Her Master's Choice at Amazon!

Her Master's Choice is finally available on Amazon. 

My first MF-BDSM has hit the shelves and I'm nervous as hell!  I'm wondering whether this new genre will welcome me, or if it'll go over like a lead zeppelin.  I had a great time writing this book and I hope there will be many more in this series.

When Shannon Bloomfield hears a rumor that an influential, anonymous food critic is visiting her restaurant, she has no idea it’s the exotic bad-boy Tate Gooding, who holds her fate in his culinary hands. Tate, burned out on the club circuit life and traveling around the U.S. for his guidebook company, wants a deeper, more meaningful relationship with the three-star chef. 

Tate instructs Shannon in a thrilling new realm of private—and public—play, pushing her limits with every new scene.  Shannon discovers that her inner “Force-Me Queen” is an expert tease, skilled at keeping Tate on the edge.

But a creepy stalker has photos and threatens to expose Tate’s cover and their back alley scenes. Tracking down the culprit brings the couple closer than ever in their power plays, and Shannon learns that breaking out of her comfort zone is an arousing adventure when it’s Her Master’s Choice.

The Good Switch is up for preorder!

The Good Switch is up at Siren for preorder now!  I'm happy to introduce you to chef Natasha Woolf who bears an uncanny resemblance to Angie Harmon.

 

She is having all sorts of troubles with her unruly delinquent teen Corey, but any second now the dashing Ari Braverman will step up to take control of the chaos of poor Natasha's life.  Thank God for Ari.  Now Natasha can concentrate on showing him what a GOOD SWITCH she can be and not have to think about her son's latest car crash for a few minutes.

Awesomesauce Cover Reveal

I am SO excited to reveal the cover for The Good Switch, due out December 20.

I modeled the heroine Natasha after Angie Harmon--you can totally tell!  It's amazing how close Les gets to the original.

 

 Natasha Woolf’s delinquent teen son is giving her nothing but headaches.  Enter Ari Braverman, politician turned powerful food critic, and she welcomes the help.   Ari is a charismatic, cultured silver fox in an expensive business suit, and Natasha wants to restore order to the chaos that has become of her life.  Ari’s brand of domination equals security and safety for her. 

After a nasty breakup in Washington, DC, Ari hesitates to accept a new submissive.  But he discovers the spitfire restaurant owner has a feisty side that refuses to offer total surrender, and he’s surprised that her rebel play turns him on.

When his old girlfriend Kelly pops up begging to reconcile, Ari sends the ex-sub packing.  Kelly worms her way into the graces of politicos supporting his Congressional bid, with deadly intentions for the sub who has taken her place.  Natasha must fight tooth and nail to prove she is…THE GOOD SWITCH.

 

 

Read the First Chapter of Two of A Perfect Pair--FREE

Three of a Perfect Pair is available from Siren-Bookstrand HERE or at Amazon HERE.

THREE OF A PERFECT PAIR

Hell’s Delight 2

KAREN MERCURY

Copyright © 2013

Chapter One

“Thank God you’re here.”

Katrina Abramson grabbed her coworker by the arm and jerked her behind the voter registration booth. “Here are the forms, pens, Gatorade, and bumper stickers saying ‘Vote for Skip Mesquite.’”

“I thought we weren’t supposed to endorse any one candidate,” her coworker said dully.

“You’re right—we’re not.” Katrina raced madly from the booth as though fleeing an avalanche. It was the Fourth of July. She shouldn’t be standing behind a boring booth in a ninety-degree oven trying to push the least popular agenda at the Frontier Days Fiesta. She had only agreed to it because she had just broken up with her boyfriend, Marco, and thought it might help occupy her on a holiday where traditionally she was eating corn dogs, watching fireworks, and participating in a wet T-shirt contest—all for charity, of course. She usually won the wet T-shirt contest, too.

