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ExpectingItAll1Expecting it All

Book Five in Passion Series

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Release Date: February 14, 2016
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Protecting it All

Book Four in Passion Series
Release Date: January 23, 2016
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Testing Tiffany
Masters of the Castle Series
Scheduled Release Date: Spring, 2016
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Deceiving it All
Book Six in Passion Series
Scheduled Release Date: Summer, 2016
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Blurb for Protecting it All:

Jake Davenport is still on the loose, and Lukus Mitchell and Markus Lambert have had enough. They won’t rest until the sadistic Dom who is threatening their women is behind bars…or dead.  They don’t care which. Lukus assembles a team of his top security personnel and heads to California leaving Markus and Tiffany’s cop brother, Aiden, in Chicago to keep Tiffany and Brianna safe, locked down in the loft at The Punishment Pit.

Derek’s brother Dylan is already there, staking out the predator, feeling helpless as he watches Jake lure innocent women into his nest of consensual, but brutal, sexual websites. When Jake turns his eye to Hannah Martine, Dylan decides he’s done with just watching.

Hannah moved across the country trying to escape the demons of her past, but the fresh start she’s hoping for is cut short when Jake presses her to accept a tempting job that will solve her financial woes. Once he gets her alone, the sadist uses humiliation, drugs and brutal force to try to bend Hannah to his will.

Everything comes to a head when Lukus and the gang realize only someone on the inside can get close enough to collect evidence of the illegal activities needed to put Davenport away. Dylan is furious they are even considering sending the innocent woman he has strong feelings for anywhere near the monster trying to break her.

Will Hannah have the strength to walk back into the demon’s lair? And even if she does, will the threat against Brianna and Tiffany be dissolved? Jake is obsessed with the women from his past, and as authorities close in, he will become desperate for his revenge against Lukus and Markus.

This is Book 4 of Livia Grant’s sexy Passion Series – a roller-coaster of suspense, emotion, heartfelt love and darkest desires.

Publisher’s note: This book contains graphic descriptions of BDSM, explicit sex scenes, dub-con elements and more. If such material offends you, please do not read.

Extended R-Rated Excerpt:

Dominance coursed through his body as he watched Tiffany struggling to obey. Her tentative movements resulted in her beautiful ass being lewdly displayed; her hands stretched forward as she kneeled, willingly presenting herself for her punishment.

Lukus secured her to the heavy furniture with thick leather restraints meant to immobilize even the strongest of submissives. When he buckled the wide leather strap across her back, pressing her waist tight against the bench and locking her ass into that vulnerable position, Tiffany let loose her first sob.

The sound of her crying left him conflicted. Tears from a punished submissive used to leave him feeling powerful, but with Tiff he more often found himself waffling between feelings of protectiveness and a foreign tendency to be lenient, something he had never even considered before meeting Tiffany. There would be no leniency today. His adorable fiancée had earned every single tear.

Lukus massaged her exposed bottom until she calmed, warming her skin for the lashing that was coming. “Tiffany, tell me why you’re tied down to the spanking bench, about to be punished long and hard.”

Her voice was laced with guilt as she responded. “Because I disobeyed you and went out without telling you where I was going and letting you know I was safe.”

“Yes, and you didn’t have your cell phone with you like you’re supposed to at all times… and you didn’t take a bodyguard with you. What the hell made you think you could leave and put yourself in danger like that?”

He couldn’t see her face, but he heard the submission in her voice as she responded to his lecture. “I just didn’t think you’d like me to go to lunch with Aiden after last weekend. After all, you two threw punches at the lake.”

“Tiff, I may not like the bastard, but he’s your brother. I’m not going to block you from seeing him, even if I would like to lay him flat for putting you in danger today. But this isn’t his fault, is it? I’m sure you lied to him, too, and neglected to tell him you weren’t supposed to leave the loft, didn’t you?”

She hesitated, “Yes, sir… but I love him and didn’t want him to stay mad at me for choosing you over him.”

“Well, let’s see if you’re still glad you chose me after the lesson I’m about to teach you about listening to your Dom.”

Lukus left her alone to think about what he’d said as he stalked to the supply cabinet that lined the wall of the on-stage dungeon. He picked a wide leather paddle and a severe Loopy Johnny to deliver his message.

He settled into the punishment scene like the pro that he was, letting the first crack of the leather paddle fall against her creamy skin. It left a satisfyingly red splotch in its wake and drew a forlorn groan from his submissive fiancée. Lukus knew better than to short-change today’s lesson. He’d be damned if Tiffany would leave this stage with any ambiguity on how he felt about her behavior today.

The thick leather fell across her ass again and again until she was crying out, jerking in an attempt to escape her restraints. When he lowered his aim to the bottom of her butt where it met her thighs, Tiffany went wild, begging him to stop through her sobs.

Lukus hadn’t had trouble powering through a punishment before falling in love. But in just the few true discipline sessions he’d delivered to Tiff’s luscious body, he had learned that punishing someone he’d given his heart to hurt him almost as much as it did her—almost.

