Prisoner by Annika Martin & Skye Warren

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    Title: Prisoner 
    Authors: Annika Martin, Skye Warren 
    Date of publication: October 23, 2014


    About Prisoner

    He seethes with raw power the first time I see him—pure menace and rippling muscles in shackles. He’s dangerous. He’s wild. He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

    So I hide behind my prim glasses and my book like I always do, because I have secrets too. Then he shows up in the prison writing class I have to teach, and he blows me away with his honesty. He tells me secrets in his stories, and it’s getting harder to hide mine. I shiver when he gets too close, with only the cuffs and the bars and the guards holding him back. At night I can’t stop thinking about him in his cell.

    But that’s the thing about an animal in a cage—you never know when he’ll bite. He might use you to escape. He might even pull you into a forest and hold a hand over your mouth so you can’t call for the cops. He might make you come so hard, you can’t think.

    And you might crave him more than your next breath.

    “Sexy, dark and thrilling. I loved every second of it!” ~ New York Times bestselling author Katie Reus

    “Dark, sexy, and intense, Prisoner is an emotional ride that does not let go until the end. I loved it!” ~ USA Today bestselling author Kristen Callihan


    Q&A with Annika and Skye

    Where do you find your inspiration? 

    Annika: You know those juicy, thrilling scenes in books or movies that you just love to pieces? And you think about them long after? Those sorts of scenes, and the huge emotions around them really inspire me. I love to feel that high-point thrill, and to create books around those moments. A lot of times I start with imagining an exciting scene I want to write and the book goes somewhere else completely, but the kernel, the inspiration still remains buried deep down. 

    How did you come up with the idea for this story? 

    Skye: Prisoner was my first collaboration with author Annika Martin. She and I first met because I’d read her books (love them!) and she read mine. We were both in a boxed set together, MAKE ME. We were chatting over email and came up with the idea to write a book together. We knew it would be edgy, and dark, and also fun! And so, Prisoner was born.

    Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
    Annika: A lot of writers hate revising and love first drafts, but I’m the opposite – I am crazy about revising–I like to mold and change things in big ways once the words are there. But I write a sloooooow and grueling first draft, and I daydream a lot and change my mind a lot. It’s a total challenge! That was one really nice thing about writing in a team—knowing Skye was at the other end, expecting me to come up with something new and exciting every day was kind of nice. But getting those first words down is hard and slow for me.

    What is for you the perfect book hero? 

    Skye: I like them intimidating. Competent. Vaguely sinister and smug. Possessive. Harsh. Cold. Hot. I like them everything that is mean and cruel, even with the heroine. And then… when he stops, when sex and intimacy and love force him to stop, the clouds part. The sun rises on grass still sticky with dew. It paints the world in orange light and long shadows, hinting at what is to come. And that’s the end of the book. Not a wedding. Not a happily ever after. The ending is hope. 
    Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp? 
    Annika: There are themes that writers return to over and over. One of my themes I return to, even when I’m not trying, is two super messed-up people finding love with each other, and being messed up together, and loving each other for their flaws (and not getting rid of them, because to me, flaws are what make people who they are!) So I guess my message is, even if you feel like you’re really screwed up, being really and truly yourself is beautiful and you deserve love.

    Tell us about your first book. What would readers find different about the first one and your most recent published work? 

    Skye: My first dark book was Keep Me Safe… and god, I hope readers see that I’ve grown as a writer. But at the same time, I hope I’ve kept the core of what people liked about Keep Me Safe, the dark atmospheric setting and deep character exploration. Both of those are hopes—but I’d love to hear from the readers who have kept with me and hear what they think! 


    Does music play any type of role in your writing? 

    Annika: Definitely. I write now and then at coffee shops and if there are people talking around me, I need to put in earbuds and crank the music. I have specific songs I just loop over and over, usually dark and melodic. Also, I love to run after a hard day at the writing desk, and I crank the tunes and just zone out to the music and that’s when I get my best ideas. 