Katrina dashed past booths selling hemp hammocks, pyramids to communicate with one’s dead cat, bonsai, and tie-dyed T-shirts. Her goal was the beer truck. Katrina didn’t even normally drink beer. But today, what with the heat, the boredom of the voting booth, and having caught sight of Marco strolling with his arm draped over a strange girl’s shoulder, Katrina suddenly wanted one. Badly.

Ah. That cup of beer sure hit the spot. Immediately Katrina got back into line to purchase another cup. She danced back and forth on her feet, antsy. She wanted to leap over the counter, tear the smiling, affable workers away, and pour a pitcher of beer for herself. What the fuck is Marco thinking? Showing up in public so soon after we split? Everyone in town knows we were a couple for five years. You could at least show me the respect of not parading your bimbo all over the fair.

Three of a Perfect Pair up for Preorder

Hey!  Three of a Perfect Pair, the followup to the popular Three Hearts Beat as One, is on preorder at Siren!  It's a standalone so you don't need to read #1 to enjoy the whacky antics in Hell's Delight, California, where you never know who you might run into next at Positive Vibrations, the sex toy shop.  The women of the Cultured Pearl biker society are always ogling the strap-on display (and our curvaceous heroines), the bookshop owner is always breathing on the latest copy of the voyeur's magazine, Look Now!, and everyone is enjoying Mickey Tart, the latest flavor at Pearson's yogurt shop, even though Ben Pearson has gone up the river for one to two years.

They’re at it again in the hamlet of Hell’s Delight. Katrina Abramson, recovering from a nasty breakup, is hosed by firefighter Alex Coldiron during the annual Fourth of July water fight between rival fire companies. She is sprayed right into cattleman Shane Jonas, on the run from his past. He has returned to confront his future.

 

Town reporter Alex knows Shane wants to mend fences with brother Devin and plans to write a heartwarming article. Instead, he’s thrust into a passionate triangle with the amorous couple, and Alex must face the truth about his sexuality. Katrina is swept into a thrilling power exchange with the two men where no one is ever sure who has the upper hand.

 

An exotic, shady character from Shane’s former life is lurking in the shadows, spying on their play sessions, and Shane's dangerous past is about to come full circle.

Read the First Chapter of The Obedient Servant--FREE

The Obedient Servant is available from Siren-Bookstrand HERE.  It's over on Amazon HERE.

 

 

THE OBEDIENT SERVANT

Going for the Gold 6

KAREN MERCURY

Copyright © 2012

 

Chapter One

To speak of California was like mentioning the end of the world.

—The World Rushed In: The California Gold Rush Experience, J.S. Holliday

Near Sutter’s Fort

June 1846

When Milo returned down the hill from pissing behind a rock, Stuttering Zeke was talking to a stunningly handsome soldier.

Every nerve in Milo’s skin became alert—tense, tingly, on fire. He went to stand next to the luscious soldier. He put his hands on his hips and cocked his head, just vaguely listening to their palaver. But really, he was studying the craggy face and bowed lips of this reprobate corporal.

Milo knew Corporal Vargas was a reprobate mainly because he was from Spain. They were all deviant buggers in Spain. But this deviant bugger’s demeanor was entirely sensual. His lush lips curled up arrogantly at the corners, and his thick tousled head of hair was hidden under the ratty cloth turban he’d fashioned. Some tendrils that escaped at his neck gave him an erotic, almost girlish look.

The lashes fringing his malachite-green eyes were also girlishly long. Those were the only feminine features of this devilishly delicious soldier. He was obviously powerfully muscular under his fringed leggings and the navy shirt with stars on the collar. The naval supplies issued to Frémont’s California Battalion, however, hadn’t lasted long. Most battalion men wore a mishmash of clothing, handmade or stolen, and this fine specimen of manhood was no exception, with his Digger moccasins. A brace of pistols in his gun belt, the requisite bowie knife, a sword, and a rifle slung across his back, and Corporal Vargas was bristling like a porcupine with armament.