
Having sampled the forbidden fruits of her online antics, Savannah wants more. When her relationship with Arcas comes under pressure, Savannah must make a choice. Will she make the right one? Fans of Julia Quinn, Shayla Black, Tessa Dare, and EL James will love Voyeur by Ida Brady, a spicy, seductive, enemies-to-lovers, alpha/virgin, disability, BDSM, erotic romance.
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Savannah’s desire always began in her clit. The tell-tale pulsing, the silent rhythmic throbbing captivated her, holding her in its thrall. Spellbound. She was learning so much about her sexuality, discovering new kinks and fetishes, finding out what it was that aroused her. A bit of dom/sub action. Super hot. Pup play. Super not. But there was no judgment in her exploration. No shame. Nothing off limits. Arcas was a generous and open-minded lover. Their sex-life in the past three months had been like unlocking some secret level in a game. Wondrous, new, and a little fucking scary. Which was why she was eager and yet nervous as she approached the luxurious estate miles away from the city, about to embark on her first orgy. The ranch-style home was one of many exclusive properties that dotted the Victorian coastline. Arcas had pointed out the sheer number of convertibles and boutique stores as she drove through Somerton, slowing to a crawl every now and then to gawk at the locals. Every person they spotted seemed to be out of some high-end fashion advertisement. Perfect hair, expensive clothes and a decent fake tan. It was odd and yet fascinating but not enough to distract her from the trepidation that danced along her spine. Savannah drove through the gated security of the estate and along the winding driveway, secured on either side by large hedgerows. She felt simultaneously comforted and claustrophobic. Until she spotted the house. It sprawled out in front of them, stretching across the paved drive and extending out farther than she could see. If the grandiosity of the home wasn’t enough to make her feel nervous, the sheer newness of this experience did. She took her time getting out of the car, smoothing down her dress, admiring the plants and flowers. But she couldn’t hang out in the driveway forever. Savannah straightened her spine as they approached the front door. Arcas waited patiently beside her, giving her a light pat on her butt for encouragement. A hell of a lot had changed in three months, including the spectacular success of her online sex blog, ‘Sexcapades.’ She was fast building up many sexual experiences, which meant a ton of material to write about, not that she could document everything. Lord knew, she tried. “You know you have to ring the bell to gain entry, right?” Savannah turned to her boyfriend. His green eyes were bright with mischief. “I think I’m a little nervous.” “That’s totally normal.” “Bec said she’d be coming, right?” “She did. And that the people who rock up here are legit. It’s exclusive and selective. They know about your blog, and that you’ve got a private channel. It’s all above board.” The private channel had been created when a few individuals wanted to take her journaling and sexual experiences to a new level. They’d wanted to watch her have sex online. To see her pleasure herself, making requests in the process. After chatting with Arcas about the safety measures they would put in place, she had set up an exclusive, private group. Which meant that if anyone actually wanted to watch her orgasm, they could. If they paid. And boy did they pay. It had been more popular than she had expected. She was still becoming accustomed to this line of work, not to mention the wonderfully liberating nature of exploring her sexuality with strangers. Savannah nodded. Drawing in a deep breath, she rang the bell. “It’s orgy time.”
About Ida Brady
Ida Brady writes spicy contemporary and erotic romance that packs all the heat! From humour, to heartbreak, to happily ever after, you’re guaranteed a steamy read with all the tropes. Enemies to lovers, billionaire, virgin, menage…you name it, she writes it!
Ida is a lover of chocolate and thunderstorms. When she isn’t trying to tame her intractable curls, she’s running after her little ones, usually with a book in hand. Ida lives in the hustle and bustle of Melbourne’s CBD with her Irish husband and their out of control collection of books. She sometimes daydreams about having a huge library in her home but will settle for stacking novels in the kitchen drawers instead.
In her past life, Ida taught VCE Literature and English to a gaggle of teenagers. While she misses their enthusiasm, she sure as hell doesn’t miss marking papers. You might find her dancing the Argentine tango in her spare time, which isn’t often these days. She loves travelling with her family, observing strangers at cafés and getting lost in a good story.
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Locked away in a sterile building with nothing but the echoing thoughts in my head.
The sounds of orderlies’ footsteps are so eerily similar to the ones that haunted my childhood.
I tried to fix Deluge, to set us back on the path from which we started.
But I fucking failed.
My brother found his mate, Hail found his, and I’ve always had mine.
Now, he has another.
Do I let that go? Or do I storm through their Cheerful facade and claim Squall Andersson as my own?
Squall
I’ve never felt this way.
Having my heart ripped in two and each half belonging to a different person.
But at one time, the whole thing belonged to him.
He’s always been the moon that stands bright in my starless sky, but Tiny is the sun, chasing away the night’s lingering darkness.
I don’t see a happy ending where we’re all together, not when he’s so possessive.
Do I bury half of my heart to keep her safe? Or do I stand still and let the crushing winds of Torrent James test our strengths?