    What books have influenced your life most? 

    Skye: The books that influence me the most have a super strong voice—and perspective. Broken by Megan Hart, Comfort Food by Kitty Thomas, and anything by my cowriter Annika Martin, who also writes as Carolyn Crane.
    Can you share a little of your current work with us? 
    Annika: And even though he’s broad and heavy, especially because of that, it feels like a caress. His whole body embraces me, his mouth on mine, his hands on mine, his legs straddling my thighs. I’m wrapped in a cocoon made only of Grayson, where it smells like musk and tastes like man and wipes away every thought I should have. Like getting away. Like fighting him.

    Or longer pasted at end…. 

    Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers? 
     Thank you!!!



    I back up until the truck stops me. I’m sweating, but the hot metal is almost a relief. Warmer and more human than the flesh-and-blood beast that looms in front of me.

    But I have something to say too. Something true. And I want him to listen. “You might hurt me. You might touch me. But I will never, ever touch you. Not of my own free will.”

    I’m shaking by the time I’m finished talking. Tears are threatening again, but I don’t care about them. They don’t make me weak. I know what real weakness is. I saw it inject itself with drugs and hook up with abusive men just to get its fix. I watched it die. That will never be me. Never.

    He reaches up to cup my cheek—the side without the scrape. On purpose? I don’t know. He trails his thumb over my eyebrow and down my temple. Places he couldn’t touch when I had my glasses. Like he’s learning me, mapping my face. The inside of my chest feels bright and quivery, but I keep my frown.

    “So I can touch you?” he asks gently. “But you won’t touch me back.”

    My voice trembles. “I didn’t say that.”

    “Didn’t you?” His hand trails lower, down my neck. Goose bumps rise all across my chest and over my arms despite the heat.

    He caresses my skin right where my collarbone is, softly, with the back of his knuckles. I clench my fists at my sides, dreading what comes next. He’s going to keep moving lower, until he’s touching my breasts. And then what will I do? Cry? Scream? There’s no one to hear me. The guy from the truck has disappeared over the ridge.

    I let my eyes close. “Stop.”

    “You don’t want this.” His tone is conversational.

    “I hate you.”

    “What do you want, then?”

    “I want you to die. I want to hurt you. I want you to let me go.”

    He laughs softly, a puff of breath against my forehead. “In that order?”

    My teeth clench together. “Take your pick.”

    “You know what I think, Abby? I can call you that, right? It’s cute. Like you.” His hand curves to the side, feathering light touches along the cashmere of my sweater. He grips my hip as if we’re dancing. And we are dancing. It’s a sick song he plays.

    “I think you want to fix me. That’s what you were doing at the prison. That’s what you’re doing now. But the thing is, Abby, it’s not going to work.”


    About the Authors
    Annika Annika Martin

    I’m a pet wrangler, bookworm, mediocre tennis player and hairstyle failure. And yes, an author, but I promise not to spam you if you friend me!

    I live just a stone’s throw from the Mississippi with my husband and two beloved cats in a home full of plants, sunshine, books and cookie crumbs. By day, I’m a freelancer in the business world. In addition to being smutty Annika, I write urban fantasy under the pen name Carolyn Crane.



    Skye Warren

    Skye Warren writes unapologetic erotica, including power play or erotic pain and sometimes dubious consent. There’s struggle in the sex. There’s pain in the relationships. Her books are raw, sexual and perversely romantic.






    Tied to You by Bibi Paterson

    Olivia Walker has just hit rock
    bottom. About to lose her job and become homeless, she can’t see a way out of
    the mess her life has become until Alex Davenport enters her life with a
    proposal she is in no position to refuse.
    Wealthy and arrogant, Alex is
    used to getting whatever he wants and he has set his eyes on Olivia. For months
    he has watched her, waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself to
    make her his, and finally it has appeared. But Alex is hiding a secret, one
    that he is determined to protect until, one day, Olivia makes a discovery that
    sets her on a course of self-discovery. Together they explore Olivia’s
    submissive side, pushing boundaries and taking her on the wildest ride of her
    But when Olivia’s past threatens
    to expose Alex’s secret lifestyle, the time for truths and full disclosure is
    at hand. Can Alex let go of the fears that have bound his true nature? And can
    a couple that fell in lust find their own happily ever after?
    Warning: This book is intended
    for mature audiences as it contains explicit sex scenes and BDSM themes.

