Springer Captured! (Boxsets, #14)

1. Auflage 2025
ISBN: 978-1-990658-69-3
Verlag: Spunky Girl Publishing
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 500 Seiten

Reihe: Boxsets

Captured! Boxed Set

Jan Springer and Jasmine Black

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Captive hearts, dark romances and scorching ménages.

Genres include post-catastrophe, contemporary, vampire, science fiction, and erotica.

Inside you'll find Colter's Revenge, Roman and Julietta, Dark Heat, The Biker and the Bride, A Hero's Welcome, Taken by Two Cowboys, and Taken by Two Prison Guards.

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Here's a peek at the stories:

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Colter's Revenge

Jan Springer

(post-catastrophe - m/f with ménage)

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Revenge belongs to Dr. Colter Outlaw when he unexpectedly reunites with the beautiful woman who broke his heart during the Terrorist Wars.

Capturing her and collaring her, he seduces her, fills her with wicked desires and naughty cravings for a delicious ménage. Fully intent on breaking her heart and walking away, Colter's plans unravel when he submits to the carnal pleasures Ashley gives him so freely.

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Roman and Julietta

Jan Springer

(m/f Contemporary Erotic Romance)

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Ship hijacker, 'The Pirate Queen', Julietta Black's life has always been immersed in the violent and traditional ways of piracy. When her family's arch enemy puts a hit out on Julietta's family after they are seen stealing cargo, Julietta kidnaps the enemy's sexy grandson. The plan - get impregnated by him, thereby forcing a union between the two warring families. She didn't expect to lose her heart to him...

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Dark Heat

Jan Springer

(m/f/m paranormal vampire erotic romance)

Warrior Queen Megan Bloodrayne was betrayed by her two mates. Fleeing them, she hides within Vampira, a secret coven of vampires who live undetected among the humans.
Recaptured, Megan learns she's been framed for crimes she did not commit. Her mates, kings Christian and Zane, believe she may be a traitor, and they'll try anything to get the truth out of her.  Megan's got a secret, and she'll do anything to keep it, including enduring scorching sessions of red-hot sensual torture.

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The Biker and The Bride

Jan Springer

(Contemporary Romantic Suspense m/f)

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Avery Daniels plots to murder the man responsible for the death of her son. But her plans are dashed when her ex-husband crashes her wedding to the man she is about to murder and whisks her away on his motorcycle to the rustic Canadian wilderness cabin they'd once honeymooned.

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A Hero's Welcome

Pleasure Bound Book One

(Sci-fi m/f erotic romance)

 Being injured and held captive isn't what astronaut Joe Hero had in mind when he agreed to explore a newly discovered planet for NASA. But a man would have to be dead not to fall for the sexy female doctor in charge of his care.

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Taken by Two Cowboys

Jasmine Black

(Contemporary erotica m/f/m)

Sierra Allan works hard at her late father's horse ranch. When her stepbrother adds her handy girl services to a private auction to help raise money for the failing ranch, she figures there's no harm...but she's stunned when she's 'sold' to two sexy cowboys who demand she submit to their dark desires...

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Taken by Two Prison Guards

Jasmine Black

(Contemporary erotica m/f/m)

Twenty-three-year-old Madeline 'Mad' Madison has quite the temper. She got ten to life in prison due to her getting mad at her late boyfriend and there's only one way she knows of to keep herself calm and she's not getting type of rehabilitation in prison. That is, until she's assigned hard labor and taken by two naughty prison guards.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Springer, Jan

Leseproben

Chapter One

Outlaw Farm

Maine, United States of America

Five years later…

“That’s a hell of a way for a medical doctor to make a living.”

The woman’s familiar voice drifted through the late morning mist, making Dr. Colter Outlaw stiffen with anger. Elbow-deep in cold mud, he had worked all morning on getting the tractor wheels unstuck from the field he was tilling. The last thing he needed was for his former S.K.U.L.L. chief and commander Bev White to show up and start throwing jokes.

“I’m finished with the Terrorist Wars, Bev. Get lost.”

“That lovely S.K.U.L.L. tattoo nestled just above your gorgeous cock and balls says different, sweetheart.”

“You know why I got it. A reminder never to trust you or S.K.U.L.L.,” he said, allowing the anger to brush through him. “Now you better make yourself scarce, Bev. The Wars are over. As far as I’m concerned, the special permission you had to hold rank over me doesn’t wash in this country. A woman alone has no rights in the States anymore. You could be Claimed right here on the spot. Lots of sexually starved men around.”

“Speaking about yourself?”

Bitch.

She knew him too well.

“Go away, Bev. I’m busy.”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I’ve got my minimum four husbands waiting right at your farmhouse. Your brothers and a certain pregnant lady are keeping them entertained so we can talk.”

“What do you want?” He kept his gaze glued to where his wrists disappeared into the mud, not wanting to give away the burst of excitement ripping through him that a woman stood mere inches away. A woman he had fucked on a weekly basis as per mandatory US government regulations for the soldiers participating in the Terrorist Wars. She was one of those rare women who received special permission to hold rank over men during the Wars, only because she had the connections in very high places enabling her to keep her position when the Claiming Law came into effect. Yes, she had been his boss, but she was also a woman. A woman who was ordered to have sexual relations with her men. She made it no secret she enjoyed sex and had eagerly spread her legs.

“S.K.U.L.L. needs you for one more assignment,” she cooed from behind him.

“Fuck off. I’m retired.”

If he were lucky, she would take the hint and leave.

“Why don’t you turn around and let me try and change your mind?”

Obviously today wasn’t his lucky day.

He refused to move. The last thing he needed was to see Bev and her trim, muscular, feminine body. It would just remind him of the steamy sex they had shared. Sex he hadn’t had in a while.