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“So, are you a good biker boy or an arrogant creep?”
Jarek Zenko turned to look at the speaker of the unusual question. He recoiled. Not in a bad way. The woman who’d dropped down on the stool next to him at the bar was…stunning. Blonde hair rippling down her back. Wide eyes. Perfect features. “Now that’s one I haven’t heard before.”
Her unlined brow furrowed. “One what?”
“Pick up line.”
Instead of being insulted, she laughed. “Not tonight, buddy. I just got burned.”
“By an arrogant creep?”
“Yep.”
“What’d he do?”
“Cheated on me.” She held out her hand. “No more ring here.”
“You’re married?”
She shook her head. “Engaged. Past tense.”
“Let me buy you a drink.” He held up his hands arrest style. “No strings attached.”
She watched him. Dissected him. He knew he wasn’t exactly attractive. But he had okay features, big gray eyes, a decent haircut, longer than he used to wear in Afghanistan but still short.
“Sure. I’ll have a…” a slight hesitation as she glanced at his bottle “…a Molson’s.”
Signaling the bartender, he ordered her drink. The band had stopped playing so it was quiet enough to talk. And the crowd had thinned, but there was still a low buzz of conversation. When her beer came, he turned back to her. “Did he at least do it gently? In a private place.”
Now her face lost its sassiness and turned sad. “No to both. We were having dinner at The Lakeview Restaurant. Over our wine, he told me he was tired of me.”
“Tired? Of you?” How could a man get tired of that face? He took a quick peek. From what he could tell under her shirt, her body was great, too. “He’s gotta be nuts.”
“Go figure.” But the tone was self-effacing. She forced a smile. “I threw the drink in his face.”
“Good for you.”
“He found somebody who was more exciting. Younger.”
“How old are you?”
“Biker boy, you don’t ask a woman that.”
“We’re way past niceties, biker girl.”
She laughed at what he called her. “Thirty-five. You?”
“Thirty-six.”
“Are you married?” she asked.
“No.” A deep frown. “I wouldn’t be flirting with you if was.”
“You’re flirting with me?”
“Yep. And you’re flirting with me.”
“I guess.”
Now the smile was genuine. He noticed the raisin color lipstick on her mouth. It looked…tasty.
“How’d you get involved with such a jerk?”
She sipped the beer. “The bastard and I grew up in the same neighborhood. We started dating and were on and off many years.”
“How come you didn’t tie the knot sooner?” he asked her.
“Neither of us was ready.”
She studied his face. “Why aren’t you happily wed?”
“I was. Or so I thought.”
She said, “Oh.”
“What?”
“Did she die?”
“No, just her feelings for me. I was in…never mind?”
“In, what? Come on. We’ll never see each other again.”
He guessed he could tell her some. “She sent me a letter while I was out of town. It was awful. A lot like getting dumped by text.”
Reaching out, she touched his arm. Her fingers were long with unpainted nails.
He turned his body more to face her. “How’d you end up here at Harley’s?” A local biker bar.
“An advertisement about the auction was left at my work.” She glanced away for a minute. “How about you?”
“A buddy of mine in our biker group had a son who died from an overdose. He has these benefits periodically.”
Her gaze dropped to his black t-shirt. It sported a huge white eagle on the back with a tire in the middle. Running through it was a purple ribbon with Larry Thomas Memorial Poker Run. Below the eagle was a quote, Your light shines on us. The sleeve had a small purple ribbon folded over itself like the pink ones used for breast cancer.
“Love the shirt.”
“Yeah? You want one?”
“I do!”
He reached over into his backpack which sat on the floor. Produced another shirt. She took it, stood, shook out the tee and poked her arms and head into it. She was tall but slender and the thing dropped to her knees. She sat back down. “Thanks.”
Now his smile was genuine. “You, lady, are something else.”
“Nah, I’m boring, remember? The bastard said so.”
“Nah, you’re fascinating. Hang around awhile?”
“If we stay anonymous.”
“You’ll be the gorgeous woman I met at a bar.”
“And you’ll be the guy with animal magnetism that I met at a bar, too.”
She thought he had animal magnetism? Nobody ever told him that.
She lifted her beer. “To bikers.”
“To beautiful, feisty women.”
Their eyes met as they clinked their bottles. A kick of electricity shot through him at the look they exchanged.