    “We’re leaving,” Alex states in a
    tone that brooks no argument. I merely nod in reply and let him lead me to the
    cloakroom to fetch my wrap, and then we are sitting in the car, being driven
    home. The tension between us is thick, yet neither of us has said a word. I
    glance up at Alex under my eyelashes and see his jaw clenched and an expression
    that I can’t fathom in his eyes. Every fibre of my being is hyper-aware of
    Alex’s masculinity, and a dull throb sits between my legs. I squirm in my seat,
    trying to find a little relief, when suddenly I am aware of Alex’s scrutiny.
    His eyes bore through me, yet the expression on his face remains a neutral
    mask. A smirk appears as he runs his eyes over my body and I find my nipples
    hardening under my dress.
    We have no sooner pulled up in
    front of the house than Alex is pulling me from the car and into the house. The
    door slams shut behind us and for a moment we both just look at each other,
    lost in the inevitable. And then Alex speaks. “Turn around, Olivia.” The
    command is issued in a low, gravelly voice, completely at odds with Alex’s
    regular teasing tone. The use of my full name startles me, and before I can
    think further, my body is already obeying. I stand still, my eyes staring up
    the stairs, as we stand in the frigid hallway, and I wait with bated breath. A
    few moments pass and all I can hear is our breathing.
    Suddenly I am aware of Alex’s
    arms coming over my shoulders and unhooking the cape at my throat. It slithers
    to the floor, and for a heartbeat, the world stops spinning on its axis. I
    shiver as I feel Alex’s warm breath on my neck as, ever so slowly, he pulls
    down the zip of my gown. “Put your arms out and hold on to the end of the
    bannister,” he instructs gruffly. I comply without rational thought, quietly
    awaiting his next command. The single movement has my dress pooling at my feet
    as I lean forward to grip the smooth wooden post. Large, agile hands skim down
    my sides until they rest on my hips and I am very much aware that my arse is
    now in the air, the angle of my body on my heels offering direct access to my
    damp, aching pussy. The hands follow a leisurely pace down the backs of my
    thighs and calves, until they reach my ankles. “Lift your foot and then the
    other,” Alex orders. I comply and he pulls the dress out from around my feet,
    discarding it in a heap by the front door.
    I glance back down at Alex, but
    immediately he notices. “Eyes forward,” he barks, and I whip my head back
    around, my heart thumping in my ears. The cold of the hallway has raised goose
    bumps over my skin and I am shivering ever so slightly. I feel Alex stand
    behind me, heat radiating from his frame making the cold more tolerable, and
    then I hear him shedding his own clothes. My body is feeling ultra-sensitive,
    and the moment his hand snakes around my waist and deft fingers find my clit, I
    let out a low groan, as the warmth starts to spread across my pelvis. His
    pelvis pushes into my arse and I can feel the huge length of him grinding
    between my butt cheeks. Suddenly, Alex’s other hand is grabbing my breast,
    pulling it from the confines of my strapless bra and, almost painfully,
    squeezing my nipple. Teeth nip at my ear and neck as he forces my head back, my
    back arching as I try to maintain my balance.
    “I don’t make love,” Alex hisses into my ear. “I fuck,
    I root, I shag…but I don’t do soft and I don’t do sweet. Do you understand,
    Olivia?” I nod my head, a thousand conflicting thoughts swirling around my
    head. “If you want this to stop, you need to say so now…” he trails off and
    waits for my answer. My brain is telling me that this is all a bit weird, that
    this is not what I want, but my treacherous body has other ideas and so I keep
    Bibi is a former marketing
    executive and mum to a gorgeous little girl currently residing just north of
    London. She recently spent a year living it up on the beaches of Western
    Australia and her hobbies include consuming copious amounts of coffee and
    chocolate, building cardboard castles and creating stories in her head.
    Inspired from a young age, her
    love for literature started with Enid Blyton and her Secret Seven. Since then a
    voracious appetite for books has brought her a world full of heroes, love,
    murder, betrayal and the odd vampire thrown in for good cause.
     Having long admired those brave enough to put
    pen to paper, or in this modern age of computing, keyboard to screen, she has
    finally started telling the sexy stories that she has been keeping locked up in
    her head all this time.


