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{Release Blitz} Grace

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Title: Grace
Series: Disgrace Trilogy #3
Author: Dee Palmer
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: January 24, 2017

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Surprise is the understatement of the year and it hits Sam and Jason like a freight train.

Rocked and shocked, Sam needs to determine if this is a really good surprise, because as much as she loves Jason, any future they may have together could be doomed if he’s not 100 percent all-in. She can’t afford to settle for anything less since there’s so much at stake now.

Jason Sinclair will stop at nothing to protect the woman he loves and keep her safe and shielded when ghosts of her brutal past rear their ugly head.

Truth is the biggest challenge these two face when confronted with the future, a truth in which Jason made his position crystal clear on. Will he test this hard limit to the point of destroying what is between them? Or will he save them both?

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EXCERPT

“You shouldn’t be here. You need to leave.” I break the kiss and push away as much as his weight will allow. My legs scissor trying to close. He pauses for a moment, searching my eyes, my tone is serious and my face even more so, but if he looks hard enough he can see the fire in my eyes. This is a very fine line I am leading him along and it is only that I trust him with my soul that I feel safe enough to play with that fire, a fire his eyes now recognise.

“Make me.” He growls.

It’s like a touch paper being lit and I explode beneath him. The force of the move and sharp twist in my body takes him by surprise and I manage to scramble out from under his body and slip to the edge of the bed. His hand wraps around my ankle and he swiftly drags me back across the sheet, planting a sound slap on my arse cheek and laughing out at my futile attempt to escape. Oh I’m mad now. I kick my legs and once again I am free. This time, I’m quick and leap from the bed and race toward the bathroom. I only make it two strides across the room, he’s like my shadow, instantly at my back. He grabs my arm and spins me into his chest, stepping me hard and fast against the wall. I grunt out breathless at the impact and he steps back and freezes, his hands held up in surrender.

Not what I was expecting in the cat and mouse game of rough resistance play.

“I can’t Sam.” His broken tone and soft words slice me. He shakes his head and steps up to me softening the rejection that must be plastered on my face. “Not because I don’t want to…fuck look how much I want to.” His eyes dip and mine follow his line of sight to the most painful looking erection straining against his abdomen. “You are the fucking sexiest woman alive but I can’t play this game…not right now. What if I hurt you?” His questions feels rhetorical and sounds like a plea.

“You hurt me all the time Jason…I like it, remember?” I can’t hide the hurt and humiliation. My words are fired with a snarl, my tone harsh and hateful. He doesn’t flinch but steps flush against my heaving body, adrenalin and desire still coursing though me despite his shut down.

“This is different and you know it.” He states calmly but his position implacable. “I want to try this…I get it, I do, but this could get very rough and I am not prepared to risk my baby.” Shit now I feel worse.  I deflate in his arms, what’s wrong with me? He pulls me into his warm embrace and I crumple in his arms.

“I didn’t think…I just…” I falter my guilt wrestling with my shame and rendering me speechless.

“That’s what I’m for…we’re in this together Sam and I wasn’t thinking either or I wouldn’t have started. This wasn’t exactly covered in your ‘list’ at the doctors but I’m pretty sure he would’ve said no.” He brushes the fallen hair from my face, his fingers sweep my cheek and he holds my face so we he is gazing unobstructed into my eyes. “You’re strong Sam but really you don’t stand a chance against me.”

“Oh really we’ll see about that.” I let out a light laugh at his wry smile. His teasing tone enough to bring me back to my senses without a shred of blame.

“In about nine months.” He wiggles his brows playfully and I let my head drop on to his chest and smile against his warm skin.

“In eight and a bit months.” I mutter and look up to him looking down. My breath catches at the depth of love in his gaze. He bends and scoops me into his arms, turning and walking back across the room, he unceremoniously dumps me on to the bed.

“We will rain check that new game but for now I’m going to go old school and just fuck your brains out.” His voice is low and sensual. The bed dips as he stalks up my body, such desire and adoration in his eyes any trace of rejection is obliterated with that completely covetous look scorching my skin as it travels the length of my reclining body.

“I like the sound of that.” I exhale and sigh at the same time.

“Not sure all the other guests will share your view though beautiful, so maybe keep the screaming down.” He quips.

“I thought you liked it when I screamed your name.” I suck my bottom lip in and let my most wicked grin split my lips and pull them wide.

“I do.” He hesitates but his expression is troubled, it takes a moment to sink in.

