Stormy Night Publications

Extended previews for last weekend's new releases can be found below.

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Olivia's Guardian by Rose St. Andrews - Extended Preview

“All right, Olivia, let’s take care of the matter,” he said, returning to clear the table.

She swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.”

“Go to the living room and stand in the corner, and wait for me.”

“Corner? You-you want me to have… corner time? That’s embar… I mean, yes, sir.”

Plodding to the room, she remembered her promise, and so she took up the position. It was humiliating and she just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. For close to ten minutes, she just stood there, hands sliding up and down her little jeans shorts, and then came his heavy footsteps. She stiffened and stood up straight, but didn’t turn or even look around.

“Olivia, come here and lie across the arm of the couch.”

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At Her Husband's Command by Lily Harlem - Extended Preview

“Yes, Sir.” Melody spread her legs and held onto Ivor’s shoulder. What was his plan? They had four guests sitting in the next room, waiting for them. Surely he wasn’t going to…

“You were my sweet, young, naïve little virgin and touching you for the first time nearly made me come straight away,” he said, his breath hot and his voice low.

“You made me come,” she whispered. “I didn’t think I would, that first time, but I did.”

“Spectacularly.” He smiled and slipped his finger through her pussy lips and touched her clit.

“Mmm…” She groaned. It didn’t matter to her that they had guests waiting. It was Ivor’s decision; if he wanted to finger her then he could. He was in charge.

“This sweet little cunt,” he said, “all mine, only mine.”

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Bride of the Trogarians by Ava Sinclair - Extended Preview

The finger on her clit was pressing rhythmically now, and there was no doubt that Utak knew what he was doing, that he was teasing her toward orgasm. Iris resisted, crying out for him to stop even as her body edged closer to the climax she so desperately sought to fight.

And then something worse happened. Just as she topped the summit of pleasure, but before she could careen down the other side, the huge fingers withdrew and she felt herself lifted not just up, but off the floor, held aloft and face-to-face with a very angry Zios.

“Yes,” he said. “We were lied to. But not by the Traoians.”

She wriggled in his grasp, her feet kicking helplessly above the floor. Zios’ eyes were locked on hers. “We do not tolerate lies.”

He pulled her to a nearby wooden bench, sat down, and pulled her across his knee

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