As the Sergeant at Arms of the Rebel Souls, I keep the peace amongst the brothers and make sure that the rules are followed. We ride hard and play even harder. What was supposed to be a routine night, turned into total chaos. The fiery redhead that I’ve longed for is suddenly taken and the dormant beast within is out for blood.
It’s been a long time since I’ve tortured someone. The screams of agony brought peace to my soul. They should’ve thought twice before they took her. I’m the payback that makes you regret your actions and the monster that gives you nightmares.
**Warning** Rebel Torture is an Erotic Suspense Novel with graphic sexual scenes that may offend some readers. This book contains explicit language, adult themes/language, torture, and conversations about sex trafficking. This book contains content that is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Please read with caution.



I love reading and listening to all genres, but I’m very drawn to Romance on the kinky side of things. I believe pursuing your passion brings out your creativity and allows endless possibilities to come forth. It is magic to take a reader on a journey that forces them to crossover into your world. My love for stories has inspired me to write and share my words. I hope readers enjoy them as much as I loved creating them.

Dominic Price believed he had a future with Juliana Rutherford until one dark night, she goes missing, and her affluential father has him arrested for her disappearance. After spending nearly two years in prison for a crime he didn’t commit, he is acquitted and has one goal in mind – Revenge.















Aubree is bringing the heat and the drama with this short and sweet second chance romance about a hot cop and the town’s favorite kindergarten teacher. Sparks will fly as these two reconnect and rediscover not only their love for one another but who they are now as individuals. Readers who love Corinne Michaels and Melanie Harlow will devour Loves Me Knot by Aubree Valentine, a steamy, small town, second chance, beach romance.
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Copyright 2023 Aubree Valentine
“What are you doing?” I leaned closer to my best friend Abby and whispered through gritted teeth. It was bad enough that I let her convince me to come with her to this Manuary charity auction. Now she was sitting here bidding, Candy Cane Key’s favorite Sherriff’s Deputy, who also happened to be my pain in the ass ex. Deputy Ryan Albright worked the crowd of hungry local women with his piercing blue-green eyes, a charming and seemingly innocent schoolboy smile, and that sandy blondish-brown hair that I used to love running my fingers through. When he winked at someone in the front, a table of ladies that we graduated high school with whistled and placed another round of bids. Abby’s hand went up and she doubled the last bid. “Abby!” I hissed, suddenly wishing I was anywhere but here. Betsy Henry, my arch-rival essentially since birth raised Abby’s bid while looking right at me with an evil smirk on her face. Ha. If Betsy wanted a date with Ryan, she could have him. It would serve him right, too. After breaking my heart in two, Ryan absolutely deserved to suffer through a night with the likes of Betsy. Besides, it wasn’t like I was the one bidding on him. Abby pledged another hundred dollars on top of Betsy’s bid. What the hell was she thinking? Did she want a date with Ryan? There was no way. Abby would never do that to me, nor would she do that to her boyfriend Liam. And if she was merely trying to up the bids and raise more money for charity then surely she would have placed a bid on some of the other guys, too. Right? I swallowed hard and my cheeks flushed when Ryan looked in our direction and shot Abby a confused glance before locking eyes with me. “Abs. Really. That’s enough. Please, stop,” I pleaded. “Going once. Going twice,” the auctioneer called out. “Sold to our very own Abby Monet!” I gasped out loud. Abby turned and looked at me with a satisfied grin. “You’re welcome.” “What?” I croaked. “That was all for you, bestie,” she winked. “You can thank me later.” “Abbbbbbyyyyy. What have you done?”Buy Now or Read for FREE with Kindle Unlimited!

About Aubree Valentine
Aubree Valentine began her book world career as a personal assistant for a close friend/author and as a book blogger. But, she’s been writing stories of all kinds since she was a child. Her time spent as a personal assistant and book blogger only further fueled her love of romance and the desire to write her own happily ever afters, so with a hard shove from a friend (or four), she made the leap and officially published her very first book in 2016. Since then Aubree has brought to life more than a dozen sexy alphas, including her beloved fan-favorite first responders from the Too Hot to Handle collection. When she’s not writing, you can find her curled up with a good book and her fur babies. Or bringing to life some over-the-top craft project.Follow: Website | Facebook | Reader Group | Instagram | Goodreads | Bookbub | Amazon | Newsletter | Pinterest
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