He kept his concentration on the tractor tires and continued to scoop away the mud.

“I quit S.K.U.L.L. and you. I’m quite happy working on the farm.”

“And quite happy not fucking your wife on a daily basis, as per Claiming regulations?”

Her words stung. “That’s none of your business.”

“I could very easily make it my business if you don’t at least hear me out.”

He didn’t like the cool tone in her voice. With her connections, she had the ability to follow through on her threat. All the government needed was one complaint and he and his brothers would be required to perform sex with their Claimed wife. Visually, on a daily basis, via live video feed to the government to prove she was being used properly to alleviate her husbands’ sexual tensions.

“She’s what? Seven months pregnant?” Bev continued. “Word through the grapevine is you haven’t fucked her in several months now. The Claiming can easily be revoked.”

“My brothers and I Claimed her legally. We’re all satisfied with the arrangement. And you can take your grapevine and shove it right up your—”

“I’m sure you don’t want to annoy me, Outlaw.”

Bitch.

“What do you want, Bev?”

“What would you say if I told you that you could have your very own pleasure slave during this assignment?”

“I’d tell you again to fuck off.”

“And if I told you there was enough money in it to help get the Outlaw farm out of debt?”

Colter swallowed at the surge of hope. Dare he trust her? She had nailed him quite nicely when he asked for S.K.U.L.L.’s personal help in finding Ashley when she suddenly disappeared after the ménage with himself and Blade. They point-blank refused him. Blade had tried to help find her, but he came up empty.

“Sorry, hon, once a backstabber, always a backstabber,” he snapped.

By the sharp inhalation of her breath, he had hit a sore spot.

“I can’t trust you, Bev,” he continued. “You proved it when you refused to help me.”

“It’s against government regulations to use our organization for your own personal benefit. You knew that coming in.”

“And you made damn sure I knew it going out.”

“Oh, come now, Outlaw. Don’t be so sensitive. We trained you better than that.”

He closed his eyes as her warm, feminine fingers gently curled over his naked shoulders. The welcome warmth of a woman touching him, rubbing her bare knees against his naked back, had his shaft growing hard and his balls swelling tight.

He didn’t have to be a brain surgeon to know she had come to him totally naked.

Dammit!

He hadn’t been with a woman in months. Not even with Callie, the woman he and his brothers had Claimed in order to protect her from the government. When he discovered she was pregnant he opted not to participate in the ménages. Up until then he had thoroughly enjoyed their sexual relations, but it hadn’t meant anything to him except alleviating his sexual needs. What he really wanted was a woman to look at him the way Callie looked at his brother Luke. What he wanted was unconditional love not just sex.

One time he saw the look he craved in another woman’s sparkling blue eyes. A woman he could never have.

He jerked as Bev’s feminine fingers slipped down his sweaty chest to latch onto his nipple rings. She pulled gently and he clenched his teeth as a sweet bite of pain flamed through his buds.

“On top of all that money plus your very own sex slave there is an added bonus of why you should take this assignment.”

“If fucking you is one of them, I want no part of it.”

“Oh, Outlaw, I thought you miss our weekly mandatory sessions. I’ve always told you that you’re my favorite lover. Believe me, you’ll want to take this S.K.U.L.L. assignment.”

She pulled a little harder on the nipple rings and he gasped at the pleasure-pain.

“I’ll be the judge of whether I need to accept the assignment—not you,” he ground out. Wet heat from her pussy splashed against the back of his neck as she ground herself into him. A moment later, her bare legs came around to his sides.

Holy crap! She’s going to straddle me.

“Bev…” he warned, not knowing if he could keep himself from giving in to the delicious lust her touches were creating.

“Don’t move, sweetheart,” his former chief and commander whispered as she gyrated her hips against the top of his head. “I want to fuck your head and then your other head, and then we’ll talk.”

“Talk now, Bev. Or I’m out.”

She released a quaking breath and continued to ride him; the musky scent of her arousal slammed into his nostrils making his cock pulse hotter.

“All right… I figured you’d be very interested for a couple of reasons.”

Shit.

“You’re a doctor who’s available at such short notice. And you once expressed an interest to me in pursuing research for the X-virus cure. Why didn’t you?”

“I decided family doctoring was a higher priority these days,” Colter lied. Truth be told, financial reasons had been the stumbling block. He couldn’t afford to leave his brothers high and dry on the farm. Life was easier if he set up a doctor’s office at the farm and helped with the chores between patients.

“Your assignment involves the widow of Dr. Blakely. I believe you remember the scientist. He’s the one who invented the X-virus and almost killed your Claimed wife and your brother Luke a few months back.”

Oh, he remembered that psycho, all right. If he and his brothers hadn’t shown up at the farm when they did, Luke would be dead, and Callie and her unborn child would be the mad doctor’s guinea pig. She had been involved in ménage à trois with the evil scientist and his wife. Thankfully, things had worked out differently.

“Go on.” He held his head still as Bev moaned and gyrated her hips faster, pressing her hot, wet pussy harder against him. His cock hardened painfully, and he couldn’t stop the groan from escaping as the thought of another woman entered his mind. A dark-haired, blue-eyed beauty named Ashley. Ashley instead of Bev. Standing behind him, her heavy breasts dangling like ripe fruit above him, elongated burgundy nipples inches from his mouth, her bare legs on each side of his shoulders as she fucked his head with her bare, hot pussy.

“Dr. Cheri Blakely has a convention booked at the nearby Pleasure Palace. Word has it she’ll meet with several doctors who are representing drug conglomerates…oh yes! Your head feels so damned good, Outlaw. Just like the old days.”

Her breath came out in sexy pants. The weight of her body pressed heavier on his head.

“Why is she meeting with these doctors?”

“She claims to have an instant cure for one of the X-virus’s less lethal mutations. If you can get...