When he thought she was close to learning her lesson, he threw the leather paddle to the floor, moving to caress Tiffany’s lower back to calm her, although he refused to provide relief to her burning globes… yet.

Despite her obvious pain, he reveled in seeing her pussy glistening wet with sexual excitement. He lightly dragged his fingers through her lower lips, eliciting a long groan of desire as he lubricated his fingers liberally. She squeaked when he lifted higher, pressing two lubed fingers into her puckered rosebud. “Oh God, what are you doing?”

“I’m taking liberties with my naughty sub’s bottom and you need to just relax and enjoy it, because this is just an intermission. You have one more implement of punishment coming before we’re done here.”

“Oh lord, I can’t take any more, sir.”

“Baby, I’ll decide when you’ve learned your lesson and we won’t stop until then. Let’s get this finished so we can move on to more fun activities.”

Lukus withdrew his fingers reluctantly, leaning down to grab the most painful punishment device he’d used on Tiffany to date. He didn’t plan on delivering a lot of strokes, but he would be using the Loopy Johnny only when he had a particularly important lesson for Tiffany to learn.

She couldn’t see the small handled device with three long loops of braided leather that were about to light into her already punished ass. Lukus steeled himself for the scream that was about to fill the air and aimed the first lick across the center of her bottom. Her cry was delayed, as if she’d lost her breath from the sudden laceration the wicked device delivered. When her howl came, it almost leveled him.

He recovered enough to continue his lecture. “That’s one, Tiffany. You’ll receive six today and, after each, you’ll promise not to leave the loft without my knowledge until Jake Davenport is in jail. Is that understood, young lady?”

Her answer came through her hiccupped cries. “Oh God, please, sir, no more. I promise I won’t leave the loft ever again if you’ll just stop.”

“I’ll accept that for your first promise, but I’ll finish the last five.”

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Having it All
Book Three in Passion Series
Scheduled Release Date: 4/21/15
Publisher: Blushing Books

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Lukus Mitchell is the owner of The Punishment Pit, Chicago’s top BDSM club. As the Master’s Master, he has enjoyed his freedom to play with a stable of subs over the years. He’s never contemplated settling down before, but is growing increasingly bored of the meek, pliant submissives who fail to challenge him.

This is the third book in the Passion series and can be read as a stand alone. With the characters from previous books which readers have come to know and love, as well as introducing new ones, this is a fast-paced, intensely sexy, edgy and emotional story that combines humor, drama, friendship and romance in the way Livia Grant fans have come to expect, and new readers are sure to enjoy.

Check out the X-rated excerpt found below for a sample.

Extended Excerpt from, Having it All:

This is a scene from early in the book when Lukus has Tiffany watching her first center stage show at The Punishment Pit with him.

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Lukus had been hanging on by a thread, but he needs to be inside Tiff, now. Yanking the ropes on either side, Tiffany’s legs are suddenly free from her restraints. Lukus springs out of their chair, whisking Tiffany up in his arms bride style. He thought he was ready to fuck her in front of the other club members, but when push comes to shove he knows he’s not ready to share her with them on that level yet.

Dashing around the long bar, and into the dimly lit corridor, he beelines to the back of the house.   It’ll have to do.

He sets Tiff on her wobbly legs long enough to unzip and free his cock from its too-tight confines.   “Hold onto my shoulders.” He hates hearing his own desperation.

He doesn’t remember being this close to the edge in the club.   He both loves and hates that this woman in his arms has the ability to push him to a place where he loses control. The urgent need to be inside her is exhilarating, and scary as hell.

He doesn’t need to instruct her. Their fevered eyes are locked; she’s desperate for him, too. Tiff lifts her legs to clamp around his waist, her chest heaving with pent up excitement. Lukus pauses, willing the moment to last as long as he can before thrusting his body forward, sliding his iron-like cock through her slick folds and bottoming out in one violent stroke. His whole body slams into her, knocking them hard against the wall. Lukus pins her there, pulling out and jabbing forward, again and again.

Tiff crying out his name is his final undoing. He latches his open mouth onto her tender neck, sucking hard enough to mark her with a possessive bruise, while his body pistons her warm center so hard and fast, her head bangs against the wall in time to their dirty rhythm.   If he were a gentleman, he’d move them somewhere more comfortable and private.

’No one’s ever confused me with being a gentleman before so I’m not gonna start now.’

He pulls away from her neck just in time to witness her orgasm.   He’d been close before. Watching Tiff surrender to ecstasy nearly tips him over his own cliff.

“Tiff, open your eyes. Look at me.”

Her ocean blue eyes flutter open, but are having trouble focusing. “That’s it. I need to look into your eyes as I shoot my cum into a woman’s body for the first time in my life.   That’s what you do to me, Tiff.   Feel me. All of me.”   The joyous look on her face is the last thing he registers as he follows her into the orgasmic haze created by the hot passion they created together.

They cling to each other during the slow return to reality. Lukus is catching his breath when he hears someone asking if she can clean him now that he’s done fucking. “I’ll suck you clean just like you like, Master Lukus.”

