Hey bookies! The standalone sequel to Steam Bunny is here!
FIT TO BE TIED is now live!
Heat level: High
Content warning: contains voyeurism, light ménage, explicit sex scenes, graphic language, may trigger readers sensitive to miscarriage.
He was the bad guy in Steam Bunny. The superhero lover in Super-Sex Me. Now find out what deep dark secrets make Race Lindstrom Fit To Be Tied in the latest erotic romance novella in the Little Miss Kick-Ass series.
1 Viking sex god + 1 kick-ass heroine = 130 pages full of hot sex scenes, snappy dialogue and heart-aching romance. Grab a glass of wine, a fan to cool yourself, and a box of tissues. You’re going to need it.
From bestselling author, Felicity Kates, the Little Miss Kick-Ass series continues.
Casey’s BFF, Astrid Bitten, takes center stage this time with her nemesis, Race Lindstrom.
Is love written in the stars by the gods, or just a fantasy?
He’s a liar. A manipulative ass. He doesn’t deserve a second chance. Yet I can’t stop thinking about him and that night we shared in Chicago four weeks ago. He dominates my dreams, making me want him more each day. Trapped with him at an Ice Hotel in Sweden, do I have a hope in hell of resisting him? Maybe not, but I’ll kick his ass if he ever calls me his goddess again.
She’s the love of my life, my dream, the goddess I’ve been waiting an eternity for. I know she hates me for the deceptive life I’ve led, but I want to give her everything she’s ever craved, fill each second of her life with bliss. But…trapped for a weekend in the place where my life went to hell, how can I avoid the nightmare that haunts me? Not to mention the ass-kicking Astrid will give me when she discovers the darkest secret of my past.
“I never lied to you,” I say with as much conviction as I can put into my voice without resorting to using my unique gift in persuasion. If she’s going to trust me, she needs to do so on her own.
“No? So sleeping with me to get a deal with my best friend was what? Honest business?” Her eyes flash with anger as she speaks in hushed tones. “You used me, Race. Just like you’re using me now for this stupid reality TV show. If I didn’t love Casey and Lucas so much, there’s no way in hell I’d ever be here as part of this wedding crap. So just shove it with your games and your lies.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, she settles back against her seat and resumes looking out her window.
So edgy and untrusting. Not that I can blame her, but damn. How can I explain to her any differently than the few hundred times I’ve already tried? What will it take to get her to understand, without using my gods-given gift of influence, that meeting her at that Fan Expo convention changed my life forever?
Yes, I went there for business. Yes, my intention was to swindle a deal. And, yes, I set out to do so by compromising the fiery relationship between Lucas and Casey. But it wasn’t the Buxom Bunny who caught my eye.
Maybe I should have ignored my attraction for Astrid and kept on walking by. Saved us from the pain we’re experiencing now by keeping everything strictly business. But being around her eased the lonely ache, even as it twisted it with memories best left buried. And I couldn’t deny the startling realization, which imprinted on my body that first intensely erotic night we shared, that maybe, just maybe, the gods have handed me a precious second chance.
I’ll be damned before I’ll let that go, no matter how stubborn she is.
“I fell in love with you.” It’s the honest truth, but the mistake in saying so is obvious the moment the words blurt from my mouth.
“Oh, please,” she scoffs as she stiffens in her chair, clearly offended by the idea. “Don’t start with that bullshit. That’s low, even for you.”
“It’s not bullshit.”
“No?” She presses her fingers to her temples and sucks in a breath, fighting for calm. “Do you even know what love is, Race?” she asks, her patronizing tone loaded with anger as she folds her hands in her lap.
I’ve felt the pleasure of it burn in my chest, seeming so long ago now, at Charity’s first shy kiss. And I’ve felt the absolute agony of it as the body of my wife grew cold in my arms. The rage and helplessness of knowing, that even with all the unique power I was born with, there was nothing I could do to stop death.
Yes, I have loved. And I vowed never to fall victim to the gut-wrenching insanity again. Yet here I am, more insane than ever, at the mercy of Astrid’s rejection.
White knuckled, her hands grip the armrests as the plane banks toward Kiruna. Out of the corner of my eye, the small city looms large in the window, but if Astrid notices the dazzling view, it doesn’t show. Her nostrils flare, her gaze fixed squarely on me.
“We fucked, Race. You got what you wanted. I learned my lesson. End of story. So stop trying to prove what a con you are. I get it.”
No, she didn’t get it. Not by a long shot.
“Just tell me one thing,” I say and wait for her to stop rolling her eyes and settle her gaze on mine again. “Before you knew my name. When you thought I was just some guy in a costume. How did it feel when we were together?”
Exciting. Beautiful. Alive.
I see the truths we both experienced flash within her eyes before her expression turns hot with shame. She sucks in a breath and blinks, her chin lifting slightly. Wary. Distrustful.
She opened for me so briefly, but the beauty I saw within her stole my heart. My crumpled, damaged heart. Does she think I enjoy feeling this vulnerability? This painful re-awakening?
“It was fun. That was all,” she snaps.
“That wasn’t all.” Not even remotely. One day soon I’ll have to explain the full extent of my secrets to her as I’m certain she must already have questions about her own. But first, she needs to trust me. “Now who’s lying, Astrid?” I can’t help prodding.
She felt the recognition in her soul. I saw it in her eyes and smile when she looked at me the moment we met at the convention. I saw it in her dreams while she slept beside me that one precious night we shared.
Before the so-called truth of my narcissistic business identity intruded, and the callous shell I worked so hard to build out of my loss and pain came back to bite me. Hard.
Race Lindstrom: professional asshole and womanizer.
The betrayal I knew she would feel as soon as she recognized my name took root with swift, uncompromising fury. She clings to it now as a shield. But it’s a shield I fully intend to crack. Swiftly. And without mercy.
Whether she wants to accept it or not, she is mine.
“Do me a favor, Race? Don’t talk to me for the rest of this trip. Don’t look at me. Don’t touch me. Just leave me the hell alone.”
“I can’t. You were right about one thing, Astrid.” I lick my lips as her own purse in frustration. “I am a selfish bastard. I love you. I want you. And I won’t stop until you are moaning my name with my cock buried deep inside you. Bliss, sweetheart. I’m going to give you bliss or die trying.”
~~~ Other books by Felicity Kates ~~~
Steam Bunny available free on Kindle Unlimited for the summer (or winter depending on which hemisphere you are).
Super-Sex Me available free on Kindle Unlimited as part of the Just Desserts anthology of sexy bite-sized erotic stories.
About the author:
Felicity Kates is a mild-mannered manager by day. At night, she trades in her sensible shoes for stilettos and lets her imagination run wild. Felicity enjoys writing fun, flirty fantasies that combine geek humor with strong characters who have super-sexy desires. She lives off of coffee and dreams and loves to go for walks along the shores of Lake Ontario, taking pictures of whatever catches her eye. A romantic at heart, Felicity is a firm believer in snuggling under blankets and reading a good book to warm up the cold Canadian winters. When not writing, she can most often be found enjoying the quiet company of her husband and son, whom she loves very, very much.