Dual release of Switching It Up and Forging Love by Michele Zurlo

Switching It Up

SAFE Security 2


Tour Titles Blurb

As Brea settles into her new life as a D/s switch, treasure hunter, and David’s fiancée, her old nemesis Grayson Cuyler resurfaces with a deadly deal. Either David must accept a dangerous, unsanctioned mission or Cuyler will make sure Brea pays for her former life as a thief and con artist. Against Brea’s wishes, David and his team take on this impossible task.

Left behind, Brea and her sister/partner-in-crime Jessica hatch a plan that will take them to the Central American country of San Tesoro and put them in the clutches of the man from whom David must steal the prize that will save or doom them all.

Warnings: BDSM, sensory play, anal sex, sex toys, D/s role switching, and chocolate frosting

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Tour Titles Excerpt

He placed one of the throw pillows on his lap. “Come on up, Sugar.”

This was his favorite position for spanking me. It was comfortable for us both. I arranged myself across his lap with my knees underneath me and my ass lifted. The pillow he’d put on his lap took some of the stress off my knees and allowed me to maintain my position longer.

Immediately I felt the roughness of his palm against my posterior. It moved in circles, stimulating me in unexpected ways. Normally before a spanking I was a bundle of nerves, but not this time. Or maybe I was strung so tightly that the slightest touch was magnified. By the time his forays spread to my upper thighs, the small moan in my throat deepened and defied containment.

He started lightly, warming up his hand and my bottom. Soon the force doubled, and doubled again. As I cried out, I became aware of tears wetting my cheeks. Blows rained across both cheeks and my upper thighs. A few caught my pussy, and each time, my ass lifted higher to give him better access.

My ass was on fire, but I didn’t want him to stop. I begged him for more, and he didn’t let up. Now the blows centered more and more around my pussy. All of a sudden, a climax detonated in my core. Sounds of pleasure mixed with misery. Tears dripped from my eyes, and the languor of orgasm calmed my insides.

Sir picked me up and turned me around. He wrapped a soft blanket around me and cradled me in his warm embrace. “You did wonderfully, Sugar. That was a beautiful climax. Thank you for giving yourself to me, for trusting me to make sure you got what you needed. I love you so much.”

He talked to me, whispers and murmurs of praise and affection, until my sobs had quieted. I clung to him, my anchor in this maelstrom.

Forging Love

SAFE Security 2.5

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Tour Titles Blurb

Jessica Zinn: Rebuilding my life hasn’t been easy, and I’m far from done. I have some habits I can’t seem to shake, like picking pockets, forgery, and manipulating men to get what I want. I don’t want to manipulate Jesse, but the lines have blurred, and I can’t separate my honest emotions from my bad habits.

Jesse Foraker: I fell in love with Jessica the first time I saw her, and I’ll wait as long as it takes for her to be ready to love me back.

The time has come for Jesse to make his move, but will Jessica’s love be the real thing, or a forgery?

Warnings: cliffhanger ending, light bondage, spanking



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Tour Titles Excerpt

Back inside the bedroom, I found Jesse holding up a pink, battery-powered phallus. His brows knit together, and he looked very confused.

“It’s a vibrator,” I supplied.

He jumped, glanced at me guiltily, and almost dropped it.

Never in my life did I think I’d be able to take Jesse Foraker, the man who was unfazed by having a live grenade lobbed at his head, by surprise. I burst out laughing.

“I know what it is,” he mumbled. “Where do you want it?”

“Oh, Jesse.” Now that I’d done the impossible, I had to see how far I could push it. I rested my hands on his chest and leaned closer, batting my eyelashes in an exaggerated display of flirting. “Where does every woman want it?” For even greater effect, I lifted one foot behind me, though I’m not sure he would have noticed if I hadn’t lost my balance.

He caught me in his strong, capable arms and set me back upright, all without actually looking at me. “You don’t have a bedside table. Underwear drawer?”

I took it from him, noting that the tips of his ears were pink. “Too much? Have I made you uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s—” He cleared his throat. “Fine. I, uh, I didn’t think you were, you know—cleared—for that kind of thing.”

I rolled my eyes like a boss. “Oh, please.” Irony dripped from my tone. “That’s the only part of me that didn’t get broken.” I had proof too—I came out of a three-year coma to find two heartbreakingly handsome, hunky men watching over me. My lips were dry and my throat hurt because of the feeding tube, but one look at Jesse, and my pussy woke right up.

I scooted the box out of the way and slipped the vibrator under my pillow. “I like to keep him nearby.”

Jesse’s feet shuffled, a motion I caught in my peripheral vision as I shifted my attention from the hiding spot to the box where I hoped to find towels. He wasn’t a fidgety guy, so I knew he’d lied to me about being comfortable with the situation.

Never one to run away from an awkward situation, I turned to face him. Before I could get a word out, he bent his head down, and his lips grazed mine. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t fantasize about this on a regular basis. All the handsomeness and other stuff aside, Jesse was a badass. An air of danger rolled from him, a vital part of his essence that made women swoon. He was equal parts scary and attractive, but I’d never been afraid of him. With me, he’d always been gentle and kind. I remembered how he’d cradled me in his arms after he’d rescued me from Cuyler. He’d watched over and sheltered me as if I was something precious and valuable.

Nobody had ever made me feel precious and valuable before. I knew it had to do with the emotion of the situation—I’d truly thought I was going to die—than with anything real.

By the time I got over the shock of being kissed for the first time in years, Jesse had one hand on the small of my back and the other in my hair cupping the back of my head. His tongue slipped into my mouth as he deepened the kiss. Shivers and tingles shot randomly through my torso as if my nerve endings had forgotten what to do with that kind of stimulation, and they thought they’d randomly fire to figure it out again.



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