“Your mum…don’t tell me she’s a light sleeper?” I get a nervous knot in my stomach and I wonder if his mother is actually the Queen of bloody England. I really wish I had met her before because this pedestal her boys have placed her on makes my neck strain.

“She wouldn’t have to be a light sleeper Sam, you scream like a banshee.” He teases and settles kneeling between my legs. His heavy cock in his hand, resting the tip at the apex of my thighs, tapping a hypnotic rhythm.

“Fine, I won’t scream.” My mouth waters at the sight.

“I could gag you.” He offers and I smile sweetly.

“You could try.” I purr.

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AUTHOR BIO

Dee Palmer hates talking about herself in the third person so I won’t. My husband had my iPod engraved one Christmas with ‘sing like no-one’s listening’ and I know my family actually wish they weren’t listening because I am, in fact, tone deaf but it doesn’t stop me and this gentle support has enabled me to fulfill a dream. This has been a truly brilliant experience. Amazon Best seller in Erotic Romance category and short listed for Erotic Author Guild Best Breakthrough Author and Best Series for The Choices Trilogy in 2015..it’s been a pretty fantastic first year! 

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{Blog Tour} Disgraceful

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Disgraceful by Dee Palmer
Disgrace Trilogy #2

Synopsis

After the dust settles on the most erotic night in her life, a fantasy-fulfilling experience that not only brought Sam back to life, but also laid her brutal demons to rest. Her lust for life returns with her irrepressible passion and she embraces the changes in her life, almost without reservation…almost.

Jason Sinclair is just the Dominant to take a woman like Sam on. She’s fearless and feisty, but when she lost herself, he nearly lost her all over again. By giving her that one night, he became more than her savior…he became her everything. Opening her up to what the future could hold with a potential life of hedonistic heaven together.

Or could one fantasy have been too far? Can the two super kinky souls really settle down together?

As much as Sam dreams of a happily ever after, she’s much too realistic and can’t seem to shake the dark clouds of doubt rolling in. Is the promise of domestic bliss bound to be cursed from day one or does the King of Kink have more tricks up his sleeve?

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Excerpt

Shit I get this shooting pain across my shoulders and the instant I try to move my arm I realize I can’t. I can’t move either of my arms and the reason my shoulder is cramping like a mother fucker is because I am handcuffed to my headboard. I stretch my neck hard to the left then right to ease some of the muscle tension but it is set like concrete. The fact that I am aching like this means I have been asleep in this position for some considerable time.

“Sam!” I yell out and wait. Nothing. Several more full volume shouts and I get a twinge of unease that she has perhaps left me here and fucked off or worse.  “Sam get your fucking arse back here right now and uncuff me or so help me I swear—” I stop mid shout when the bedroom door opens and Sam enters with a tray of sweet smelling food. Barefoot she silently shuffles across the floor and places the tray on my bedside table. Her smile is timid and my eyes bore into her, watching her every move. She steps back slight out of my reach, not that I could reach but she’s rightly cautious.

“Care to explain?” I rattle the cuffs roughly and she sheepishly bites her lips together.

“They are pretty self explanatory wouldn’t you say?” She lifts the cover on the tray and a warm waft of fresh baked pancakes hits me harder than the fresh cafetierie of coffee beside the plate.

“Okay beautiful what’s going on? You only ever get the pancakes out when you’re worried.” I pull hard against the cuffs and growl with frustration. I need her in my arms and this is unbearable and she will know that. “Talk to me beautiful.”

“I worry you work too hard. You looked so tired last night and I needed to make sure you weren’t going to take off in the middle of the night to go back to work.”

“Why would I take off in the middle of the night?”

“Well, just recently every time your damn phone rings you seem to have to go in to the office.” Her words are clipped with frustration but I can see the genuine concern in her eyes. I breathe out a gentle puff and keep my voice calm. I know she has my best intentions at heart but tying me up was never going to be a great idea.

“This is exceptional. You know it’s not always like this, wait my phone rang? I didn’t hear that. Where is it?” I look to the nightstand where I left my phone on charge but it’s not there. “Sam?” I growl fighting my rising anger.

“See, you were so tired you didn’t even hear it ring.” Her hand drifts behind her and I can only assume my phone is currently perched in her back pocket of her pyjama shorts.

“But I’m awake now so how about you un-cuff me and let me see who called.” I grit out the words slowly through my clenched jaw.

“It was the office…someone called Greg. He didn’t leave a message.” Her hand is still tucked behind her backside.