    Dirty Deeds by Lorelei James


    Title: Dirty Deeds
    Author: Lorelei James

    Did you know that South Dakota is the ONLY state in the US that changed the name of Columbus day to Native American Day? It’s the truth – google if you don’t believe us!


    About Dirty Deeds
    When good, clean fun just isn’t an option.
    Just once, good girl Tate Cross wants to experience a red-hot, no-strings-attached affair. She’s temporarily left her graphic artist position in Denver to settle her aunt’s estate in Spearfish, South Dakota, but the city won’t let her sell the property until the landscaping is up to snuff. The Native American landscape contractor her friend highly recommends looks like he can meet all her needs, in the flowerbed and out.
    Nathan LeBeau believes few women look at the Native American man beneath the filthy work clothes and hard hat. When Tate offers to trade art lessons for dirt work, the tempting subtext is as plain as the lettering on the side of Nathan’s truck. But in truth, he’s tired of relationships based solely on sex. His goal of proving he’s not completely hopeless in matters of the heart is second only to his dream of expanding his business.
    It figures. Tate wants no-holds-barred sex right about the time the one-time Casanova wants a good old-fashioned romance. Bring on the battle of wills!
    This book has been previously published.
    Warning: A reformed bad boy who wants a taste of real love, and a good girl who wants just one taste of the wild side—and she’s willing to drive a hard bargain to get what she wants.




    This is a sweet, loveable, easy flowing story which will keep you page turning because who doesn’t love a good girl turned bad….. Tate Cross just wants no strings hot and dirty fun and Nathan LeBeau should be the perfect candidate with his chequered dirty past…. but Nathan wants all hearts and flowers not just no strings….
    This story is a real battle of wills and wants…. personally I felt this story was a little predictable and wasn’t has hot and steamy as I hoped for but then I love flat out filth haha, but it was a quick, easy read….

    About Lorelei James

    Lorelei James is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of contemporary erotic western romances set in the modern day Wild West and also contemporary erotic romances. Lorelei’s books have been nominated for and won the Romantic Times Reviewer’s choice Award, as well as the CAPA Award. Lorelei lives in western South Dakota with her family…and a whole closet full of cow girl boots.
    Why do I have a particular fondness for all things western? Well, I’m a fourth generation South Dakotan, living in the Black Hills, which is chock-full of interesting characters, including cowboys, Indians, ranchers, and bikers. The geographical diversity of the surrounding area showcases mountains, plains, and badlands. Living in and writing about rural settings gives me a unique perspective, especially since I’m not writing historical westerns. Through my fictional world, I can show the ideals and the cowboy way of life are still very much alive.




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    Broken Hart excerpt
    Raising my eyes to him, I checked to see if he was noticing what was happening, only to find his eyes blazing back into mine.  The look he gave me was pure combustible heat, and it left me with absolutely no doubt that he felt whatever was happening too.
    He shook his head as though he was trying to clear it, and returned to massaging as I closed my eyes and tried to process what the hell was happening—and my reaction to it.   When he rubbed the arch of my foot again, I couldn’t help it, and I moaned.  My eyes snapped open, and I prayed that maybe he hadn’t heard me.  
    His hand slid from the arch of my foot up to my left ankle as his other hand gripped my right ankle.  Using my ankles as leverage, he jerked me toward him. I wasn’t dumb and I knew what that meant.  Clearly, he had heard me. I was trying to process all of that as he bent forward and kissed first one knee, then the other.
    I took a shocked breath and my jaw dropped as I stared at the top of his head.  Raising his eyes to mine, Dante asked, “Rina.  I want this.  Do you?”
    The line was shockingly easy to cross.
    Looking him straight in the eye I answered honestly and without hesitation. “Yes.  God, yes.”

