to him when you were born so Tate was my last
name, but can we please drop the subject? Your daddy, Craw, the man who looked
after you like his own blood from the minute you were born—He loves you. He
thinks he’s doing right by you.” She shook her finger at Lucy. “I just don’t
agree. A girl needs to wait for the one.”
“The one,” Lucy mimicked while rolling her
eyes. “I still think this is crazy. It’s not like I couldn’t just flat out
refuse Grayson.”
“Hmm, I wonder if you’d be able to stand
strong if the patriarch got involved. Would you tell him no?” Without waiting
for Lucy to answer, Dory reached toward her. She flinched but relaxed as her
mother fingered a strand of her hair. “I like the color.”
She gritted her teeth, fresh anger filling
her gut as she recalled her mom forcing a bleach job on her in a crappy hotel
room about midway through the trip. “I miss my red.” She jerked her head away
from her mother’s touch.
“If Craw or any of the Vegas-clan tries to
find you, they’ll be looking for a ginger,
not a towhead.”
Vegas-clan…Lucy let the words scratch at
her brain. When she was younger, she hadn’t realized a bunch of different types
of weres joining a clan under a “Boss” patriarch was weird. Now she understood
most clans were matriarchal, and Mr. Black’s operation was similar to organized
crime groups with their Godfathers.
Her mom pulled up in the driveway of a
lovely one-story cabin surrounded by tall trees before turning off the engine.
“Now you mind Ms. Banks. Do whatever chores you’re assigned.”
“I’m not afraid of hard work though I
guess my real job will be filled by
the time I return home…that is if I don’t die out here in Hickville, USA.”
“You shouldn’t say such things, sweetie.
Mama’s going to get everything fixed up.” Her mother patted her arm, but Lucy
yanked away from her. “I’ll get your daddy straight and find another way to
settle his debt, but you better not go talking any trash about him.” All the
tenderness of her touch seemed to have faded as she wagged her finger again. “I
can’t have any of my old clan, particularly my kin or some of the nosey
strumpets I graduated high school with, getting any word of Craw’s misstep.
Stick to the story. You hear me?”
Lucy’s blood boiled. “So it’s alright for
a bunch of people you haven’t said a single word to in years to think your
daughter’s some kind of out-of-control hoodlum as long as they don’t find out
the truth about your crappy husband?”
Dory pointed her boney finger at her
again, shaking it about an inch from Lucy’s face. “I asked if you heard me,
girl.”
“I got it.” The corners of Lucy’s mouth
turned down and her shoulders drooped as she huffed.
“Good.”
“With any luck, I’ll get the money from my
daddy, and you’ll be home in no time.”
Lucy’s eyes widened and she nearly snapped
her neck while jerking her head around to look at her mother’s face. “My
granddaddy? Can I meet him?”
Her mom’s eyes rounded and she smirked.
“Depends on if he’ll give me the money.”
She tightened her closed lips, squinting
slightly. “So you’ll ransom a visit from me?”
Her mom smiled. “Whatever it takes.”
AUTHOR BIO
Sierra Brave is a multi-published
author of smoking hot romance. She writes across genres, dabbling in a little
bit of everything, including ménage and BDSM. Her love of erotic fiction
started in her last year of high school when she first read the sensual
classic, Fanny Hill. She felt so naughty yet liberated with her
copy tucked away in her book bag and hopes her work will have the same
delicious effect on her readers.
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