“Cuffs.” I smile tightly but my jaw is ticking nicely and her eyes hone in on that little muscle as her head shakes slowly.

“How about you let me keep you cuffed and I make it worth your while staying there all day.” Her sensual tone does delicious things to my insides and my painfully hard cock but…

“Tempting but I still have to make that call to Greg. He won’t have called me to shoot the breeze Sam. It will be important.”

“Hmm, a compromise then. I will let you make the call if you let me keep the cuffs on you.”

“That’s not a compromise Sam. That is you getting your way.”

“And that’s bad because?” She fails at her attempt to look sheepish because her eyes shine with utter wickedness.

“It’s not bad baby but it’s definitely not a compromise.” She holds my phone out and waves it in a teasing manner.

“Your call Jason.” She says my name in a sing song carefree tone that makes me flip.

“No.” and there is no misunderstanding my resolute tone.

“No?”

“I’ll happily play tie up but I won’t be manipulated. Even if it is done with the best intentions beautiful.” I add her nickname to try and soften the curtness and rage that is peaking through my veiled attempt at remaining calm and controlled.

“Shame.” She places the phone next to the breakfast tray and sits beside me, the bed dips only slightly. Her fingers slide beneath the covers and she pulls them down and off the end. I am naked, secured to the bedpost and have the most enormous hard-on that springs to attention as soon as the sheet is dropped. Her hand wraps around the base and she grips me tight. I hiss through my teeth because that pressure is fucking perfect. I can feel the blood surge under her hand and I swell against her hold.

She climbs on to the bed, her soft thighs encase mine, her hair forms a curtain partially covering her face when she dips to swipe her tongue over my sensitive tip. Her eyes never leave mine, predatory and scorching. Her tongue takes another swipe and it’s all I can do not to come right then. I suck in a sharp breath and let out an agonising groan when her lips cover the head of my cock and slide down as much as she can in one smooth beautiful move.

“Oh fuck!” I would close my lids, it feels so damn good when she does that but her own dark eyes are fixed on me as she works her way up and down my thick cock. And if that isn’t the hottest thing I don’t know what is. Her hand moves over me in unison with her delicious mouth and her tongue traces lines up my length and then sweeps and swirls over my tip driving me fucking insane. My hips roll to encourage the rhythm she is setting but I am under no illusion she is running this show.

Her other hand cups my balls and tugs, her fingertips press the pressure point just behind my sack and I feel the first surge of my climax. I choke out a gasp because her thumb presses firmly on my crown its like a fucking emergency stop. Shit! Before I can voice my objection her hot wet lips are again taking me deep into her mouth and swallowing me down. The climax that had been denied starts to swell immediately in my balls and burns from the base of my spine through every single nerve ending.

My wrists burn with the strain I am putting on the cuffs. I so want to run my hands through her hair and just hold her right there. Mostly to stop her doing that again. I bite back a curse when she does exactly that. Damn it. Her smile is nefarious at best, but I think there might be a sadist lurking when she takes her sweet time dragging her tongue up the length of my throbbing erection after the third denied climax. Her breath is hot and feels like a flame on my raw, sensitive skin when she sighs and rolls back onto her heels.

“About that compromise.” She smiles sweetly and I know from that look in her eyes she could do this for hours. I also know she won’t top me, however delectable her bottom maybe.

“Sorry beautiful what was that you said? I am a little out of it waiting for my next non-orgasm.” Her eyes narrow and she searches my face for any sign of the lie but I am impassive and I have never been so grateful she can’t read the fucking torture this is on my face. She huffs and jumps from the bed. I let out a raucous laugh that sends her face into a furious reddening rage. She snatches up a pancake and forces into my laughing mouth. I continue to laugh while chewing down the food.

“Impossible.” She turns and storms from the room.

About the author

Dee Palmer hates talking about herself in the third person so I won’t. My husband had my iPod engraved one Christmas with ‘sing like no-one’s listening’ and I know my family actually wish they weren’t listening because I am, in fact, tone deaf but it doesn’t stop me and this gentle support has enabled me to fulfil a dream. This has been a truly brilliant experience, I wrote The Choices Trilogy back to back and released them this year just one month apart…Don’t you hate waiting for the next book in a series? The entire process has undoubtedly been made possible by my incredibly supportive family. I know this is very much an acknowledgment but I know I wouldn’t be writing even this single paragraph if it wasn’t for them so this is about who I am, I am because they let me be.

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