    Loving Hart excerpt
    He looked gorgeous, as always, and I struggled to remember to breathe for a minute.  He works out like a mad man, and his body is to die for.  After giving me a kiss and a hug, Spence escorted me into his living room.  Taking a spot on his couch, I smiled when he took the seat at the other end.
    “What’s up angel?  What do you need?”
    I’d already decided not to beat around the bush, so I dove right in.  “Don’t flip out. I’m here because I need to kiss you again, and I want you to give me my first orgasm. It’s time.”
    I paused when he gasped, and I could see that he was going to argue with me.  “Shush Spence.  Listen to me before you say no.”
    He nodded tersely, so at least I knew he was listening.
    “I’m a virgin, and we both know I’m saving it for you.”
    The look on his face was a mixture of shock, discomfort and arousal.  “Jesus, Delilah, shoot straight much? That’s… I mean… I don’t know what the fuck to even say.”
    “You can cut the crap and admit that you’ve known all along that I was waiting for you.  I don’t mind waiting, not that I’m going to sit on my ass forever, but before I start taking care of my needs myself, I want you to get me there.  I want all my firsts to happen with you.”
    “Oh, fuck.  I don’t even…”
    Holding up my hand, I told him to hush.  “You can run from everyone else Spencer Cross, but you’ll never be able to run from me.  I know you want this and you’ve wanted it for a long time. You’ve been waiting for me to come to you again.  Well, here I am. Someday, you’ll have all of me.  Until you’re ready to take that step, I’m asking you to give me this.”
    I saw the exact moment that he accepted what I’d said as being true, and I knew he was going to do it. His eyes were like a firestorm when he looked at me.  “If this is what you really want angel, then yes. You’re right.  I want to give it to you.  Tell me how you want me to do this.”
    Standing, I took his hand in mine as I started walking toward his bedroom.  I walked fast, letting go of his hands when we got in so that I could throw myself on his bed.  After enjoying a little bounce, I propped myself on my elbow and stared at him as he stood over the bed.
    “You can start by kissing me.  How it goes from there is up to you.”

    Missing Hart excerpt
    Turning on my heel I ran for the door, desperate to be away from him.  I swung it open at the same moment he reached a hand out and slammed it.  Pivoting,  I glared up at him.  “What the hell are you doing?  You can’t let go of the past and I’m done being your fucking punching bag.  What do you want?”
    Pushing me roughly against the door he wrapped his fingers in my hair and pulled me against him.
    “You!  Goddammit, I fucking want you.”
    We met each other halfway, mouths smashing against each other in a kiss so intense that it was painful. My body went up in flames, the blood in my veins flowing hot for him. Our hands collided as we started ripping at each other’s clothes.  He bunched my skirt up to my waist and tore my panties off as I struggled to get his jeans open.  Finally I succeeded, reaching in and pulling his massively swollen erection out of his jeans and positioning it right at my center, marveling out how wet I was as I drenched his swollen head with my arousal.
    With one hard thrust, he was in so deep that it hurt.  After not being penetrated for four years, he filled me to capacity and then some.  I screamed out in ecstasy and clawed at his shirt as his hips pumped into me at warp speed.  My back was banging against the door with every punishing thrust and I didn’t care.  I felt him in every part of my body as he pounded in and out, our mouths smashed together as we kissed like two maniacs.  We were a mess of teeth and tongue, the pain turning immediately into pleasure.
    Ella Fox  writes like a woman possessed whenever she gets the chance!  She is the author of The Hart Family Series, The Renegade Saints Series and The Catch Series.

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