He sees the pain in Tiffany’s eyes before it registers there’s a house slave kneeling next to them, inches away, expecting to suck his spent cock clean. In fairness, it’s what he’d have expected of her one week before, but not now. Not anymore. He needs to set some clear boundaries right away.

“Leave, Trixie. I don’t need your services. Tiffany is the only one who’ll be servicing me.”

He can see the relief in Tiff’s eyes followed by her silent mouthing ‘thank you’.   Unfortunately, Trixie is persistent. “But, Master. Please let me help you. I don’t mind.”

“Fuck. I’m sorry, baby. I need to deal with this.” He pulls himself from her slowly, luxuriating in the feeling of being bareback for the first time ever. As she lowers her feet to the floor, he glances down, and is filled with a savage satisfaction seeing his white cum dripping down Tiff’s inner thigh. He’s pretty sure he’s the source of the low growl filling the space.

Trixie reaching out to grab his deflating cock brings him back to reality. He steps back just in time to avoid her touch, moving quickly to tuck his sticky cock back in his pants. When he looks down at his house slave he understands that perhaps Tiffany was onto something when she’d worried about his now former subs wanting to push her down a flight of stairs.

Trixie doesn’t try to hide her look of jealous hatred when she realizes Lukus just had unprotected sex, a huge no-no at the club. “You broke the rules for her?” Her accusatory tone makes Tiff sound like evil incarnate.

“Stand. Now.”   Lukus grabs Trixie’s upper arm, and swings her to face Tiffany, stepping up to tower over the slight waif of a sub covered in colorful tattoos.   He wills himself to contain his anger. “Trixie, this is Tiffany O’Sullivan. She is my girlfriend and she is important to me. That means she is now important to you and every other person who wants to keep working here. You will treat her with your absolute respect and follow her instructions as if they are my own.   Say hello.”

He feels Trixie shivering, but he can’t see her eyes to see if it is from fear or anger. It doesn’t really matter. They will both work.   He shakes her slightly until he finally hears a quiet. “Hello, Tiffany.”

Tiff is trying not to smile. “Hello, Trixie. Nice to meet you.”

“Whatever.” Lukus assumes she’s sticking to anger. He swings Trixie to face him.

“That didn’t sound too friendly. Want to try that again?”

Trixie’s bravery is crumbling. “Permission to speak, sir.”

Lukus isn’t sure he wants to hear what she has to say. “Permission granted as long as it’s respectful.”

She takes a second to choose her words carefully. “I just can’t believe you of all people would break our most important rule, sir. You’re the one who always talks about the importance of us all being safe and getting tested monthly. You said it wasn’t safe to have unprotected sex, especially with partners from outside the club.”

Lukus considers his response carefully. He may be answering Trixie’s question, but he stares into Tiffany’s eyes as he speaks. “I’m very grateful for the rules.   It’s because I’ve never had unprotected sex, and I get tested monthly, that I feel safe to have unprotected sex now with Tiffany.   The rules haven’t changed. Not even for me.”

“But sir… how are you going to…”

“I’m not. That’s all, Trixie.”

“But…”

“Leave us. Now.”

“Yes, sir.”

With a final look mixed with jealously and awe directed at Tiffany, Trixie leaves them alone. They quietly take each other in for close to a minute before Tiffany asks the question he hoped she’d let go.

“What was that all about? What are you not going to be able to do now?”

“Let’s go upstairs.” He reaches to grab her hand, but she holds her ground, crossing her arms across her chest. The woman clearly has a death wish. “Now.”

“No. I deserve an answer. You need to practice what you preach. You’re always telling me we have to tell the truth, no matter how embarrassing or how it might hurt the other. I want to know what the hell she was talking about.”

Lukus isn’t sure why he’s having trouble saying the words.

‘Just spit it out, sport. Don’t make a bigger deal out of it than it is.’

“I just decided to take a minimum three month sabbatical from playing at the club is all.”

“How in the world could she possibly know that?”

“Because three months is how long any employee must wait to play again if they ever have unprotected sex. I made the rule as a precaution for the members so they’d know the employees here are all safe.   I pay a nurse to come in and test every employee once a month.   Members bring in health certificates every six months to stay in good standing.”

“Still… I don’t…”

“I’ll have to pass three months of tests before I’m cleared to have sex again here at the club.”

Tiff’s mouth opens but nothing comes out until, “But, how will you… I mean… you won’t make it three days, let alone three months.”

‘She’s adorable.   She’s clearly having a blonde moment.’

He tries to stifle his chuckle. “Tiff. You aren’t getting it. I just publicly declared you as my only partner for the next three months.”

“Oh. Well. I guess that might work.”

Lukus grabs her by her waist, lifting her up so she can wrap her legs around his waist again. He gets them moving towards the elevator. He needs to get her upstairs. All of this talk about sex has him yearning to have her naked in his bed.

“I hope you’re up for the challenge, baby. I’m gonna keep you very busy.”

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